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Sehun, Prince Consort of Hell, woke up as he did every morning: stretched out on the red satin sheets of the bed he shared with his husband the King. However, there was something wrong on this morning as his beloved devil, Suho, was not next to him. In the several eternities since they were married this never once happened.
Confused, the prince sat up and called out for Minseok, Hell’s highest ranked general, and his oldest demon-hyung. In a column of blue flame he appeared and bowed to the prince. “Sehunnie, to what do I owe the early morning summons?” The prince ran a nervous hand through his black hair. “Do you know where Suho might be? Was there some sort of urgent sentencing in the night?” Minseok tilted his head, cat eyes narrowed in concern. “No my prince, I have not been summoned by his majesty today. Can you not sense his presence in the castle?”
Sehun sighed, “I tried that hyung. I can’t feel him anywhere in Hell!”. With a pout the prince closed his eyes and focused on the connection between the King’s soul and his own. “His soul feels distant, like it’s on another plane of-“ the prince opened his eyes wide and looked over to his general.
“Minseok, call the council together, I found Suho, he’s on Earth, and there’s something wrong. Something is different about him. He feels like a mortal.” Minseok mirrored the prince’s shocked expression as he nodded his head. “At once my Prince. I will gather everyone to the council chambers immediately.” With that, the general disappeared in the same blue column of light in which he had appeared.
This was not how Sehun had expected the day to go. He grumbled several curses under his breath and rose from bed, getting ready to meet with his best friends and figure out what exactly is going on. Someone was going to get beheaded for messing with his husband. Sehun just needed to sort out who.
Fully prepared for his day, Sehun walked the dark, decadent hallways of the palace to the council chamber. Opening the door he was met with the seven faces of his closest friends, The EXO Council of Greater Demons. These generals were who remained of the original 12 fallen angels who rebelled against the Heavens. Suho, was their leader, and declared king but the EXO council were all powerful and capable demons in their own rights.
Sehun walked to his council seat to the left of the larger throne where his husband usually sat. Seeing the seat empty pulled a fresh growl out of the annoyed prince as he stared it down like the throne itself had caused the day’s crisis.
One of the council members with doe eyes and short cropped hair took this moment to speak. “Sehun, Minseok briefed us on the situation. You say Suho is on Earth. Is this true?” Sehun nodded, “From what I can feel he’s become mortal somehow, or at least enchanted to appear that way.” He paused, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Hyungs, this has never happened before. What should we do?”
The council member seated next to Sehun, a petite demon known as Baekhyun, rubbed the prince’s shoulder in comfort. “What we do Sehunnie is get him back! I suggest we form a rescue team to scout out what’s happening with mortal-Suho and bring him back to Hell in one piece.”
“We can’t forget to investigate who caused this mess. Along with the rescue team, we should send out our spies to attempt to weed out the fool who dared to challenge us.” Minseok stated, an angry glint to his eyes.
Sehun nodded agreeing with the proposed plan,” Alright, to start I will take Jongin, Baekhyun, and Lay hyung with me to investigate Earth. Minseok and Kyungsoo hyung I give you power over judgements while Suho and myself are absent. Chanyeol and Jongdae hyung, start the investigation into whoever plotted this.”
With those orders the council was dismissed and the Earthbound team gathered together. General Jongin, a demon with the power to open doors between worlds, summoned a portal to Earth in the vicinity of where Sehun could sense Suho. The team walked through the portal and found themselves in a sunny park in a university campus. Across the park they spotted Suho. His hair was black and styled softly out of his face. He was dressed in typical human garb, a sweater and jeans and seemed to be jokingly doing the choreography to some song with a small group of girls. The demons stared openly at their carefree leader.
“What the Hell is happening?” Sehun asked in bewilderment watching the mortal form of his menacing, intimidating husband giggle with this group of women.