Chapter 4

                                    

                                          
Jungkook wanted nothing more than to slay them right then and there, and he didn't know why. He'd seen humans treat each other badly all the time. "She's your daughter. You prayed for her. How could you have treated her the way you did?"
The husband rolled his eyes, forgetting that he was a church deacon and Jungkook was an angel. "She's a demon, you said so yourself. She's not my daughter."
Jungkook turned to look at the mother, "Even if he feels that way, she is your daughter. Did you know that she almost drowned when she was four because you left her in the tub by herself?"
At least she had the decency to look ashamed, "I didn't know," she whispered.
"Has she ever gotten a fever that wouldn't break no matter what you did?"
The mother looked concerned. "When she was 10, she kept crying for her Tae and Minnie, but we didn't know what she was talking about. She didn't have any toys."
"How did she get better?"
"I'm not sure; after a few days, she just got better one day. We never figured it out." 
He was about to say something more when he felt their presence. He glared at the parents before leaving their room: "And you call yourselves Christians. If you are what it means to be a good human, then I don't see why we should even bother trying to save humankind. Because frankly, I don't see any good in either of you." Then he left. They were outside in the woods, the same woods he'd found her getting into trouble so many times with these two.
"Have the symptoms kicked in yet?"
Jungkook's head snapped to look at Tae, "what are you talking about?"
"It's been a week since she's seen us; her fever should have kicked in. It will only worsen if you don't let us see her."
"You are not going anywhere near her demon," the Angel roared.
Jimin plopped down on the ground and leaned up against the tree like he had no care in the world, "then she'll die, and you'll never see her again." Jungkook's eyes rolled so hard at the idiotic demon; if she died, she'd go to heaven, and he'd see her any time he wanted. But that just made the demon smirk, "She's a halfling dumbass." 
The confusion must have shown on the Angel's face because the two demons burst into giggles as they rolled around on the ground. "She's half human, half demon, a halfling. If she dies, only her human side dies. She'll become a demon unless drastic measures are taken, which won't happen because we want her with us."
That pissed Jungkook off to no end, "you aren't getting her or seeing her."
Tae stood up and brushed the leaves and dirt from his pants. "One or the other will happen. You have at most a week before the fever consumes her. We'll be here when you decide whether you want to save her or not." Then they were gone.
Jungkook left; he was so confused. Why were they so sure she was going to die? What did they know that he didn't? But they were right; no matter what the three angels did, she was only getting worse. She cried for Tae and Minnie every single day. "Why do you want them so badly?"
She could barely open her eyes; she hadn't left Jungkook's bed since he discovered she was sick. She refuses to eat, and he barely gets her to drink water. He's never wished that he could indulge like the humans do, oh what he wouldn't give to get drunk or even to pass out right then and forget about everything. "They made it better last time I was this sick. All I had to do was let them hold me, and I felt so much better."
So, Jungkook found himself doing something he never thought he'd do. He lifted the halfling and made his way to the woods. The demons were already there, waiting. "Before I hand her over, what's wrong with her?"