Even in heaven, where everything was perfect, peaceful moments felt rare. He liked sitting alone, high up on the soft clouds, watching the world below.
He didn’t talk much. He wasn’t the kind of angel who danced in the sky or joined the singing choirs
He preferred silence, and nobody really minded. That was just how Taehyung was—gentle, quiet, always thinking.
But that morning felt different.
The light in the sky was still golden, but it wasn’t as warm.
Then the sky began to darken.
He sat up slowly, confused, as a strange noise echoed through the air—loud and sharp.
Angels nearby stopped what they were doing. Some flew up to see what was happening.
And then the clouds tore open.
Dark shapes spilled into heaven—fast, angry, and loud.
DEMONS
Screams filled the air as chaos spread.
The peace of heaven was shattered in seconds.
Taehyung stood up, frozen in place. Before he could move, someone grabbed him from behind.
He struggled. He tried to call for help, but a hand covered his mouth
He couldn’t see who it was. He couldn’t even see the sky anymore.
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