Prologue: Enlightenment, an Underworld's Kiss.

Plumes of white, twinkling lights, perfection, subtleness in the expanse of clouds that stretch before one, before many. That feeling of simplicity, serenity, with each question pardoned by the perfect answer. Answers that hid the lies that have blanketed the land he'd grown up in. Lies that creep through the shadows, cracks in the glass that many have strived to keep the utmost, pristine condition of. Scratches turning to deep, caving shards. Where was their own Creator? The wings he'd been plucked from, creating him, molding him into a soldier, to uphold purity, peace. Where was there peace on the world below? All of the love for the human race dying, suffering at the hands of themselves. Where was their Creator if He loves them that much?

Seeing the wars through the glass floors, being told that the seperation was for their own protection, that any human would taint them. That the contact of the evil riddling their hearts would tarnish their wings, that this was a necessary precaution, that only Death was to collect the rightful souls and bring them up, before they fell into the hands of Lucifer, himself. The few nights that happen upon his world was the one where he saw the shadows stretch past the light's limitations, breaking barriers, swarming him with the truth, released. The truth that he wished to see, for his own visions ran far more deep than the scriptures read to him.

His presence was requested at the hands of Death themself, their ominous voice whispering the command with no more of a whisper's breath of force behind it. Unbidden, he'd agreed, following through the motions of obeying, despite the rising thump of spite pooling in his throat. A retrieval from the Underworld, like many other, except that of the soul, itself. The sweetness of the boy it had once belonged to, his essence nothing that he had ever known, until his pleaful 'take me,' was wished upon his ears. He'd defied Death, then, reaching for the apparition that glimmered with the translucent, ethereal whisps of gossamer life essence, tainted by the human's greed for safety. Tainted, and rightfully his, not Death's, not God's. His own.

"I was right beside you, when you'd gone to Hell and back, again!" He'd wheezed through tears, clinging to the robes of Death as he'd begged for this one to leave his grasp. That this precious soul he'd seen grow, like a lovely little flower, was to not become another weed in the Garden that would never be seen. Protection, once more, Death had whispered to him. His breaking point tears at his own soul, tearing through the vial that keeps his essence, blinding, demanding, spewing hatred and brash anger that's up his spine like the embers of Hell itself. It's as though his trip to the Underworld, uninvited, had taken its toll on him. He'd stolen the soul, right from Death's grip, and the consumption crumbled the floor below him. Willingly, he fell, watching the unknown face cloaked in obsidian whisps of torture fade, the freedom of it all washing over him, those embers that lay just under his skin cooling with the drops in atmosphere. A shining light streaming from the Heavens, a falling star in which he'd granted his own wish.

Metanoia, and Not-So-There Paranoia:

His path began the moment that the soul started to wither inside of him, feeling his essence leave with every passing second. It's a fix, he needed, a fix that he was unable to control, back then. His perfect little soul wilted without being in the Garden it had sought after, leaving him with an empty hole in his chest that burned through every tip of his being. He'd been warned, by a lovely little woman that had handled the pain in his chest, tutting to him how he needed to be careful, because to take the pain away, he needed to swindle life away, gamble, but never with his own, carefully. If he were to use force, it'd end with Him coming down to pluck him from this very plain. It had ignited that old flame once more, feeling the glass cage surrounding him, when he'd been standing amongst the clouds many moons before.

He needed that closure, that if he were to continue like this, he'd never be thwarted, never have to answer to anyone, for He did not exist. He'd never seen Him, never encountered Him, never had him speak to Him, never recieved a sign. He'd thanked her, for her knowledge, her hospitality, her willingness to share. She'd given him enough of what he needed in the den of those losts to something he wasn't sure of, their arms littered with red welts, and skin hanging from their bones. Overdosing, she'd said, that their souls were on the very brink of escaping, and in her presence, Death could not see them.

His rampage had began on that night, always taking, forcefully, laughing into the skies as his hands were cloaked with red. So much red. Those were the days of a more simple time, when there was no competition, that supply and demand were for only a few. There was no need for him to become a demon, not yet. He needed the knowledge that was kept from him, even till this day, as his head tilts to the sky, and he doubts. So many questions, so much time, too little people. Even he could not carry more than two souls in him at a time, letting them die out before anything. That was the best part, the euphoric feeling - having them release just before he'd finished consuming them, never giving them the peace that they needed, just as he is now.

Kim Jongin, the name whispered from his lips when asked who he was by an inquisitive little demon, whose eyes were as black as night, and curiosity burning with the many embers that line the throne he had seen, once upon a time, in Hell.

His Arrival:

How was he staying so strong? With a suit tailored to him, his cufflinks clipping nice and neat around his wrists, shoes with such a shine that he can see his smile reflecting in them. Hearing of this operation, the little Sweet Tooth, and managing to squander past the Black List was the most fun he's had in a while. Amongst many other fallen angels, taking in names, taking in the feast - an unconventional way to take, according to the laws and contracts that the establishment had bestowed upon his inquiry. Time. Time, more like a bit of cream on the itch that lies in everyone's bellies, whereas their souls would be far more dulcet. The willing always carrying this sugary taste to them in their last bits of life. If it wasn't for the rush of power he felt just before their first death, he'd be more willing to make them bend to his will with care. This was a new experience for him.

It wasn't like there was going to be any one that would catch his attention, and make him forget his obsession, to squander away countless decades of pining for the truth ... There's not a soul in this realm that would change him.

Until he came.

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