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Typically associated with evil and wrongdoings, demons were supernatural beings that had existed throughout time. Chaotic and mischievous little creatures that ruled over the kingdom of Hell...
But it would be foolish to think that demons were only created for causing havoc towards the human race and the angel race.
The angels had already understood this despite the grudge they held against the demons, however, humans were such strange and naive creatures. Younger generations were taught that there were only two sides and that was Good and Evil. Which was foolish and would be their downfall. Only the older, wiser generations were able to grasp that demons were just like any other beings only with supernatural abilities, demon horns and tail that showed their heritage, and wings that could be as deadly than allowing them to soar through the sky.
But it was because of a war the demons had lost, almost twenty-two years ago, that forced them into hiding their true identity when walking amongst the humans. Anyone were able to roam through all lands, but because of some false myths, the demon land was almost a taboo place to step foot into unless they had permission.
So many disagreed but were quite hesitant to change both of the supposed “good” races views that demons were not only evil, bloodthirsty beasts.
A handful was determined to change them but that could lead them to possible death, getting killed by humans riled by fear and hatred for the demon kind. The angels would look down on them, yet wouldn’t try to anger the demons because it was well-known, throughout the whole land with magical abilities, that demons forever reigned supreme.
And only one didn’t particularly care and would rather protect his people and bring peace to his kingdom. And simultaneously shove a middle finger to their faces.
If those damned angels and greedy humans could fucking listen and stop assuming as if their beliefs and their own kind were righteous and superior against the demons. No one was higher than the other (but demons were powerful and stronger magic-wise). So much for humans preaching about equality with other outwardly beings. They were stupidly biased against demons and bowed towards the angels. Angels were nice, kind beings.
Even the Gods had given up on them and only hoped they would do no more wars, though that was just wishful thinking. The Devil himself never bothered and continued to make sure life was always balanced. That was one thing they agreed on.
“This again?!” a loud roar resonated through the walls as a threatening atmosphere invaded the room, filling with anger and followed by a powerful fist slamming against the wooden desk it left a large dent, cracking on the edges like a web. Ah, he had to apologize to the carpenter who personally made that desk for him. “I thought you would have it solved by now.” Yoongi sighed in frustration while rubbing the bridge of his nose once he returned to his chair, his hand barely throbbing in pain. He gave a menacing look to those utter fools suggesting the same tedious idea of solving a conflict that apparently pissed the angels off. The so-called wise (he called bullshit, they did nothing except cause more problems unless it concerned money) and old council shared a glance, all equally pale on the face, and after seeing Yoongi narrow his eyes more they were soon to leave before their Queen got even angrier.
They may have lived for so many years before Yoongi was born, but there was a reason they never tried to take over the kingdom and instead continued to listen to the Mins (especially the twins). His family had lived for generations even back when demons got along with the angels and humans before everything went downhill after one misunderstanding.
An annoyed grunt escaped Yoongi’s soft, thin lips as he thought about what to do. He had been trying so hard to bring peace with the angels and the human race (why they harbored a strong hate towards his kind just because they were demons, he would never know), but regardless of his knowledge and leadership, there were plenty of fools who were still war-hungry and would rather engage in pointless battles. Completely disregarding how most of their kind wished for peace for their families and children. What a bunch of selfish idiots. It was their fault they had lost their King and Queen so soon right when the war had ended. A war that went for so long, for so many years before Yoongi was born. Before his older siblings could experience being children. The fuckers.
If there was another meeting or royal ball with the higher-ups that involved all living beings and creatures, Yoongi might consider showing himself for once and give them a piece of his fucking mind in the most civilized way possible while cutting them with his eyes.
Except he wouldn't because no one (other than his own kingdom and the Jeons, and he visted the latter quite frequently) had seen his appearance. Out of the three Min siblings, Yoongi had been sheltered and protected from every other kingdom the moment he was born. Everyone had heard of there being a third Min, but that was it. He was already Queen for a year now, but he had yet to consider attending a public ball with a plentiful of other royals. The past royal balls he had attended in the past were private and the guests were handpicked by Namjoon’s father, and even then they were good people who knew how to keep a secret. They were fellow family friends.
The Queen sighed, head tilting back in thought as to what he should do to solve this... quite terrible problem caused by his people. Well, not his people specifically, but from other demon kingdoms and other groups that have yet to move on from the war. Even though it had been twenty-two fucking years since then. He glanced at the letter he had received a week ago, a frown playing on his lips. Sometimes he wished his older siblings were here. They knew what to do at these moments but they had not returned for over nine years and counting. Only sending him at least three letters every year to update him on their well-being. This was his second letter already.
Yoongi sighed again. “Maybe Joon can help me out... these so-called counselors really don’t know shit.” He chuckled as he cursed in a low voice tone, a soft smile in place. If there was something he could not figure out on his own, his current advisor was the next best option. The Queen got on his feet, already excited to see his best friend and unofficial righthand man.
The clicking of his heels made it obvious he had plans to leave, but something, or better said someone, stopped him. “Your Highness, where are you going?” a male much taller than himself with and with a deeper voice questioned him. The Queen turned to see his only personal bodyguard come out of his hiding place in the shadows. He took in the sight of the taller’s black permed hair, his deep red eyes, his tan skin, his muscular figure, his large horns, his longer and thicker tail hovering behind in a calm manner, and then his hands that were clasped behind his back.
Yoongi dropped the scowl he had sported on his face, replacing it with an exasperated expression and a playful frown as his thin tail moved behind him in petulant frustration. “Tae, I have told you several times to just call me hyung!” the Queen scolded Taehyung with a pouty voice as he stood near the door, his hands finding a place on his hips. Yoongi would never allow himself to go soft (as Namjoon would say) in front of anyone in fear of being taking advantage of. It had happened before. Even towards other demons and kingdoms unless it was his own. He may be the current Queen of all of Hell because it had been established long ago that only those with Min blood could take the throne (the Devil said so himself, he was apparently fond of his family), but not everyone got along. He was fairly certain he had enemies who loathed his family name even if they did not know his appearance, or if Yoongi knew who they were.
After all, the Mins were the most powerful demons and beings in general in history.
But Tae was his personal bodyguard and, well, his close friend. The Queen didn’t usually feel much at ease with others, but Tae had stepped inside his bubble quite easily. Well, more like Yoongi had tried to make a friend or attempted to socialize at the tender age of fifteen. It was awkward as hell and sometimes, Yoongi wondered if Tae had been amused at his attempts before conceding and accepted his wish to be his friend.
He wouldn’t know. The burgundy eyed demon had always kept a stone face when Yoongi asked if the taller had been playing with him the whole time. He could never tell if he was dead serious or was internally laughing at him.
Taehyung cleared his throat and tried to avoid the slight blush creeping on his cheeks. “I apologize... hyung...” he said in a barely audible voice, so deep and husky yet Yoongi heard it, which made his lips curl into a smile. “That’s much better. And answering your question... I am tired of these stupid counselors. They know nothing about solving conflicts and are extremely annoying! I truly wonder why eomonie and ahbuji even kept them when they proved to be incredibly foolish and greedy for gold! Only then can they be proven useful!” the smaller male complained, ranting about how it was complete BS of the stories he had heard about them during the war and only a few were wise and intelligent as the taller one looked at him with a serious expression.
Except Taehyung was actually admiring his hyung. It was impossible not to do so, after all, Yoongi was utterly gorgeous, no one could disagree with this (if they did, they must have terrible standards). Snow-white skin; red, thin lips that were reminiscent of a doll’s; slender but well-built figure, almost feminine in a way; shapely and soft looking legs that could rival even a woman’s legs; blood-red eyes with long lashes covered by his silky black hair... Yoongi was perfection. His tender and fragile appearance had gained him the nickname of Queen because, quite honestly, he was prettier than any girl, but his character was far from that. His innocent looks were contrasted by his bossy and somewhat dangerous personality. He may be soft and delicate, so kind and caring, but he had grown to hide that with the side he inherited as a Min. Yoonji and Agust were the same, after all, but the older twins never showed their soft side unless it was Yoongi and Yoongi only.
As the demon heir, his Queen had seen some really terrible stuff going around ever since he was a child (Taehyung had not been there, but he had heard stories). Even so, that was what had shaped his ruthless, sharp, and cunning attitude. These characteristics were the reason why Yoongi got crowned in the first place; such lovely traits that got him what he wanted. He didn’t earn the throne because he was a Min. That was only a bonus.
He had gone through a lot, learned a lot, and traveled a lot to get acquainted with the world and his duty as the next ruler of Hell. A difficult task Min Yoongi would’ve no doubt rejected, had he not cared for his own kind and his people. Taehyung may not have been by his side since the beginning but until Yoongi had been fifteen, he was certain he knew the Queen inside and out by now.
Taehyung had the honor of standing by his Queen’s side for the past seven years, and watching him grow to be the Queen of Hell.
Like how his Highness was awfully dense as a rock when it came to his self-worth. His people adored and cherished him, but Yoongi was too humble (plain oblivious) and waved it off saying they were only grateful he had shaped their kingdom for the better. It was a little saddening to see how they were wrapped around his finger and would even flaunt it, boast that he was their saving grace (before Yoongi took the throne, their kingdom was weak and in its worst state because they had lost their former King and Queen), yet Yoongi was unable to see that.
It was okay, however. Whether Yoongi knew he was practically worshipped or not, he felt the same way to his people as well. He would do anything for his people in the Min kingdom, especially the younger generations. The children.
Taehyung was one of the many wrapped around his cute little finger. And as much as he would like to dive into his thoughts of how he had come to cherish the Queen, now was not the time. He shook his head and once again cleared his throat snapping out of his trance. “That didn’t exactly answer my question, but I can guess you’re going to talk to Namjoon-hyung?” Yoongi nodded and smiled at Taehyung, pleased, and the taller demon refrained from copying his smile.
“Sharp as ever, Tae.” Yoongi praised while slowly pulling himself away from the door frame and starting to walk to his intended location. As expected, Taehyung didn’t question his Queen any further and just followed behind the smaller male.
Yoongi stopped for a bit and looked back, waiting for Tae to meet him at his side. Not a second had passed by, and his bodyguard was already beside him. Yoongi didn’t really see Tae as his guard anymore, he was more of a friend now. Nevertheless, Tae was still incredibly formal around him. Yoongi was introduced to Tae through Namjoon when he was yet to be Queen, just a Prince, really. The idea was for Yoongi to open up to more people than just Namjoon (and Yoongi’s personal servants), and Tae had seemed the perfect fit for the job (not exactly). At least that was what Namjoon had told him.
He had smelled bullshit. The shit-eating grin on his advisor’s face was not helping one bit.
Taehyung was one of the most-desired bachelors of the kingdom. He was good-looking in every aspect of the word. Slightly curly hair that covered his forehead with strands so dark and silky, charming burgundy eyes that felt like they were looking into your soul, honey-tanned skin that contrasted Yoongi’s pale complexion-- overall he was a very beautiful man. A handsome man. He was also powerful but that’s a different subject altogether.
Yoongi would rather forget how he had made a fool out of himself when attempting to befriend his personal bodyguard. It was like he was pining and trying so hard to impress him when he only felt the urge to flee and never show himself to the world. It was very embarrassing.
Both men made their way swiftly into the corridors, the walk comfortable and silent with only the sound of Yoongi’s heels clicking on the polished floor, and soon reached a tall door. Behind it worked the smartest person Yoongi had ever met, and even if they didn’t get along before considering how rocky their start was, no one could doubt that they deeply cared for each other for a long time now.
Taehyung reached out for the doorknob for the Queen and twisted it open. Yoongi blinked his eyes to get accustomed to the sight of the room, a smiling gracing his features when his eyes landed on his best friend sitting behind the desk filled with so much paperwork.
Kim Namjoon, the only son of the former King and Queen’s advisor. He had slick black hair with some strands falling over his dragon-like, silver eyes that carried faint bags underneath, his skin almost similar to Taehyung’s, and full lips that were currently forming a frown. He seemed to be a little stressed and frustrated as he grumbled nonsense under his breath before raising his head at the sound of the door being opened.
Yoongi’s tail twitched behind him at how exhausted the other looked. And he thought he, as the Queen of Hell, had a lot of work on his plate.
Namjoon brightened at the sight of his Queen, losing some of the stress apparent on his tense shoulders. “Oh, Yoongi-hyung!” he smiled, showing his dimples on each side of his cheek before realizing that the Queen was in his office. “What brings you here?” he questioned, a bit confused since he was aware of Yoongi’s busy schedule, but was soon able to put the puzzle pieces together. Just when Yoongi was about to open his mouth to explain his visit, Namjoon spoke up. “Ah, let me guess... ‘They know nothing the greedy bastards, you’re tired and need a nap?’” he chuckled as he just slightly teased his Queen.
If anyone other than Namjoon did that, they would be dead by now. As in burned into nothing but ashes, but Namjoon had a special place in Yoongi’s heart. He was the reason Yoongi had forgotten the feeling of loneliness when Yoonji and Agust had left the kingdom. He had spent two years of being alone, of catching up to his lessons and responsibilities, until one of his trusted advisor who had served his parents set them up to meet. His advisor's son Kim Namjoon.
Needless to say, Yoongi and Namjoon could barely stand the sight of each other. Their point of view of the Min family was so different. Yoongi had to take the throne because he was an heir, and Namjoon detested being nothing but a mere servant for the Min heir once he was crowned. Until slowly, with months and time, they began to understand each other.
Yoongi was burdened to be the next ruler of Hell when he was told that both his older siblings flat-out refused the title at the young age of eight. He didn’t expect or even desired to be the next in line, but he could not bring himself to refuse the throne either. For his siblings’ sake and for the people, he had to take up the mantle. Yoongi tried to act as if it didn’t bother him, but even at fifteen Namjoon had seen his vulnerability for the first time because he had failed at keeping his emotions bottled.
Namjoon loathed the Mins for making his parents so devoted to them. He could never understand at first, even as a fourteen-year-old, why his father refused to retire his role as an advisor even if the King and Queen had passed, or why his mother would rather be sent to exile than drop her duty as the head maid of the entire castle (they were not neglectful, he had lovely parents. But they were so devoted to their jobs it's quite baffling). And he had loathed the next line in the throne, Yoongi, even if he had not met him because it seemed to him that his parents were wrapped around the youngest Min’s finger.
Until Yoongi had broken down after a stressful lesson and a letter from his siblings in an isolated garden, Namjoon was told to find the prince who had run somewhere where no one could find him. That day had changed their relationship forever.
So instead of making him furious, Namjoon’s comment made the Queen flustered, and he started to trip over his words. “A-Aigoo! Is that all what you think of me, Namjoon-ah? I cannot believe you, you hypocrite! You look ready to keel over!” Yoongi yelled in a pouty voice usual of him when he was around Namjoon. Even though his best friend was a year younger than himself, Namjoon was extremely mature and made Yoongi feel like a kid at times. Then again, he was possibly the most intelligent demon in the kingdom right after his father. Like father like son.
As Yoongi ranted, Namjoon looked over to see Taehyung and gave him a reassuring smile for him to enter the room as well, which he did so (while Taehyung was the Queen’s personal bodyguard, his status was still lower than that of Namjoon’s who was Yoongi’s current advisor. Namjoon had taken over his father once Yoongi was crowned). “Alright, alright, hyung. What is the real reason?” he smiled to himself as his eyes were directed again to the papers he had been working on before Yoongi and Taehyung’s arrival.
Yoongi’s smile faded as soon as he started to speak. He sat on the desk with his legs crossed, which made him look so goddamn attractive. His feminine legs covered in thigh-high black high-heeled boots; some of his chest exposed in such a teasing manner; his exceptionally thin waist covered by fishnets. The two other males swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on what he was saying rather than on how he looked. It was not the first time anymore, and it truly bothered them at times.
“Those stupid, old counselors cannot do anything right! They keep on telling me what to do and so on, but they don’t do shit themselves!” he was angry, it was obvious, but he took a deep breath as to not lose his temper and continued. “Well, that is far from the point… I came to ask you for advice since you are smarter than all of them combined.” His eyes similar to that of a feline’s sparkled as he looked at Namjoon with what seemed to be hope, absently leaning forward reminiscent of an earnest child.
Namjoon had to clutch his chest mentally or else Yoongi (and Taehyung) would stare at him oddly. His Queen was so adorable without even trying!
However, he soon composed himself when a thought came to him. “Have you considered...?” Namjoon trailed off knowing that it was a touchy subject for Yoongi. He didn't even need to elaborate any further. It was obvious the instant the eldest in the room tensed up and looked down at his hands.
Yoongi sighed quietly, almost distressed even. “You know I have… I’m just…” he couldn’t bring out the words as he played around with his fingers and sighed once again bracing himself to pronounce the following words. “I’m just scared to do so… I don't feel safe regardless if Taehyung-ah is with me. I can't even bring myself to try and travel. It's dangerous enough as it is without anyone knowing my identity, but if they did... Who knows what could have happened.”
The younger ones softened their expressions as soon as Yoongi was able to admit the reason of his hesitancy at considering that option. They all remembered that event so well because if not for Taehyung, it would have scarred the youngest Min for life. It was bad enough that Yoongi had denied getting out of his room for a week straight. Not to mention, it was only one of the worst the Queen had to experience when he was but a Prince.
Namjoon looked at him with tender eyes and got out of his chair. His best friend had tightly closed his eyes as he tried to remain calm and not lose his composure. Namjoon kneeled before him and looked up at him, quite the unique experience since he was used to looking down to meet Yoongi’s eyes. “Hey, it’s okay. We will come up with something else, Yoongi-hyung.”
Yoongi opened his eyes to find his friend before him. Even though he tried to remain strong and not allow the trauma of his past to arise, a single tear fell from his eye. The sight of their Queen crying broke the hearts of the other men in the room, even if it was just one tear. Taehyung was quick to come closer, something rare for him to do when Yoongi was with other people, and Namjoon rapidly caught the single tear with his thumb. “I’ll see what else can be done. I promise you won’t have to worry about it.”
Yoongi noticed the weird behavior of his companions and came to the realization of what had just happened. Namjoon was still kneeling before him, which made his heart skip a beat because of the close proximity and the younger's large hand delicately placed on his knee. Yoongi thought that Namjoon was unconventionally handsome and that made him more unique, to say the least. He looked at the tallest of them before he rushed into giving them a smile, well more of a smirk. He hated being weak, he hated showing his emotions, he hated feeling this way. “Thanks a lot, Namjoon-ah. At least you actually do your work. Everyone else in the council seems to be brainless except for your father and the other two.” He got up immediately and patted his outfit to avoid it from wrinkling.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some work to finish.” He gave them that characteristic gummy smile of his and made his way out of the room, leaving his friends dumbfounded by his actions. What a peculiar character he was.
He never failed to enrapture them with his mere presence.