Chapter 41: Pray for the Sinner
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A/N: LITERALLY. PREPARE YOURSELVES.
whatever yall do... do NOT by any chance, skip this chapter, cause this is like the peak of this book.
Recommended music to play in order:
1. In the woods somewhere- Hozier
2. Play with fire- Sam Tinnesz , feat. Yatch Money
3. Life ain't fair (instrumental) :on SoundCloud
Warning: Gore Content
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It had indeed been a while since the last time the air carried such similar eeiry calm of the night shrouded with a mysterious veil that invoked nothing good.
Although the streets ran with joy and laughter, beckoning the New Year with a warm embrace, there was not one among them to pause and stare... To stare at the bustling crowds, past their cheerful smiles and their bodies... eyes remained, burning and unblinking, inchoherent whispers leaving their throat, before disappearing in response.
The air had grown chilly... and it didn't have anything to do with Winter.
The Bronze-Gold blades battered, moving in unison, solemnly yet gracefully.
He rose far above the ground, far above them all, standing taller than the buildings and the clouds... He stared down as if he were staring into the abyss... and it didnt look any different, it indeed looked more or less the same.
Jungkook didn't feel liberated, in doing what he did.
His eyes were cast low, his lips clamped shut as the frosty wind stirred up by his wings, cloaked his naked upper body, unblemished and toned.
Jungkook slightly clenched his jaw and lowered his chin, his eyes following a trail of a faint heartbeat, that moved further and further away from the inner city.
He let out a soft sigh, turning his head to look up at the sky instead, when he could no longer distinguish the heartbeat amongst the rest. His irises looked darker, filled with unspoken anguish- but as always, they looked docile gazing at the vast greatness where the Almighty rested.
Vast and Great... indeed.
But never answering.
He, was a being who had lived through centuries of war and famine, descending the throne of Hell, morphing and distorting, through time. The blood in his veins was both, Filthy and Divine. And he was stronger than most of his siblings, regardless their lineage.
He was but a, refined Silver Angel that was banished to the depths. A ruthless Punisher that was now feared by all pure and sinners alike.
But still... in the end- when Jungkook would feel lost, his eyes would dart up to the sky.
Like a child separated from his mother, Jungkook would search through and through, wishing...
Wishing for someone to answer him.
But no one did.
No one would.
It was always quiet.
Jungkook closed his eyes, his broad wings folding as he tilted back, his back forming a graceful arc and then he dived, falling from the heights like a dew-drop of the early dawn sliding down the blade of a leaf.
Even time seemed to slow down as he fell, heeding to his silent convictions and paying respect, by witnessing him.
His raven hair swayed to and fro while his arms hung loose on his sides, appearing graceful as ever. The wind cradled his body, embracing and numbing his senses, the fire in his chest burning like glowing embers- tame yet, fierce.
Jungkook opened his eyes, his irises still dark and his lips still placid. He exhaled, blinking slowly and looking down at the appealing lights
He was still falling.
A sinner like him-
Whether it be from the Silver Gates.
Whether it be from the Light.
Whether it be towards Darkness.
Whether it be towards Hell.
Whether it be....
He then exhaled with an air of finality, his eyelids once more, shutting gently.
"Detective Kim..." The Devil mumbled softly, the words although more familiar than his own flesh, it still sounded foreign to his ears for the first time.
He couldn't decipher what he was feeling. An emotion, so bizzarely laced with nothing but disappointment and regret.
For what he did, ofcourse. For what he had been doing the entire time.
And now that he could see its results, he wished he could turn back time.
Or just make it right.
Or just... just-
Feeling the frost in the air drop rapidly, Jungkook's blood accelerated on response and his wings shot wide open, the golden-bronze blades shimmering, reflecting the lights from below.
He stood stranded in the air for some more time before he descended, his wings moving in an unison casting out a barrage of air on its outer side, yet retaining its balance. His chin remained high, looking poised and elegant but his eyes were cast low- still, it was an awe-inspiring sight, looking just as Divine as he did when he used to be a Silver Angel.
His toes touched the flat concrete, of his balcony- like a ballet dancing to soft mellow notes of Black Swan. His wings glowed somberly, as if it were alive and breathing, silently sympathizing with its owner before it folded and disappearing into thin air.
Jungkook let out a sigh and then pressed his lips together. His footsteps remained light, as he stepped onto the wooden patform and walked past the sheathed pool. Pushing the glass door open, he stepped into his cold, dark penthouse, rebounding nothing but silence back at him.
He bee-lined to his mini bar, leaving the lights switched off as it already was and poured himself a glass of liquor, the comforting bitter scent wafting up to his nostrils.
He dropped few ice cubes into the golden liquid and picked the glass up to his lips, sipping the strong whiskey.
Jungkook lowered his head, chuckling humorlessly to himself when he sensed the elevator moving upwards.
It was as if fate had finally returned, to take everything that was left due.
He tapped his fingers on the flat oakwood table that he was leaning against and few of the lamps in the Penthouse sparked bright, glowing dimly.
He waited patiently, sipping his liquor with his head turned away from the elevator.
And then he heard it, the doors smoothly sliding open and a pair of footsteps invaded the quiet of his residence.
Jungkook inspected his glass of liquor, still not turning around to face the guests. Instead, he spoke up, his voice clear and firm "Took you long enough..."
"I guess no more hiding huh?" The raventte scoffed lightly, averting his gaze to the pair of eyes that watched him.
"What is this... surrendering or.. wanting me to give you your judgement?" He continued, keeping his glass of liquor on the table and then shifting his gaze at the pale skinned ma
"No... its about something I need to find." The figure beside the See-er replied instead. His tone just as clear and firm as his Master's.
Jungkook chuckled, his lips curving into a wicked smirk but it soon disappeared with his tongue rolling back to his molars.
"Jimin... ah Jimin.... I wouldn't say I didn't see this coming... colluding with a See-er now? Hm?" Jungkook shook his head, clicking his tongue "as funny as it seems, I still feel a little hurt... to be betrayed like this"
Jimin grit his teeth "I have not betrayed you!"
"Oh?" Jungkook mocked, his eyes widening and mouth hanging low
Jimin sticked to his ground, not letting himself be engulfed by flames of anger "Everything I have done.... everything that I'm about to do- I have a reason for it.... but I have never betrayed you."
Jungkook snorted, tilt his head "well then.... what is that you're about to do Jimin?"
"Kill me?" The ravnette proposed, the menacing look dancing in his eyes, although they were still tame.
"Ah no no..." Jungkook paused leaning in "is it looking into my future... hm?"
"Do you want to see my future? Do you even think you can handle it Dr. Min?" The Devil sneered, looking at the See-er. The lights overhead began flickering, from the pressure of the ominous atmosphere that began amassing.
Jungkook pursed his lips, humor leaving his tone, replacing with a stern warning instead "lf that's what you're here for then I'll suggest you both to leave... you wouldn't necessarily enjoy watching yourself die by my hands."
Yoongu clenched his fingers into a fist, flames bursting into his chest. His eyes darkened and paled consecutively, gritting his teeth.
Feigning the teary-glaze, he moved back, only for his wrist to be tightly grabbed the Demon beside him
Yoongi visibly gulped looking at the murderous glare Jimin shot him. If he could use telepathy, Yoongi was sure he could hear the Demon threaten with something like- I'll break your legs, if you move another inch...
This was not good... this wasn't working the way it should have, the See-er harshly exhaled, panicking a little.
"We're not leaving until we're done." Jimin spoke out loudly, to make his intentions clear to everyone present.
"Until you're done? Until you're done?!!" Jungkook questioned, mocking the Demon's words with a dark chuckle. "You should be hoping that I'm not done with you, Jimin!"
"I'm doing this for you" The pink haired Demon yelled, frustrated only for him to be cut.
"Lower your tone when you talk to me." Jungkook warned through his clenched teeth, his irises faintly flickering scarlet. "Do not... forget where you're standing and who you're talking to."
The Demon immidiately sealed his lips, not yet wanting to rest his case or anger the Devil- but just as he opened his mouth his actions where cut off when Jungkook put his palm up to the both- as a gesture to halt, as he suddenly broke out from his composure- his head facing to his right. The flames in his eyes flickered and extinguished, the longer he gazed in the direction, eyes solemn and longing, as if hurt.
Or more like... feeling someone else feel hurt and lost.
Jungkook's eyelashes fluttered close, almost picturing his cries, the way he would be pressing his hand to his mouth to let out his frustration. And the ways those little precious wisps would cascade down his cheeks.
It ached Jungkook to see this. To feel this. To know this.... and still not be able to do anything about it.
He breathed out harshly, reeling in his anger and lowering his hand. He looked up at the See-er with loathing eyes.
"You.. stay. Jimin leave." Jungkook ordered, his tone low and dangerous.
Jimin who heard the proposition, let out a scoff of disbelief treading towards his Master.
"What are you making me leave f-"
"Jimin.. get lost if you don't want to die." The Devil snapped, vicious and angry. A sharp swirl of black mist erupted and the two stiffened, their breaths crashing in their throats.
The pink haired Demon stood his grounds, despite noticing the ominous energy swirling around them. He grit through his teeth "I... am not leaving-"
"Jimin!! you Dare disobey me?!!" The Devil roared, putting his hand forward and a gust of black mist shot out of his hands heading straight at the pink haired Demon, who failed to dodge in time.
With its impact, Jimin fell to his knees, dark blood spurting out of his lips. He coughed violently hunched over the floor. Jimin could feel his insides burning as if being pierced by a hundred needles.
With blood stained lips, he glared at the raventte. His irises flaming, with not willing to back down yet.
Jimin got back up to his feet, one of his hands pressing into his Abdomen to ease the pain of his torn guts, whilst the other pressed to his mouth, wiping his bloodied lips.
Jungkook who looked at the stance and the declaration, felt his blood boil underneath his skin. His eyes darkened, no longer being able to hold himself at bay.
Yoongi who had finally realised what was indeed happening, felt real fear constrict his chest. His calm composure breaking out, as his true colors resurfaced.
This damned Devil- the See-er cursed in his head, tasting the blood-lust in the air.
He had to get away from here-
Jungkook's dark irises, ignited into red same as the Demon. The whites of his eyes drained, as black enclosed his eyeballs. He peered down at the two evily, making his answer loud and clear.
"Good! Good! Stay back then. If its a challenge what you want Jimin, then I'll give it you" The Devil relayed, seething down to his core as a dark cloud of mist began swirling at his feet, vicious and dangerous.
"But mark my words... this time I will not fold my hands"
Glass shattered and lights went out, darkness enveloping in every direction. Sounds of metal clashing could be heard as the two figures with scarlet eyes danced in the dark, teeth gnashing and blood spilling.
Yoongi's eyes beamed cerulean blue, steady and cautious watching the two figures trying to tear each other to bits. Their movements were impeccably fast, just as those from his lineage that no longer walked.
He stood, waiting for his chance to dive in like a hidden dagger stabbing into the back. Anger and fear, both cruised in his pale body like a turbulent storm. His eyes followed, his attention equally focused on the fight and the exit, if things were to go South.
And just as he thought this, the treacherous black mist receded, disappearing into thin air
The silhouette of one figure remained attached to the ground, while the other floated a few good inches above, kicking and trashing violently, only for his efforts to go in vain, growing numb and weak with the strangulation and the loss of blood
The Devil's eyes blazed red, unforgiving as the Demon trapped under the clasp of his hand struggled, blood dribbling down to the floor from the wounds inflicted to his abdomen. The shiny marble floor turned bloody and murky with the Demon's blood, leaving Jimin to hold onto the last bits of his power and will to keep his eyes open.
"You little fiend-" The raventte spit out, lowering his arm so that he could peer into the Demon closely. A hundred emotions zipped past for the split second with Jimin, laced with pain and confusion. The scarlet flames in his eyes had long extinguished, only retaining its pink tint and tears gushing out of its corners.
The Devil loosened his grip around Jimin's neck, but didn't yet let go. "...you better learn to use your eyes" Jungkook hissed, his tone unfluctuating.
With an incoherent whisper leaving his lips, the Devil straightened his arm, an incomprehensible amount of black mist blast out of his palms and Jimin's numb body flew several meters away From the impact. Like a leaf stranded in the wrath of a cyclone, his back crashed with the glass window to the edge and toppled over- falling down, disappearing from sights.
The cold air of the deathly night gushed in, howling and whistling.
Yoongi stared in horror, his heart palpitating seeing how easily the Devil had tossed the Demon out of the highest point of the building.
No mercy.
A stuttered breath left Yoongi's throat.
Evil.... this- being... this damned creature...
All evil.
Yoongi backed away, attempting to run but something flew past him with a 'zing', missing him with a hair's inch. Yoongi looked up, and his cerulean eyes fell on the daunting black metal that was pierced into the hard marble, a few meters ahead of him.
Yoongi's pupils constricted, his knees giving in and he fell to the floor, as locked memories flashed by his eyes.
The screams, the fire, the bodies... the chaos... it all rushed back into his mind.
Whilst the See-er succumbed deep into his trauma, the Devil leisurely walked upto him from the behind. His steps light, but each step carrying seamless ill intentions.
With a face as cold as ice, the Devil carefully took hold of the See-er's collar, avoiding their skin to come in contact and dragged him along the floor to the center of the living room, that was trashed to bits.
Except for a single cushioned seater, none of the furniture has survived the tragic brawl that had taken a few minutes earlier.
Leaving the See-er on the ground, the Devil walked upto the chair and took his seat. With one of his legs propped over the other, and his chin trained high, he looked down at the pale skinned man.
With the light from the outside spilling in, the Devil's silhouette appeared darker and even more ominous. Even his scarlet eyes blazed brightly, making it even more bone-chilling. A little tweaks with the surrounding area and if a gold crown were to be wrapped around the raventte's forehead... the scene wouldn't look much different than Hell.
No...
This was hell.
It felt as if the shadows were growing longer and Yoongi could indeed see the sight. The eyes, the crown, the throne, the wrath... he could see it all.
"Dr. Min...." the Devil breathed out, breaking the silence. There wasn't even a single hint of humor in his tone as he continued.
"You're not the only one with impressive eyes here."
"Did you really think I wouldn't take notice? Do you really think I'm as gullible as Jimin?" The Devil tilt his head, his face no longer visible except for the swirling red in his pupils
"I may have rested my hands and my blade.... but have you forgotten what its like? Hm?" He leaned in, his hands gripping onto the arm rest "have you forgotten who I am?"
"Touching what is mine... you really have the nerve don't you?" The Devil chuckled darkly.
Yoongi grit his teeth, no longer able to conceal. He replied, "I did what I had to do to survive"
"Survive?" Jungkook scoffed, tilting his head and then roared out, "You filthy low lying treacherous wicked scum of cowardice! SURVIVE?!"
He shot up from his seat, his feet colliding with the See-er's chest and the pale skinned man fell flat on his back.
Yoongi spit out a mouthful of blood, wincing from the sensation of his ribs jabbing him in places that shouldn't be jabbed at-
"I always wondered why Jimin was adamant on keeping you hidden for so long..." the Devil let out a dark chuckle, crouching beside the See-er who more or less seemed dead "tell me... how did you manage to poison him?"
Yoongi sealed his lips, unyielding.
"Go on..." Jungkook sneered, his irises blazing a little different, almost as if a flaming lilly danced in them. He continued, seeking truth, " tell me. When did you do it?"
Yoongi trembled all over, unable to resist the reckoning force that twisted and pricked his tongue. The blood in his veins gushed, hot and boiling, as if wanting to cook him from the inside.
Sweat glistened on the See-er's pale skin, shaking all over. Yoongi could no longer take it anymore, his eyes burned the longer he stared into the red lilies.
"The night he found out who I was!!" Yoongi spit out, breathing harshly when finally being released from the trance.
"Oh?" The Devil marveled, standing up to his feet. He wiped his bloodied hands against the fabric of his pants and then began inspecting his own hand. "For a cripple... you aren't that bad with your tricks."
The Devil snickered "Jimin's a wild dog. And you leashed him into protecting you, even if he were to senselessly lose his life doing it. Whether it be holding himself back from torturing you... or whether it have him biting the hand that fed him-"
"Ahh... Good. This is very good!"
Jungkook laughed sinisterily, with one of his hands pressed into his eyes, while the other stretched out and with a swift ringing sound, the raven blade with gold engravings at its hilt returned to his hand on the command.
The vicious blade set close to Yoongi's face, the space, not enough to scrape skin but enough to drain the See-er's blood.
The Devil ceased laughing, his gaze had once more turned agonizingly dark and treacherous, oozing death.
"Dont go around leashing dogs you find without checking if it already has a Master... ah?"
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head in a dismissal "Pity the dog you threw treats at turned out to be the Devil's"
Jungkook let out a sigh, tilting his head to ease his joints.
"Now... tell me, how is it that you want to die?"
The raventte smirked, the long blade by his side splitting into black and gold dust, returning to the Devil's outstretched palm. His canines drew longer, his skin off his face slowly peeling off "lets play tag hm? I'm It."
The Devil turned his back, hands showed into his pockets. "I'll count to fifty. Run."
"One..... Two.... T-"
Yoongi's feat-stricken eyes widened hearing the Devil count. Clenching his jaw, the See-er got back up on his feet, his lungs constricting in his chest, leaving him gasping in pain.
The See-er shot towards the elevator with all the remaining strength he had but instantly felt his hopes to survival collapse when he heard it
"...Eleven... Forty nine... Fifty!"
Yoongi didn't even have the time to think and by the time he could grasp onto his sanity, he was already flung across the room. His back crashed against the wall and Yoongi was sure he had heard something crack and it was definitely not just the wall.
His ears rang and blood seeped down from his forehead and nostrils. He slumped down to the floor like a lifeless wooden doll, his limbs grown jelly.
The See-er looked up at the dark figure who was slowly making his way towards him. The fear in Yoongi's eyes didn't reside but it glimmered in spite and anger, as if wordlessly pointing out 'you liar' at the Devil.
Jungkook who noticed the silent accusation, laughed "I said I would count to fifty.... I never said I would count in an order.."
"Besides... as the King of Sinners, it shouldn't be surprising to you... hm?" The Devil snickered.
Yoongi harshly breathed out, "You.... you evil... evil- you murderer..." his voice shook in his throat, "you damnation.... you think you're any better than me? If... I'm a coward... atleast I'm not as filthy as you who kills his own-"
"Kills my own?" The Devil sneered, questioning the See-er "ah... you mean Jimin?"
"Jimin made a mistake... and he paid his price. He was too over-confident of himself that he failed to see through your trifling tricks. And therefore he had to learn his lesson and erase his clouded judgement... "
Yoongi's eyes widened "what... what do you mean?"
The Devil chuckled darkly "ah... Dr.Min, shouldn't you be worrying about yourself right now hm?"
Jungkook let out a scoff, his lips widening into a smirk on noticing the confusion etched upon the See-er's face "you really do underestimate me don't you? Jimin... exists to live for me and to, die for me. Dog or gaurd or child... he is mine."
Jungkook's tone dropped a few octaves lower "Mine alone. And he won't die, unless I say so...."
Yoongi's limp body slowly arose against the wall, black mist swirling at his feet so that he'd stand head-to-head level with the Devil.
"I intended to leave you alone.... letting the past wash by and not stain my hands with your blood once more... ironic isn't it?" Jungkook hummed "what goes around, indeed comes around..."
Yoongi hung his head low, his heart beating slowly barely keeping him awake.
But he knew....
This was his legacy.
He couldn't let it go in vain.
He couldn't die without achieving nothing.
Yoongi couldn't.
He closed his eyes, hearing his heart beat, its rhythm slow but steady.
His frail body grew warmer, like an overworked engine. And for one last time, he prayed.
A prayer to God.
A prayer to his ancestors.
A prayer to anybody that was witnessing him.
And the rims of his pupils blazed a bright shade of cerulean blue, his heart churning, combusting each of its cells as his hands flew in the direction of the Devil who clearly wasn't expecting this sort of comeback.
Just as the tips of the See-er's nimble pale fingers touched the inferno of the naked chest, Yoongi let out a blood curling shriek succumbing into the trance.
The surrounding eroded away, shattering like bits of glass in a thunderstorm.
Yoongi could feel the heat, as if he had stepped into hell itself. He watched as his skin melted before his eyes, his flesh and bone, completely visible, festering and dripping to the floor into a pile of murky goo.
Yoongi grit his teeth, not wanting to give in to the terror. He knew, this was just his split-second chance in the real world and if he were to lose it, Jungkook would recover within the time frame and kill him on the spot.
So he held on, sucking up his tears and pain even as his body eroded away under the daunting red orbs that he had once witnessed within the mortal- Detective Kim.
Although the scarlet suns did look familiar, Yoongi could infact point out amidst the gut-wrenching pain that they weren't quite the same. The one within the Devil beamed bright, but it didn't exert the same pressure as the one within the Detective did.
It seemed as if, Jungkook had embedded the most treacherous part of his sights within the Mortal to keep his soul guarded, whilst keeping the less menacing one within himself- that seemingly looked as if, it didn't care if someone were to invade.
No...
That wasn't it-
Although less menacing... the red suns within the Devil seemed more cunning, as if trying to bait the invader to look into the soul, as if.... wanting the intruder to step into hell, themselves.
Yoongi trembled all over, wondering where he had gone wrong in life.
Right... being birthed... that's where he went wrong.
Endless tears streamed down his face, wanting for it all to end. He could feel his life essence being absorbed, diminishing bit by bit. He clenched his eyes shut, and gnashed his teeth together almost shattering them in his mouth.
Feeling the heat die out, he opened his eyes- no longer finding himself trapped in the realm of chaos. Darkness unveiled itself, bringing hints of blue and grey before his eyes.
He looked up, his eyes meeting with an extremely familiar scene.
Arms stretched out and fingers firmly wrapped around the base of a smooth sleek gun. The figure behind the gun- stared, eyes laced with fear. Detective Kim.
Yoongi let out a stuttered breath when the shot went off, his vision momentarily blackening.
The images flipped like a movie reel and bright orange flames erupted before his eyes. Cloaked figures moved around, their faces covered with masks.
Blood dripped down palms of hands and thighs, seeping into the faceless body lain down at the feet.
Shock took over Yoongi.
This wasn't an extremely familiar scene.
It was the same scene.
It was the same future.
The same one he had seen within Detective Kim.
The images flipped, hands entwining against white fabric that slowly reddened, turning into a murky colored pool of blood.
The knife that belonged to Jimin glimmered on a white pedestal, the images distorting like a static glitch.
The knife no longer remained on the pedestal and a small plant grew in its place, its stems embedded with sharp thorns, blooming nothing but pure black roses out of its buds.
Yoongi stepped back, only for the walls above and the ground below him to crack, cutting off his path as everything within the trance began disrupting.
He swiftly turned around, only for the time to momentarily slow down, meeting eye to eye with the Detective.
Yoongi breathed harshly, not knowing how in the world was he seeing Detective Kim's future within the Devil.
Or was it really how it was?
Blood streamed down the mortal's eyes, as if he were crying.
He then smiled, the same sad smile.
His hands going up to his-
No...
Yoongi stared in horror.
It wasn't the Detective's hands wrapped around his own neck.
Yoongi felt like he was being pulled out from the trance and that's when he saw it.
It never was the Detective's own hands wrapped around his neck, before his back limply crashed down to the ground.
Yoongi stared at the raven haired figure with scarlet eyes who stood before the mortal. Eyes blazing, robes fluttering, dark mist swirling around at his feet, as His grip tightened around the mortal's neck, squeezing the life out of him.
This future...
This future....
Yoongi's eyes shot open with terror, only to find Jungkook's hand halfway into his abdomen, gripping onto his spine.
The See-er spit out blood, gasping haggardly.
"You..." the Devil growled. "You dare..."
"You... kill him." Yoongi wheezed, putting his chin up to keep himself from vomiting blood. "You kill... you.. Detective Kim... that's.. that's your future"
"I thought... I thought I was seeing his future within... you... because your eyes... your eyes also burn inside his soul.... thats what I thought... but I was wrong..." Yoongi breathed out, peering down at the Devil whose face had grown pale.
"It was... your future... I was seeing within him.... Because he wasn't, supposed to exist at that time... but because you save him, he exists... but all of it... all that I had seen within him- wasn't his own future... rather it was only mirrored... only because... in time... in future.... his soul, would rest within you- because.... he would see through your eyes..." Yoongi wheezed, his lungs constricting with the lack of oxygen and rapid loss of blood.
His body trembled, slowlg going into a state of shock. "because... in the future.... you would devour him.... body... mind... and soul... Detective Kim... your Queen to be.... indeed dies at your hands."
Jungkook blankly stared with shock as the See-er's head hung loose, still having not processed everything the man had said.
Detective Kim.... your Queen to be.... indeed dies your hands.
Jungkook's fingers trembled, knowing the See-er was speaking nothing but the truth.
Queen to be?
Dies?
Jungkook's breaths turned uneven, the flame in his chest rising and falling, wanting to shut off the words that were poured into his ears.
Falling into a state of shock, Jungkook's whole body shook, anger and anguish seeping out of his core and his skin in blobs of red. The black mist cradled him, swirling around his body and engulfing him, his bloodlust spreading far and beyond. The lights immidiately went off around the whole city as darkness enveloped the joyous night.
The skies churned ominously and the people in the streets stopped to stare the odd phenomenon.
As if thunder had struck down, a clear, firm voice spoke out amidst the chaos.
"Put your hands up"
Taehyung felt his palms turn clammy with fear turning his nerves over.
Jungkook's whole penthouse was trashed upside down with cracks and murky black stains all over when he walked in.
But it wasn't that what pushed him into the sea of fears. Rather it was the dangerous looking swirling black mist that Taehyung had absolutely no idea about. Taehyung couldn't even call for backup due to the blackout, if things were to go South. The black mist swirled viciously and Taehyung gulped. Even if he could assume a rough figure of what it could possibly be- and if he were to go against his atheist ideologies.... it still didn't make the situation any better, adding even more terror to his soul.
He didn't know where Jungkook was... he couldn't even imagine his state... and all he could do was hope and pray, that the other was fine...
That whatever this... thing before him was.... never got to him.
"I said put your hands up!" Taehyung braved, firmly pointing his gun at the mist- as hopeless and suicidal as it seemed.
But the black mist receded, surprisingly heeding to his command and that when Taehyung saw it. A mop of raven hair pinned against the wall, almost lifeless and Taehyung felt his throat entirely dry up.
"J-Jungkook?!" He whispered in horror.
"What.. did you... what did you do to Jun-" Taehyung paused, his eyes skimming over the pale skinned figure.
"Doctor... Doctor Min??!!"
Taehyung's lips quivered when the black mist completely receded and a lone figure stood tall, his back turned and hair as dark as night.
Taehyung wanted to deny.
It can't be...
That can't be...
He soundlessly watched as the raven haired figure pulled his hand out, blood dripping, all the way from his wrist and Dr.Min who was propped against the wall, fell to the floor like a corpse.
"No... " Taehyung whispered, confusion, fear and disbelief emitting out of his tone.
He had long seen those back muscles.
He had long memorized the figure's height in his head.
He had long imagined himself running his fingers through those dark locks in countless dreams and nightmares alike.
He couldn't erase it, even if he could.
He couldn't deny, even if he could.
And the figure slowly turned to face him and as if struck by a bolt of lightening, Taehyung stiffened to his feet- turning as pale as a sheet of paper.
It was the red flaming irises that he had caught first.
Red eyes...
Red...
The same ones from the book... from his nightmares..
Taehyung staggered back, rigid as ice with nothing but pure terror wrapped around his heart.
"Jun... Jungkook..." he gulped, calling out to the name. His eyes momentarily drifted his gaze down to Dr.Min who laid limp with a hole in his abdomen. Taehyung didn't know if the Doctor was just unconscious or already dead.
Taehyung's fingers quivered, noticing the raventte's bloodied hand, and the dark splatters on his barrel chest.
Taehyung had to clench his jaw, to stop his teeth from chattering.
"What... what have you done- what.. what a-are you?"
The raventte before him, who Taehyung had never known enough about, exhaled, with a dry chuckle.
"Why are you surprised Detective Kim?"
"What are you so surprised about now?" He continued, stepping ahead and Taehyung immediately took a step behind.
Seeing this, the raventte stopped- his face clouded, his jaw clenched as hundred emotions zipped past his flaming irises.
"Jungkook... please put your hands up." Taehyung breathed out, pointing his gun at the male, unwavering on the outside even if he was shaking inwardly. It felt like a thousand needles were pricking his skin as he gripped harder onto the base of his gun. The blood in his veins cooled and boiled in turns, rushing and stopping each second.
"Are you afraid Detective Kim?" Jungkook asked, his tone gravely and low- devoid of any hint of his familiar cheerful-ness.
"Jungkook! Stay right where you are! Do not move!!" Taehyung shot back, taking further steps away from the raventte, who advanced closer.
"Didn't you say you liked me Detective Kim? Why are you running away now? Why are you always running away?"
"Jungkook Stay back! I'm warning you!" Taehyung helplessly yelled.
"I HAVE ALWAYS TOLD YOU THE TRUTH ABOUT WHO I AM SO WHY ARE YOU PRETENDING LIKE YOURE HEARING IT FOR THE FIRST TIME?!" He yelled back, furious.
Taehyung shook his head, trembling all over, but still not lowering his gun.
"Do you think I wanted to be born like this?! Do you think I wanted to live like this?!" Jungkook venomously spit out.
"Everything.... everything in all of my existence has been unfair to me. My right to stay in the light. My right to stay in the dark. My right to live... to perish... to hate... to love.."
"What have I done you ask?! What have I done Detective Kim?! Tell me... what have I done to be deemed unworthy for any of it?!" Jungkook lashed put, breathing harshly, his tone slightly wavering.
"The Devil made me do this... The Devil made me do that.... WHEN HAVE I EVER MADE SOMEONE COMMIT SIN?! THEY SIN ON THEIR OWN BUT JUST BECAUSE I EXIST THEY CAN ALL PUT THEIR BLAME ON ME?!!" He yelled, frustrated, the ground beneath his feet cracking listening to his despair-filled cries.
"YOU CALL ME A SINNER.. AND YET YOU SAY YOU PRAY FOR YOUR SINNERS... IF SO, THEN WHY HAS NOBODY PRAYED FOR THE SINNER WHO NEEDED IT THE MOST?! WHY?!?! WAS IT BECAUSE HE WAS CALLED OUT TREACHEROUS?!"
"OR WAS IT BECAUSE HE WAS SIMPLY CURSED OUT TO BE, EVIL AS HE WAS AND DAMNED TO PERISH?!"
Taehyung could reply to none of the words, aware of the imminent danger swarming around him. He backed away from the raventte, steadily but just as his feet collided with some rubble strewn on the ground, he lost his balance almost toppling over, but a strong grip wrapped around his wrist.
Taehyung's eyes widened, as if singed by a burning metal rod he pulled his hand away, breathing harshly. "Dont. move." He warned sternly, straightening his arm once more. Pointimg his gun straight at the raventte's chest.
Jungkook's eyelashes wavered at the gesture, his lips tugging down with the shame and realization who he was.
"I am... the Devil, Detective Kim." He took a step ahead-
And the shot went off.
Taehyung stared in horror, freezing down to his feet, unable to move or comprehend that it was his finger pressing onto the trigger. His pupils constricted, same as heart and lungs..
Blood oozed out of Jungkook's chest, pain etched onto his features but he didn't seem to fall nor waiver.
He stood tall, seeming perfectly fine except for his face, looking hurt- not physically... but emotionally. Jungkook chuckled weakly, gently touching his skin that was pierced by a bullet. And a single tear cascaded down his cheek
The smooth gun, slipped out from Taehyung's trembling fingers, falling to the ground with a 'thud'. Taehyung was shaking all over, his lips quivering and eyes glazing over with tears.
They stared at each other and the longer they stared, the more it hurt. Hearts twisting in their chests and skin tingling.
The raventte smiled weakly "if I could die like this with no consequences.... I would have long been dead... Detective Kim."
"I may be the Devil... but I have never killed a human..." he paused, lifting his hand, wanting to touch the Detective's cheek but he held himself back.
"And I will make sure... I will never do so." He smiled, one last time.
"Goodbye.. Detective Kim."
Taehyung remained planted to his feet even after as the figure before him exploded into soft black mist and disappeared before his eyes.
Taehyung felt his knees buckle, going weak and jelly, he fell to the floor. Fear-stricken and not wanting to accept everything he had witnessed. His nails dug into his palms, his chest heaving and a choked sob left his throat, followed by another and then another until he was completely bawling his eyes out.
He felt like his hands had been put into a pot of hot oil and he wanted nothing but to pull his skin off. He wanted it gone.
Taehyung cried out, the past and present coinciding before his eyes. He felt his heart constrict the same way it did before... but this time... it felt even more worse.
He felt exhaustion taking over him, his breaths growing heavy and strained, he felt his eyelids shut and his lungs burn.
Everything hurt.
Everything.... hurt.
He just wanted to sleep.
But Taehyung continued seeing images even when passed out...
He saw Jimin.. he had scarlet eyes as well....
And he was yelling something... grabbing onto his collar and shaking him.
'What have you done? What have you done?'
He heard Jimin cry out at his face but Taehyung didn't answer.
He couldn't answer...
It was too cloudy... it was too dark.
And all Taehyung wanted to do was sleep and wake up from this nightmare...
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Author's Note:
The amount of emotions this chapter gave me was reckless....
How yall holding up lmaoooo???
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Ah hahah- anyway so... I was just playing around paints today- and felt like... let's paint something-
And uh, oh well, here's what the picture of the 'Devil' looked like in the book Taehyung had flipped through-
(Its a lil messy, don't mind me)
Yeah... he invented the ArianaGrande hairstyle. [Source: Trust.me.bro] lmao.
Thats what Caelesti looks like btw
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The last bits of this chapter are abruptly cut off and will be explained in the next, so don't worry too much over it haha!
Stream Butter ayoo♡♡♡
Anyway, thanks for all the love and support! Yall are the absolute best!!!
Take care and stay safe yall
Love,
J