I woke up wrapped up in the covers of the bed. I sit up and see a bandage on my arm. The pain wasn’t there, but then I see the syringe. Of course. I thought. They drugged me. I stand up, feeling the frigid feeling of the wooden floor beneath my bare feet. I stagger over, still feeling lightheaded. I tried to open it; wanting air, I felt like I was suffocating. I clutched the window before pounding. Panic struck me.

“Whoa, whoa.” A voice said catching my attention. “We don’t need you to break the window.” I step back as Seok-Jin opens the window, letting in the cold October air. I take in a breath and felt myself relax.

“So, are you a vampire too?” I ask feeling slightly confident. He chuckles.

“No. There are only two vampires in our group. Taehyung and Namjoon. I’m the Devil.” I tense up at the mention of what he was. He shook his head. “Not literally. I get called that since I’m the most violent and dark.” I cross my arms as he rubs my back.

“For a demon, you sure are friendly.” I say point of factly. He rolls his eyes.

“It’s for Yoongi’s sake.” he states, making me curious.

“Yoongi?” I start. He nods but before he could answer, a beam of bright light hit him. I gasp as I see Angelia appear. Her blond hair hung in her face as her luminescent eyes looked at me kindly.

“Why you little-”

“Ah, watch your language.” she says brushing herself off. “That’s the kind of language that will land you a place next to the devil.” I flinch as I look at Seok-Jin’s face. Emotionless, yet I caught a glimpse of hurt.

“Reality check, lighty.” he said before grabbing her. “I already work alongside with the devil.” She yelps in pain as he tightened his grip. I watched in horror as her wings begin to turn a night black. She tries to pull away, but only manages to hurt herself.

“Please,” I beg. “Don’t kill her.” Seok-Jin gives me a look that said he didn’t care. I look down. “Let me talk to her first.” Seok-Jin released her, and throws her toward me. I grab her and watch him leave with a slam from the door. I look at my angel friend with sympathy.

“Surprise…” she says weakly. I help her to the bed and lay her down, only to have her scream in pain. “It hurts!!” she screams. I hurry to help her to the floor. I felt a bit of annoyance at the fact that she couldn’t touch a single thing in this room.

“What are you doing here?” I ask tapping my foot. I was getting impatient, and frankly annoyed that she’d have to ruin the moment where I was about to get information. She weakly gets up and pats me on the shoulder.

“I came to give you advice.” I give her a blank look. What advice would I seriously need? Sure, I was trapped with seven servants of the Devil, but lately they had all given me my space and respect that I requested. Yoongi had been less violent, but the again, it was when he wasn’t drunk.

“What advice?” I finally asked, curious at what she had found out.

“How to kill Yoongi.” I gasp. A stab of jealousy, protectivness and anger swelled up inside of me. I couldn’t find the strength to kill him. His scarlet eyes had made a mark on me. I lost myself in his gaze; the gaze that started the whole thing. His cold exterior was what drew me to him. He was mysterious, and I was going to find out what he was hiding.

“No,” I say without thinking. “You aren’t killing Yoongi.” I couldn’t help but glare at her. Her angel exterior didn’t seem so innocent anymore. I shake my head. “Get out.” I turn my back to her. Hate. It filled my soul.

‘That’s right,’ yoongi’s voice echoed in my head. ‘Send her away’. I listened. I wanted to. I needed to. It was like I couldn’t live without his voice in my head.

“What?” she says stunned. “But-”

“I said leave!” I scream chucking a vase. “I don’t want your help anymore.”

“I’ll kill him myself then.” she says. That’s when I snapped. I grab her arm, hurting her. But right now, I didn’t care. I was too pissed to give a crap.

“You kill him, and I’ll kill you.” I say before turning away agian.

I heard rustling before an ‘ow’ and when I turned, I saw my only best friend leave. Yoongi was ruining my life. I sigh and look at the ground. I was about to call for Yoongi when a flashed me in the eyes. Rubbing them, I groan in annoyance as a seal floated in front of me.

Opening it, I silently curse.

“Great. The counsel.”