3rd person's POV;
The Kingdom was in shocked when their place was rumbling with thunders decorating their sky.
Darkness began to take place, wind harshly swept the Kingdom in fast motion, pulling every angel that was flying around with it.
The angels look up. Worry plastered to their face as they watched the sky painted with dark clouds. The clouds was changing shapes in a human like form and an angel form. Everyone was puzzled with what they are seeing, but not to Queen Moon, as she step outside of the palace to see what was the commotion about.
Her husband, King Theodore, stand beside her, eyes on the sky like everyone else.
"Never knew it happen so soon. What did you see, my dear?" He asked calmly, his hands gently grasped hers.
"I only see our son, stronger than the last time with someone. She aids the battle with him" Queen Moon replied. King Theodore exhales but soon, his brows scrunched together.
He looks at her.
"She? Moon, did you see which side he is on?"
She shake her head.
"Yes. But I can't tell you. You know what would happen"
His lips are in thin line. He know he couldn't push her to answer. If she did, it would never happen.
Onew stared in awe just like everyone else at the moment. Deep inside, he knew it must be related with the girl and the Prince.
On Earth, Jonghyun feels something is going to happen so he walked outside of ____'s house and look up to the sky. True enough, the sky was filled with black clouds and to a human, it will be pouring soon, wetting the Earth. But to an angel, a guardian angel, that is not an ordinary weather to look at.
"Minho, come out!" He called out.
They were trying to think of a way on how they possibly could go to the Underworld. Throughout her disappearance, Key was the one taking care the sanitary of her home. Her parents didn't even make a call asking her well-being.
That day, Key asked if Minho could go and see her parents for a while, just checking on how they were doing. He teleported, and found himself in China.
He was in their office. The workers were busy, walking here and there with papers in their hands, phone in their ears with a pen in their hands. The situation itself made Minho felt a little queasy just by looking at it.
He walked around and good for him, he was invisible and enter through a wall. It was ____'s parents. Her father was on the phone, while her mother was scribbling something down on the paper.
"Mr. Chang should've been here by now. If not, all the sales would be ruined. I should convince his partner to make the trade"
Minho heard her father's thoughts.
"Good thing we're in China. All of the trades were made here and all of 'em was a successful business. I hope _____ take charge of this company one day"
This time, it was her mother. Minho shake his head, watching how their work was eating them away. And the thought of appoint _____ as the leader of the company wasn't a good idea for him. Or for her either anyways.
Minho patiently waiting for either of them think about their daughter. He willingly stayed there for a couple of days just to hear that one thought out of them, but no.
They never did.
Their focus was entirely at work and never stop.
"What is it?" Minho came up and stood beside Jonghyun.
Jonghyun was looking up and he did the same. His brows furrowed with the sight he was seeing.
"Do you have any idea what's happening?" Jonghyun asked.
Minho shake his head, absolutely no clue about it.
"Look look look!"
Jonghyun grabbed Minho's shirt as the lad was about to turn his heels away.
Jonghyun pointed to the shape of the clouds.
"Did you see that?"
Minho tries to see it clearly and nod.
"It looks like us. But more like--"
Minho's words cut off.
"Kris"
"But wait. There's another one! It almost look like a girl" Jonghyun continued to list down what he sees.
"Don't be ridiculous, hyung"
"Did I ever say something ridiculous to you, Minho?" Jonghyun snapped. He glared Minho by his side.
Minho put his hands up in surrender, then he look up.
"You're right. Wait, isn't that..." Minho trail off, figuring out the shape of the clouds. The curves, the height. It was all too familiar.
Both of them look at each other, before bursting the answer in unison.
"_____"