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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . Amayo no Seppun~ 雨夜の接吻 - a JJK AU
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Chapter 1: ✬Ikigai~ 生きがい✬
The dystopian city of Pandora
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Even God was desperate.
When He banished Lucifer from His ranks, the world turned to chaos. There were no places to hide. What was left of Earth became a shadow. Europe had been the first to fall to the demon crisis. Next came Australia. Africa. South America. The continents fell one by one until only a mere million remained.
As you strolled down the cluttered streets of Pandora, you realized God's solution put you in this position. His solution was to let angels, demons, and humans coexist.
The bright lights blinded you with shades of cyan and amber and neon green. The dark sky cracked when lightning shot out and hugged the thick clouds holding pounds of rain that stormed down on you. Your raincoat stuck to your body, the water bouncing off the leather and hitting your torn hiking boots.
Demons soared the sky while the humans stayed on the concrete streets below. No vehicles were around; they met their demise years ago when God sent angels to clean up the Earth. Humans walked from place to place. None of them ever bothered peeking up at the creatures flooding the airway. However, you did.
Except you weren't a human.
You kept your eyes on the air, fiddling with your gloved hands as you made your way through the fogged streets. Crowds bumped into you, pushing you further down the trash-filled sidewalks. Overflowing dumpsters that smelled of mold sat on either side of you, homeless humans clawing at each other's eyes for a piece of rotten meat. On any other day, you would help. But today was too important. Today you'd meet a demon for the first time.
Your clan was made up of angels sent by God Himself. He sent you to monitor the humans, and He made one rule: never interact with the demons. Your mission was simple. Painless. Easy. Yet here you were breaking the one rule you had known your entire life.
People wearing raincoats of varying dark colors scurried across the road as you made your way to the back district. There were no guards or angels there to stop you, not like there ever were, even in the heart of the city.
You slipped by the giant apartment buildings that went up into the clouds. You could see their tips hiding behind the blackness called the sky. There were demons hollering and spitting fire into the harsh wind, hanging off the sides of skyscrapers and flapping their mighty wings. All of them were in their demon forms, none of them bothering to hide in their human disguises.
The meeting spot was dead ahead. An abandoned restaurant smooshed between two hotels that didn't even have half their parking lots full. The restaurant was boarded up, Japanese letters on the broken sign. Meanwhile the hotel on the left showed off a hot pink neon sign written in Hangul. You didn't understand what either of them said.
The glass double doors were smashed out. They were the only part of the one-story restaurant that weren't boarded up. You stepped by the dying bushes and flowers put out front as decoration, entering and stepping on shards of glass as you went. None of them penetrated your holy skin despite your boots being in such poor condition.
It was too dark to see. With your hand, you blasted out a ball of light that hung in the center of the room. What awaited you was an empty dining room that smelled of vomit, the floors being checkered black and white tiles. There were no tables. No utensils. No counters. Just an empty room with kitchen doors in the right corner.
That meant there was no cover. If your demon client decided to attack, you'd be going in blind. Just as blind as you were outside with all the different hues overstimulating you. Your clan would disapprove. Your kind took an oath to stay pure, away from the harms of the city. Whether it be crime, sex, or any impurities, you weren't allowed to partake.
Yet here you were.
The kitchen doors snapped open, revealing a man as tall as the doorway with a mask covering the lower half of his face. You saw his dragon-like eyes narrowed on you, his figure wide and muscular. He had a cloak that draped down his toned body. The ends of the cloak hit the top of his combat boots as he approached.
Namjoon"I can't believe the angel took the bait. You think our kind wants to meddle with Peacemakers?"
Peacemakers, the name of your clan. Demons always tried reaching out to gain your trust. You were the only Peacemaker to ever accept a demon's request. Look where that got you.
Y/n"You don't want to do this, trust me."
Your hands glowed with holy flames. Although demons were immune to fire, yours were different. They were infused with holy light that would send them through the worst agony they could imagine.
Namjoon"Demons are the rightful rulers of Pandora. There are consequences. God will learn His."
Y/n"God will protect them."
Namjoon"He abandoned them. And that's why we'll always win."
The demon shred his human disguise, morphing into a demonic creature of the night. He had fangs and wings, a tail with spikes whipping back and forth. What was once honey-like skin became a fierce maroon. His clothes fell, revealing a hunched back as he stayed on all fours, his horns pointing out toward you.
Y/n"Nice going, Y/n. 'Don't interact with demons.' You had one job. One job."
Before you could even attempt to fire, male laughter sounded off from the kitchen. Next came slow claps and loud, booming footsteps that had you backing up.
Jungkook"Mr. Kim, don't scare our guest. It's not every day you see a pure, innocent angel in the flesh."
The demon snarled and got on two legs, keeping his clawed hands in front of him. He spoke in his native tongue, the foreign words feeling like a curse to your ears.
Jungkook"Namjoon, don't make me ask again. Leave us. Now."
The demon growled at you before agreeing to the other man's words. He scampered away, hitting you with his sharp tail on his way out. You had a gash on her forearm because of it.
Jungkook"My dear, I apologize for him."
The doors parted, revealing his form. He had the same amount of muscle as the previous stranger, only he was an inch or two shorter. His long, dark, curly hair fell down his face as his glowing scarlet eyes burned from behind the locks.
Jungkook"I'm the demon who wanted to meet with you, not him."
Y/n"Then why would he...?"
Jungkook"He doesn't agree with my politics. I run the Azal clan, which I'm sure you know makes up the outer district of Pandora. It's so nice to formally meet you, Miss L/n."
Y/n"How do you know my last name?"
The man clicked his tongue and adjusted his blazer. He stepped over as many shards as he could. You noticed the tattoos on his hand and wrist, but the sleeve of the blazer hid the rest of them.
Jungkook"There's a reason I asked to meet with you in particular. My name is Jeon Jungkook, and I am at war with the clan at the center of the city."
Y/n"The clan at the center of the city? You mean the most powerful demon clan?"
Jungkook"Precisely. The leader of the clan is Park Jimin. He's one of those psychos who believe in pure demons. He'll kill you, me, and everyone in his way unless we stop him."
You kept your hands glowing with angelic light.
Y/n"I don't get it: why me?"
Jungkook smirked and scanned over your body despite the thick clothes you were wearing.
Jungkook"I wonder how much God has told you about your duties. You've heard of guardian angels, right?"
You nodded, backing away and preparing to run.
Jungkook"I'm the opposite."
Y/n"What are you talking about?"
He kept his smirk, coming closer each time you took a step away. He chuckled.
Jungkook"I'm your guardian demon, darling."
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Chapter 1: ✬Ikigai~ 生きがい✬ - complete
To be continued...
