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As I pass by every room of the mental department that had people scream in misery and pain, I had to try so hard to hide the joy I received from it. With doctors passing me by the corridor, I had to put up my best act to look normal and not curse them into hell. It was a pain in the ass. At least back then this place only had a doctor and a helper with just one patient being Jimin. Now it is swimming with a pile of patients and a ridiculous amount of doctors.
With Namjoon being off my side, it gave me a chance to explore the vast construction of this building. Looking back in time, this was just a house with three rooms and a garden. Now it's literally the tallest building in the city.
How incredibly are these stupid humans progressing with the development that they don't even realize how much shit they are destroying in this earth? What a proud moment for us. We ignite their inner guilt and in return, they sin.
The sound of footsteps approached me and I knew the next twenty seconds of the future. A sly old man runs, hits my shoulder, gets fascinated by my clothing and continues to blabber shit.
Just as I assumed, he hits my shoulder and turns to look at me. The man looked crazy. He had his eyes inside his face, they were dark and swollen. His hair was a mess and too long for his figure. Pale skin and the hospital gown completed his outlook.
He continued to stare at me and I smiled at the pathetic being.
"I'm really sorry for your loss," he said after observing me from top to bottom before continuing to say. "Whose funeral are you going for?"
"Your's if you'd like" I replied with another smile.
Undoubtedly it was my color code that gave him the assumption. And I could see how my reply had puzzled the confused old hag. He took a step back but then laughed it off saying.
"You're funny, I like you"
"Trust me, old man, liking me is like choosing hell. Are you still up for it?"
"I'm a patient here actually" he continued with a smile, unbothered by my words.
"They think I'm crazy? Oh and apparently" he came closer to my side and asked for me to lower my ears for him to whisper something. I did as he wanted and waited for the old man to speak up. "They said I have this weird mental problem and that I killed my wife" and then he started laughing before saying. "But you know what's funny? I don't even have a wife! These people have the wrong man" the old man continued to laugh holding onto his stomach while I continued to smile and observe.
"You think you are innocent?" I questioned.
"Of course, I have no memory of anything they are accusing me of so why would I be guilty?"
"A loss of memory. What a great way to excuse yourself from your sins"
"Excuse me?"
"I think you are a nice gentleman. And undoubtedly this won't be the last time we meet. I believe we have a lot in common" I said, smiling with a narrow eye. He seemed interested in my words and started to develop unnecessary human emotions such as joy, happiness, and excitement which I believe is a ridiculous waste of time.
"Kind sir," I spoke while taking out my black feather from my pocket. My fingers brushed through its soft, delicate edges while my eyes adored its beauty. I carefully lifted it to the man's eye level. "Would you mind holding this for me?"
"It would be my pleasure"
He quickly held it with an exciting smile. But that didn't last long. The man's eyeballs grew large, looking as if it would pop out of its sockets. He breathed heavily and fell on the floor. With whatever energy was left in him, he pushed himself away from me on the floor as I casually placed my steps towards the struggling figure. The poor fellow tried to speak but his words were going inside him and what escaped his mouth was a painful shriek.
With a smirk playing on my lips I watched him suffer. As his eyeballs grew bigger, it dominated his eyes and made it pitch black. His fingers were fighting against the feeling of someone chocking him, while his legs were spread out, kicking the floor.
A crowd was summoned. A large number of doctors gathered around and pulled the man up. After the touch of another human, my feather flew to my direction and rested itself inside my pocket. Only he was meant to see the quick glance of oblivion. I can't interfere with the ones that go to heaven. And so I had to be careful who my feather comes in contact with.
The effect on the man was gone. He was now awake and ready to repent like everyone else.
"I DID IT. I KILLED MY WIFE. I WAS LYING AND PUTTING UP AN ACT. SPARE ME, GOD, FOR I HAVE SINNED"
With the crowd around, I didn't want the man pointing at me and leaning all the attention towards me so I immediately left the spot and started walking in the other direction with my head lowered and my finger slightly brushing my hair to hide my face. As I walked I could feel this nauseating amount of good energy coming towards me and I felt like throwing up. I sighed when I felt a figure in front of me not moving, not budging at all.
"Min Yoongi I believe" she spoke, tapping her foot, waiting for my head to rise up to meet her face. And the minute it did, a pile of papers stapled together were thrown into my arms and I like an idiot carried it with no devilish reflex.
"Welcome to PDA. I am Celestia of the Ao3 department. These are the papers you need to go through. They include the rules and regulations that have to be strictly followed in here. A copy of this has already been given to your fellow associate, Kim Namjoon as well. I will be expecting them to be signed and handed over to me the earliest by tomorrow"
"But I don't play along with the rules, sweet angel. You know that don't you?" I asked in a sly yet cunning manner with a bit of seduction in my tune.
"What did you do to that man" she questioned.
"Oh nothing, really. Just showed him a preview of where he is going to land after death"
"You can't meddle with human lives"
"But you know very well that's what we do. Why don't you do your job and not teach me mine? Hows that, angel? Good?"
"We have been informed about your arrival. And because its the decision of both the worlds, we will respect that and not interfere in your part of the job"
"Good"
"But" she continued with feisty eyes and approached me a little closer. To be honest I was taken aback by her behavior. In my entire existence never have an angel stood up to me. With every step she took closer, a step away I went. "If you cross your border with our jobs sweet devil, you will regret it. How's that? Good?" She asked smiling, with her fingers making the gesture.
I wanted to speak but I was at a loss of words.
Min Yoongi, get your shit together.
But just before I could open my mouth she just left. And I couldn't resist my inner devil for teasing her further so I screamed whatever came into my mouth.
"Why so grumpy, darling? Are you upset you didn't see a rainbow up the sky today? Or did you not have your unicorn poop for breakfast? What's wrong little fairy!"
But she gave no care and just walked away, disappearing from my sight. But what was more embarrassing were the people that were staring at me and laughing. They don't know who they are laughing at. None the less, that didn't help. My divine power was nothing compared to this embarrassment. I scratched the back of my hair and just walked by.
I can't believe this disgrace.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any more interesting for me, a hand tapped on the back of my shoulder. I turned to the boy who was munching onto a few snacks. He had a suit on but was very young. Though his face was something that gave it all away. He looked at my suit and commented.
"Nice suit dude. Is it a designer? I love the fabric; it's like something I've never seen before. Where did you get this from?" I couldn't hide my interest in him and gave it out quite quickly. I've been waiting for this meeting. A smile curved up my lips and my hands moved forward for formal interaction.
"I finally meet you, Jungkook"
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A/N- I did introduce Celestia before(CHAP 13)
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