#eyes are lightning dark and fire pastel respectively

[bladehorror]

Found a new banger combo: ripple/lode/firebreather

[an-otome-cally-correct]

Living in Technicolor

This is something I like to call the Synesthesia AU. Now I know this isn't exactly how synesthesia works, but humor me for a bit. Also, for my sanity, I left out Mousse, the Tweedles and Amon.  If you wanna read more of my stuff, then check here.  PS thanks for the title idea Naga~

Everything had its own color. From vibrant to muted, everything every sound had a color - with people being the most dazzling of them all.

Everyone had their own mix of colors. No less than two but no more than four, always shifting as time went on, making it nigh impossible for any two people to be exactly the same, and it filled her days with magic not even Lancelot or Harr could ever hope to imagine. It was only something she could see - a world found not through looking, but through hearing.

Mornings in the kitchen with Luka were bathed in warm hues, while he himself would sneak a little lilac and blue - and a pink she’d only seen from a certain someone in the Red Army, if she were to be honest - whenever he reminded her of which to chop, which to simmer, which to take off the fire. Whatever heat there was, his calming presence, both seen and felt, eased her soul.

Training would then start, and she’d be bombarded by a myriad of colors that even the grandest of rainbows would be put to shame. Often times, the chaotic flashes that accompanied the soldiers’ shouts would be too much, and she’d wander off to somewhere quieter, until the hues slowed to faint pulses. It wouldn’t be long then, until Sirius’ soothing azure and green found her - those colors of his seamlessly melding with a deep purple and brilliant red in a way she found difficult to forget - and she’d be tasked with chores and errands.

Come afternoon, she’d be swept up in Fenrir’s whirlwind of lime as they roamed Central Quarter, warmed by the sweet traces of blush and steadied by the touches of slate and navy that danced around the periphery of her vision. Even on the gloomiest and coldest of days, he’d swoop in with his own version of a sun that could easily outshine the one that sat high up in the sky.

It was either that, or Seth would come bounding up to her, surrounding her with a sea of teal, with all the comforts of a gentle surf, the thrills of an intense wave, and… the mysteries of an endless depth. So much so that tendrils and blotches of an black would sometimes creep around the edges, ominous and heavy. Yet just as sudden as they would appear, they would disappear, and a soft beige would take its place, as if it was the shore to save her from drowning.

At night, it wasn’t as easy to see the shades people gave off - especially Ray’s. His was a blue that teetered between midnight and navy, something that swung between the solemn quiet of evening and the noble burden of duty. Scattered all across were flecks of  yellow-green and wisps of mint, fading in and out like fireflies in a field on a midsummer night. Each moment he spoke was a breath of fresh air and a source of confidence, and it made it impossible not to pay attention.

There were days when she’d run into Red Army folk in Central Quarter, and despite their less than pleasant first impressions, she had come to appreciate the colors they brought with them as well.

Often, it was Kyle she would run into during her errands into Central Quarter, and at each instance, she’d be able to spot him first before being able to discern his hues. It was not unusual to find pastels hanging about him, what with all the children that surrounded him, and it was only when the little ones had gone back to their families that she’d be able to see the chocolate and burgundy his voice carried - cozy and familiar, with the gentle ripples of amber stirring up the slightest bit of mischief.

Sometimes, she would chance upon Zero while he was on patrol, and on rare occasions - whether it was by luck or lack thereof - Edgar would be with him. With those two together, she found some difficulty in separating their respective colors and pinpointing the softer tones, at first. Zero's crisp orange melted much too easily into Edgar's  vibrant yellow, but in time, she learned.

With Zero, it was innocent baby blues and cream blooming here and there whenever he spoke… mostly. There were… instances - much too few and far in between - when she'd find black strike across her vision like dark lightning, and just like lightning, it'd be gone in the blink of an eye, leaving her wondering whether the flash had actually happened.

Edgar, much to her surprise, had pinks and lavenders strewn across, the two colors flaring up whenever he poked fun at someone - especially so when it was Jonah. His hues were sweet and cheery, reminiscent of the candies he oh so loved, but then from time to time, small cracks of something akin to a dark rust would appear along the edges, marring what otherwise would have been a happy scene. In no time though, those cracks would be patched up with more of his yellow, but they would always come back sooner or later, and it was a mystery to her what they could be.

It wasn’t often she'd run into Jonah, but when she did, carnation and lilac would flood all around her despite whatever sharp words he'd send her way. It made for an interesting sight - him brushing her off as coldly as he could, when his colors were something so tender and pure - and even with the occasional pulses of red, it didn't take away from his pastel, almost childlike tones. In those moments, she could see the family resemblance in a much different, much amusing way.

As for Lancelot - it didn't surprise her when a red that matched their Army's flag appeared when he first spoke. Initially, his voice, his color struck fear into her heart. However nowadays, although it still commanded attention, the gentler blues and violets she had come to know that accompanied his brilliant red made for something much more encouraging rather than frightening - save for the thin fog of black that would roll in and out of her view.

Some days would bring her to the White Rabbit's quaint home, where she'd be greeted with the smell of tea and sweets, Blanc's sky blue and Oliver's emerald green. She could still recall the first time she had met the two, the both of them filling her vision with colors she hadn't quite expected from them.

Aside from the cool blue and classic champagne that Blanc's words carried, as if stuck in an eternal clear spring day, there was also a halo of ashen gray surrounding her view. Which she found odd, if she had to be frank. After all, it was the kind of gray she had only seen in the elderly, along with other more muted colors, but Blanc’s were still striking in their own right - not at all what she would expect to see from someone supposedly nearing the end of their life.

Oliver was different matter of confusion all together. Most children would speak in pastels and light tones, but Oliver- Every time he opened his mouth, it was flashes of emerald, and gunmetal, and bronze. They were bright and distinct, and it was hard for her to believe that a child would have them. Even more confusing was the fact that Oliver's colors were exactly the same as one of Kyle's drinking buddies, and with all the people she had met - both in Cradle and in the Land of Reason - she had never seen two people have the same colors, ever. But everything was exactly the same between Oliver and that man, and it had her doubting just how true that belief of hers was.

And then there were also days when her feet - or a certain cat, as was usually the case - would lead her deep into the forest.

However, instead of the green from the foliage, she would find everything dyed in hues of magenta, purple and gold. It made for an entertaining walk through the woods, even more so when Loki amused her with little magic tricks that sent leaves and flower flying about like confetti. Even the Lake of Tears appeared more ethereal than it already was whenever she and Loki passed by.

If they were lucky, Harr would be there fishing and they'd be spared the rest of the walk to their home. Harr wasn't one to talk, but when he did, it was in a mellow violet, with misty blues and hazy reds she was certain she'd seen somewhere in the two Armies before. His calmer tones contrasted Loki's brighter ones, but there was a commonality between them - a black smoke that would come in wisps and whispers, barely visible but always there.

All their colors, she knew, stemmed from their personalities, their relationships, their experiences, and she couldn't help but wonder just how these people had come to know each other in such a profound way that it would leave a mark on their being. Even more, she wondered what color she would leave behind in them, because as easy as it was for her to see the colors of their voices-

She couldn't see her own.

[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

Morning’s Surprise

Title: Morning's Surprise

Word Count: 4,417

Warnings: FLUFF OVERLOAD And a very tired writer... (But I had a blast writing it! Hope you like it, love!!)

Ships: Iru Muri ( @deliciousgrass) x Kusuo Saiki

Summary: Having to sleep over your crush's house for a group project can only lead to so many things. Although it's always the next morning that holds so many surprises!

The beaming ceiling lights bathed the pearly walls of PK Academy's second-year third class classroom, buzzing quietly with energy to give a sharp contrast to the dull, drizzling world just outside. Although their low buzz and the energy they tried to share went mostly unnoticed by the group of students that sat just below them since their eyes were all glued to one particular student who stood at the front, energetically scribbling something on the board. The young man was the class representative Kineshi Hairo. His eyes held the same fire as his hair when he faced his peers once more and lightly slapped the board beside what he had written: "Group Projects!"

"That's why if we work in groups over the weekend we're bound to capture the hearts of everyone attending Monday's festival!" Kineshi's voice boomed in an attempt to wake his friends up from their end of the week exhaustion.

Eyes of light and dark chocolate, belonging to Iru Muri and Rebecca Grace Stinheart respectively, shared a knowing yet exasperated glance before Rebecca buried her face in the soft, teal cloth of her uniform sleeves once more.

"To make things easier, we'll go with our usual groups." Kineshi enthusiastically continued, listing off names for the first group. "And the last group will be Nendo, Teruhashi, Kaido, Muri, Saiki, and Heart. I'll leave it up to you guys how you wanna meet up! With that class is dismissed, have a great weekend you guys!"

Rebecca lifted her head once more and brushed messy, plum bangs away from her sights, only to be greeted with a smile to rival the sun stretched upon Iru's darkened lips. "Another date with Saiki, how exciting!" She teased in a whisper as the two stood from their desks and began wandering over to where the other's had gathered which was around Saiki's desk.

In an attempt to cool the sudden heat in her rounded cheeks, Iru lightly smacked her friend's arm and rolled her eyes. "Oh please Becca, it's a school thing. Besides Teruhashi's there too." Iru irritatedly acknowledged, her chocolate pools throwing daggers at the overly beloved student.

"She may be there but haven't you seen the way Saiki sees her? He barely acknowledges her brazen persistence, but with you? His cheeks could match his hair, I'm telling you!"

Iru swore her cheeks were hotter than embers at this point when she placed her hand over her lips to calm herself. But as much as she wanted to retaliate or at least ask Rebecca about the truthfulness in her statement, she couldn't since the others were now in earshot and planning was already underway.

"I'd love to have you guys over but my mom's super busy with work and she doesn't like when I have friends over without her being there," Kaido admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head and ruffling his powder blue mop.

“It’s okay buddy!” The taller man, Nendo said while slapping Kaido’s back in a manner that was meant to comfort yet nearly sent him crashing into Saiki’s desk. “I feel bad for not telling my mom though, so my house is no good either.”

A small silence had overcome the group as they thought of where they could possibly meet up. Iru and Rebecca were happy to host their friends yet they all learned from their last project that even though their apartment was perfect for the two of them, having four more people sleepover was a bit too much.

“How about a sleepover at Saiki’s?” Teruhashi beamed, her eyes that resembled the stormy seas lit up as if lightning had just struck the waters.

The other two guys cheered in agreement, showering Teruhashi in compliments for her ‘remarkable’ idea. Rebecca only narrowed her eyes and threw the class idol a skeptical raised brow, while Iru softly asked Saiki if that was truly okay. Seeing as there was no other logical place since the project was so big, the peculiar rose haired student revealed a small smile to Iru before nonchalantly agreeing. “Alright then, so we’ll see you tomorrow Saiki?” Teruhashi questioned, trying to recapture his attention that she never really had. “I actually have big plans tomorrow that I’d rather not cancel, so if it’s not too much of a hassle could we meet tonight?” Rebecca interjected hastily, wanting to leave.

“Oh yeah, you have a date with Gladdy tomorrow.” Iru murmured thoughtfully, getting back at the ivory skinned girl for flustering her earlier. The only response that fair skinned girl received was her hand crushingly squeezed under the desk and the sight of cherry blossom cheeks.

When she received the approval from her peers and an, “I don’t see why not.” from Saiki himself, petal-like lips curved upwards as relief flooded the dusken haired lady’s small stature. “Thank you so much for understanding! Will sometime around five this evening work?”

With another unanimous agreement, everything was settled which meant everyone could finally head home for the weekend. “See you later guys!” Iru called.

The last thing she saw before turning and departing was another small smile and wave from Saiki. It may not have been much normally but since these small gestures had Iru’s heart fluttering in its cage. She then quickly dashed out of the room, her chocolate curls gently bouncing with every step. In order to find Rebecca who had given a cheerful yet hurried goodbye before she rushed off to meet the behemoth of a student who was her boyfriend so that she, Iru, and Gladio walk home together before the downpour started.

--

The pounding rain had retreated with the fleeting daylight and now all that littered the sky were charcoal clouds and shimmering stars. Many houses in the neighborhood had drenched themselves in darkness since the residents were already drifting off to the world of dreams due to the late hour of eleven fastly approaching.

Iru and the others had been over Saiki’s for several hours now, camping out in the living room. Rebecca, Nendo, and Teruhashi squished together on the couch, crowding around the small blindingly illuminated laptop Rebecca had brought with her to type up an entertaining monologue for the pamphlet they were creating. Meanwhile, Kaido, Iru, and Saiki himself sat sprawled out on the floor’s seafoam colored carpet designing the actual layout of the pamphlet and creating eye-catching pictures for it as well. Throughout the night the distance between Saiki and Iru had closed, with each trying to convince themselves that they needed to get a better look at whatever task the other one was completing. Soon enough the two were side by side with their legs brushing against each other every time one of them shifted their position. They all worked hard on designing and creating pamphlets for their class’ attraction while chatting about their plans for Monday and much more. Although the ongoing conversation was soon being interrupted pretty frequently by choruses of yawns cutting through and the sensation heavy eyes impeding progress.

“Hey, guys it’s getting pretty late,” Rebecca stated, rubbing ebony eyes for what must have been the thousandth time as they glanced at the clock that hung on the wall. “Perhaps we should call it a night? I’m at least going to change into my pj’s.”

Ochre fingertips brushed away the many chocolate curls that obscured Iru’s face as she looked up to meet her friend’s gaze. Upon doing so, it dawned on her how close she was to Saiki which returned the fluttery pounding of her heart and had her cheeks blossoming in color that she hoped no one noticed. Catching her breath so she wouldn’t stumble over any of her words, Iru replied that she’d join Rebecca before grabbing both of their bags and leading her ivory-skinned friend to the bathroom since she was far more familiar with the layout of the house.

“You and Saiki seemed to be getting close! Did you see that smile on his lips? It wouldn’t leave when he was looking at the design over with you! Is this the start of your fairytale romance??” Rebecca asked excitedly while peeling off her uniform.

The only response at first was the muffled rustling of Iru digging around her overnight bag. When earthy orbs cast a glance towards her friend, they instantly took note of the wide yet bashful smile and the small crinkles near her eyes. The only response at first was the muffled rustling of Iru digging around her overnight bag. When earthy orbs cast a glance towards her friend, they instantly took note of the wide yet bashful smile and the small crinkles near her eyes. “He was probably just happy that the pamphlet is turning out so great.”

“Oh please, I’ve only ever seen Saiki smile at two things, sweets and you! Well, then again you are super sweet so one thing really.” Rebecca insisted while she untied her pigtails and slid on her silky, teal pajama top.

“Stop, my heart!!” Iru excused, still looking through tomorrow’s outfit for her own sleepwear. “Ah, here they are!” Iru pulled out a pair of forest green shorts and a long pastel yellow t-shirt that was two to three sizes too big for her smaller stature.

“That will be so adorable!! I totally should’ve brought my nightgown instead, we could’ve been twins.” Rebecca pouted while she stared down the room to make sure she wasn’t leaving anything behind.

Beginning to change herself, Iru only answered with, “You’re way too kind to me, you’re gonna steal my heart!”

“Nah, I’m just speaking the truth! But you’re definitely gonna steal Saiki’s.”

Iru could only giggle, deciding to let Rebecca win for now. After packing up all of their belongings, the two girls returned to their friends. When they did return, the two girls were met with everyone else in their nightwear and compliments by Kaido and Nendo. Iru mumbled out a quiet thank-you but couldn’t really focus since her eyes were locked with the sight behind lime green lenses. Although he didn’t comment on her outfit, Saiki’s smile did curve upwards to where it was more noticeable. Not only that but it seemed that his cheeks had been faintly dusted with pink as well as he subtly gestured Iru to sit beside him once more so that they could finish the pamphlet together.

Despite the song of sleepiness growing louder by the minute, the group continued to work until the twelfth chime of midnight faded out from Rebecca's ruby laptop. Their exhausted perseverance had paid off since all that was left to do was to create the layout of the pamphlet then print it out.’

"Now we can really call it a night, huh guys?" Kaido questioned, picking up the pictures and notes he had made and placing them onto the glass coffee table where Iru and Saiki had already created a shared pile of their work, being careful not to get the ends of his bandages caught under all of the paper.

Ivory fingers squished against rounded cheeks before Rebecca shut down her laptop for the night, a fatigued smile stretching across peach lips. "Yup I can finally say that the time for sleep has come!"

Nendo stood up from the cramped couch, cheering about how pumped he was to finally pass out. Although his cheer turned into a tired stretch to loosen up stiff muscles as another long yawn soared through the air. "So we all packing into Saiki's room?"

"Nendo, there's no way all of us can fit in Saiki's room." The shorter, crimson-eyed student scoffed, "How would that even work, have Iru and Saiki share his bed?"

Nendo tapped his finger against his chin as he thoughtfully remarked on how that would be pretty cute. Without him even noticing, Nendo's remark had gained an irritated huff from Teruhashi, a tired agreement from Kaido, a silent yet knowing snicker from Rebecca, a quiet thud as Iru fell back to the floor with shock, and a narrow stare from Saiki who was wondering if he had accidentally used his pyrokinesis since his face was much warmer than it was minutes ago. Before anyone could notice the deeper color of the vibrantly haired man, Saiki stood up and informed everyone on how the girls would be sleeping in the room that used to be his older brother's. With that matter addressed and a near crisis averted, it was time to bid the waking world goodnight.

-- Pale moonlight spilled through the translucent curtains that swayed ever so slightly when the soft breeze that blew from the room's tower fan brushed against the light cloth. The only noise to be heard was the low mechanical rumbling of the fan, the muffled nightlife that still dared to play just outside, and the strum of an electric guitar that blared out from black, tinny earbuds.

Pools of ebony were blinded by the dull light that shone from the small screen of Rebecca's phone while smooth fingertips tapped against it to find a more relaxing song. When she regained her vision, the corners of her mouth curved upwards at the sight of her background. It was a picture of her beloved boyfriend holding her close and kissing her cheek with the white sand resting and blue waves roaring in the background from when the two of them had visited the beach this past summer. Though when darkened pools read over the thin white numbers depicting the time, her smile faltered. An hour and a half of tossing, turning, and squeezing her eyes tight yet sleep still managed to evade the young lavender locked lady. Rebecca then decided that if she wasn't able to rest then she may as well be productive and finish up the pamphlet.

The faint light from her phone's darkened screen was enough to have her two roommates stir every now and again. So if the room was suddenly flooded with the near fluorescent light of her laptop screen then Rebecca was sure she'd be faced with two extremely irritated girls. To save the serenity of their sleep, she crawled across the lumpy, wine colored couch cushions that acted as the restless lady's makeshift bed and tucked the rugged case that held her laptop before tiptoeing across the plush cream shaded carpet and out of the room, only stopping to flinch at the creaking door.

Making camp once more in the living room downstairs, the small girl stretched out on the long couch, enjoying the fact that she could hear her own thoughts as she typed. The light tapping of the keys being pressed had become nearly rhythmic as Rebecca began continued dragging images to matching text and editing said texts. Although as fast as Rebecca had gained her focus, she had lost it with the low pop of the refrigerator door opening.

Plum locks whipped to the side when Rebecca stared over, instantly recognizing who it was by his pink hair and his two unique hairpins, or at least that's what she assumed they were.

"Oh, Saiki I didn't even hear you come down," Rebecca whispered, taking deep breaths to calm the pounding in her chest.

The only response she received was watching Saiki's silhouette point to his ears in the fridge light as if to say it was because of her earbuds. In reality, he had teleported right to the fridge so there was no possible risk of waking and having to deal with the other boys who were asleep in his room.

A quiet chuckle pushed through rose lips while Rebecca shook her head trying to process his answer. "Alright, guess Gladdy's right when he says that I should be more aware of my surroundings. But what're you doing up?"

Again, the only reply was watching Saiki hold out a small, nearly empty container of something before asking the same of her.

"Oh, me? I couldn't sleep so I figured I finish up the pamphlet now. It's so nice to be able to hear your own thoughts without the voices of others crashing in, you know?"

Due to his powers of telepathy, Saiki couldn't agree wholeheartedly. Although he did appreciate how the voices did grow quieter late at night since someone always managed to be awake to hear. But to save himself from any questions, Saiki nodded and sent tangles of pink swaying back and forth while he shuffled over to the couch.

Darkened pools met stared at the grass green spectacles that reflected the bright light of the moon while one question beat inside Rebecca's mind. One she had trouble wording yet in her actually exhausted state, she couldn't hold back as it slipped into the air. "Do you like Iru? As more than a friend I mean."

Even if Saiki had heard the question rattling around the lavender lady's thoughts quite often throughout the night, hearing the words actually vocalized still managed to catch him off guard for a brief moment. He, too, had thought about that question and his own answer many times after the first few meetings with the chocolate curled girl. But just like Rebecca's question, he never thought to actually vocalize them. To make sure that Rebecca didn't notice that, the fuschia haired young man took a seat on the couch arm that was the same shade as coffee when milk is stirred in.

Nevertheless, the girl who sat in the streaming moonlight was one of Iru's closest friends. Perhaps there could be some benefit in confessing to her at least. Maybe it would ground the fluttery sensation in his chest that soared every time his eyes merely glanced towards Iru.

There was a soft breath that broke the sudden silence before Saiki spoke, "Yeah I like her," He admitted, bringing the side of his hand up to rest his chin while he crossed his legs. The sky blue cloth of his sleeve tickled his skin to the point that Saiki took another breath before finishing his confession. "But it bugs me that I don't know what she's thinking."

"Aww, that's really sweet!" Rebecca cooed, silently clapping her hands together and holding them.

Violet orbs rolled at the girl's quiet gushing as Saiki placed the now empty container of what had been coffee jelly on the coffee table in a place where there weren't any scattered papers.  Saiki hadn't meant to sound like he didn't know if Iru returned his feelings, he meant that he was frustrated that his telepathy didn't work on her for whatever reason. He couldn't sulk for too long since what Rebecca said next erased his frustrations and actually brought back the airy feeling in his chest.

"Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. Iru likes you in the same way! She also likes pancakes and vanilla ice-cream and oreo-milkshakes and--" When she realized how off topic she was getting, Rebecca shook her head quickly. "Ah sorry! But yeah, she really likes you. So maybe do something with that knowledge."

Saiki could only nod once more while he offered her a small thanks and wave of goodnight. The rather quiet man then stood up and began wandering back to his room since a plan was already stirring up in his thoughts for later that morning. -- The scarlet mistress of the daylight slowly awoke from her slumber to begin her rise to the sky while the twinkling stars were preparing for their own slumber, hiding away under their blanket made up of gradient blues. The quiet yet melodic chirping of several small, feathered families sang right outside the giant glass panes of the Saiki residence. Yet inside the suburban family home the silence of slumber still filled the halls.

Warm chocolate eyes flickered open and blinked away the sleep that blurred her vision. Soft fingertips combed through tangles of curls as Iru tiredly scanned the seemingly unfamiliar room, pondering where she could be. Glancing around in search of answers, she found her violet haired friend on the floor and passed out with her folded arms acting as a cushion for her head. Iru questioned how she hadn't heard a loud thump in the night when Rebecca must have rolled out of bed for the thousandth time. Yet as her gaze took in the sight of the maroon loveseat that sat at the other end of the room, all at once the memories of last night danced through the haze of her thoughts and a small smile tugged at the ends of her darkened lips. Iru was about to lie back down and shut the world away for a few more hours since she wasn't usually one for early mornings. However, she didn't drift off with those sweet memories for too long because a delectable aroma swirled through the air, catching Iru's attention.

Stepping cautiously over her sleeping board of a friend and sneaking out of the room to follow the sweet scent, a subtle chill ran up Iru's spine as her bare feet stepped onto the hardwood floor of the hallway. The halls were quiet still as Iru roamed them with the only sound being the echoing plop of her quiet footsteps that bounced off of the sun bathed walls. 

Iru's search for the source of the saccharine smell lead her to the kitchen downstairs. Her stumbling steps stopped right in their tracks. Although they were heavy with sleep still, almond eyes widened at the sight before them and even more so at who was making them. A stack of golden brown pancakes sat on a white serving plate that was decorated with vine-like designs around the rim. Traces of steam wafted from the fluffy stack indicating that they were still immensely fresh.

"Woah Saiki, I didn't know you cooked. These look so good!" Iru mumbled as she stepped closer to investigate.

The amethyst eyed student jumped slightly at the sound of his crush's soft voice. Luckily for him when he glanced over at her it seemed that Iru hadn't noticed. Inhaling deeply, his signature small smile played on his lips. Shutting off his stove and grabbing a small carton of ice-cream from the freezer, Saiki strode over to the dining table and took a seat beside where Iru stood. "Take a seat, this should go good with the pancakes." Saiki offered, sliding the pint of ice-cream next to the rounded pastries.

It took Iru a moment to comprehend it all as she pulled out the chair and sat down next to Saiki who had already taken one for himself. While darkened pools read over the bold name of the flavor on the container, a beaming smile graced her lips that could rival the rising sun.

"You like vanilla too? It's my favorite! Thanks, Saiki!" Iru then took the fork that was laid out for her to snatch up a pancake for herself before hesitantly continuing, "Should we wait for the others?"  

Saiki, who already had a piece of maple drenched sweetness melting in his mouth, simply shook his head and waved his hand to dismiss her question. After swallowing he explained, "Let them sleep, mom will make something later. I made these for you because I wanted to talk to you." 

Iru raised her eyebrow while she hummed in questioning since she was unable to speak with the vanilla drenched fluff in her mouth. Gleaming with curiosity, her darkened gaze focused on the wide-awake boy before her, Iru noticed how his cheeks grew to be dusted in a shade of pink that nearly matched his hair. He took a deep breath before swallowing hard, "I've been thinking this for a while now but I think I should finally tell you." Peach lips parted and took another deep breath while a pit of nervousness grew within his chest. "Iru, I like you a lot." 

Iru shifted within her seat as she blinked a few times to fully comprehend what now hung over the two of them. "Huh? I like you too Saiki. I'm really glad we're friends."  

That's all he meant, right? So Iru had to wonder why did her cheeks feel warm as her fingertips brushed against them to rest on the table. Vibrantly violet orbs rolled behind Saiki's green lenses but the pit within his chest sunk down into his stomach as he took another bite of his breakfast. He managed to swallow once more before a silent sigh burbled through his lips. He then rested his hand thoughtlessly over Iru's, softly shuddering when he felt their smooth softness. All the while his heart continued to beat against its cage. 

"I meant as more than friends. I want to take you on a date, maybe to that cafe where Mera works?" 

Iru's almond eyes twinkled as though they had been struck by starlight while the smile that stretched across her lips shown brighter than a flash of lightning. She opened her mouth to speak but found that no words would come out. So instead she nodded her head causing her messy curls to frantically bounce as she lightly squeezed the palm of her new partner's hand.

A smile that was wider than anyone had ever seen played on Saiki's own peach lips while he returned the light squeeze and leaned in closer. Brushing his lips against Iru's cheek which now was now set ablaze, Saiki made a mental note of the faint scent of strawberry that he'd come to look forward to.

"Great, then after everyone leaves, I'm yours for the entire day."

An airy laugh slipped through Iru's soft lips with the ticklish sensation. She may have not been one for early mornings normally, yet as she felt another gentle squeeze on her hand Iru was glad she woke up to face this morning's surprise...

[howdoyouspellepiphany]

The Prophecy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park jimin (DemonAU)

Words: Pretty long.

Summary: Long ago, the Divines and Fallens received a prophecy that promises their demise in the hands of a mortal that says:

Beautiful as the creature may be, fire doesn’t burn, ice doesn’t freeze, water doesn’t drown and lightning doesn’t destroy.

Now, the demon prince (Min Yoongi) meets a pink-haired waiter (Park Jimin) who looks like heaven and smells like sin. As their relationship blossom, the Divines and Fallens are beginning to wonder about the prophecy.

Warnings: Crude language, ignorant author

Note: I'm still trying to figure how Tumblr works lol

Chapter 1  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5

Chapter 2

Yoongi wakes up in cold sweat. He has never felt the intense feeling of fear before and for him to feel scared of something as ridiculous as a dream, he felt disgustingly stupid and human. He sat on his bed, mildly remembering coming back home after an escapade with Ken. He remembers taking a scalding hot shower just to take the revolting demon’s scent off of him and fell asleep in his bed. He closes his eyes and rubs his temple. He doesn’t know where that dream came from but he doesn’t like it.

For a second there, he felt terrified. Terrified of a monster whom he recognizes as his father. Terrified because it doesn’t feel like it’s a dream. It felt real. Almost as if it was a fragment of his memory.

             “Fuck.” He breathes as he forces himself to rise from his bed. It’s useless to even try to fall asleep. He has work to get done here on Earth and in Infernum. He still had to help the Fallens who are residing in Athara. He knows that demons aren’t weak creatures like humans. They’re demons. They’re resilient. And something so trivial like the temperature is hardly a problem for Yoongi knows that the Fallens can easily calibrate their body temperature to accommodate with the environment but that doesn’t mean he can take things for granted and refuse to help his people. Athara is the coldest place in Infernum. Its temperature is below absolute zero which is around -273 degrees which according to physics, is enough to make even the particles freeze.

             ‘I should tell Namjoon to increase the temperature of Saqar so that Athara doesn’t freeze up.’ Saqar is Yoongi’s hottest district. If people were to imagine Hell is a place where there’s fire everywhere, there is a chance that what they’re thinking of is Saqar. And because the two districts are so different, Hades had them near each other so one won’t burn itself to ashes and the other won’t freeze its ass up. The white haired prince walks out of his room and is greeted by the intense sunlight from the balcony. He squints his eyes and quietly curses the sun. He has nothing against the sun but his room has been so dark and so cosy it made him lethargic when he meets the sun. He is so tempted to just head back into his room until his olfactory detects food. Min Yoongi doesn’t need food to live but that doesn’t mean he won’t indulge in food. He actually likes how certain things taste since he couldn’t eat anything in Infernum since he doesn’t want to be bounded by the cursed realm. Yoongi takes another whiff of the food and sighs when he realises that it doesn’t smell like what his mother would cook.

This can only mean one thing: Kim Seokjin, Aphrodite’s son is in his household.

             The prince walks to the kitchen only to prove his suspicion right as he finds his advisor back hugging the one and only Kim Seokjin. Namjoon was given to Yoongi when they were both very young. Namjoon is equivalent to what humans know as Astaroth or Abraxas. He is the one who advises Yoongi and plays a big part on the prince’s decision making. There is a reason why the shirtless, dark pink haired man in Yoo Jung’s kitchen is his right-hand man. It is not a secret that Namjoon knows a lot of things. He is the only one other than the direct sons and daughters of Kronos who understands what lies beyond our galaxy and the starting point of all 9 realms. He might and might not have found the cure for viral diseases and invented the technology to manufacture artificial blood. He’s basically the reason why the vampires, ghouls and dhampirs no longer need to feed from humans. The artificial blood has not only helped those creatures but humans as well.  

But there’s something different about Namjoon this morning. It’s not because of those littering dark love bites that have been left on his skin as a memory of his heated romp. It’s definitely something else. His hair? Yoongi squints his eyes. If his memory serves him right, Namjoon’s hair was blonde before he leaves Infernum. How is it that it’s pink now? ‘Did he dye it?’ Yoongi thought and scoffs at the colour choice. It is also not a secret that Namjoon is whipped for his lover. ‘What better colour to dye his hair than his lover’s favourite.’ The demon prince shifts his weight to another leg as he continues to watch the two. A nice, pastel pink radiates from them both.

And all of a sudden, Yoongi feels uncomfortable. He realises that it’s a constant emotion that he feels when he sees them being all lovey dovey and affectionate. It isn’t a bad thing. Not really? He couldn’t decide for he remembers their first date. The then purple haired Namjoon wanted to cook something nice for the ever-beautiful Kim Seokjin.

It was a disaster.

He vividly remembers a scrawny looking Jungkook who is very much shorter than him running around outside the house, hysterically screaming to random pedestrians to help his brother who accidentally cut his finger off. Yoongi had to hit Jungkook square in the face to calm the younger demon down. That night, Namjoon ended up going to dinner with 4 fingers instead of 5. ‘Love makes us do stupid things.’ His mother, Yoo Jung would say. Yoongi understands it in his beautiful mother’s perspective. She did leave Olympus and her mother, Demeter for Hades. In folklores, they made it seem like she was kidnapped by Hades and kept captive in Infernum but in reality, it was a mutual feeling. But in Namjoon’s case and lose a finger? Yoongi grimaces. Not so much.

As he watches the two lovers, who are giggling like two horny teenagers in love, he finds himself in a predicament. Should he leave? Should he just barge in? It feels like he’s looking at something intimate – something he doesn’t quite understand. He doesn’t understand why the excessive skin ship. The both of them have been dating ever since Namjoon turned 350-ish. They’ve been dating for almost 200 years now. One would think they would have gotten bored with each other but that isn’t the case with them. Once they have chosen a fated one, their vow will be marked onto them. Vows are a sacred thing – an intimate thing shared between two lovers. It is something similar to imprinting in the Lycan society.

But what Yoongi truly doesn’t understand is why they’re acting like newly-weds. He swallows down a gag since he has an inkling that Jin is going to raise hell if he ever does something unintelligent and frankly, suicidal. Therefore, the prince (thankfully) took the safer path and stare at the spider lily on Namjoon’s back instead. It is the mark of Infernum. The flower simply looks beautiful against his advisor’s honey skin. As his eyes trail up north, it stops on a mark that reminds Yoongi countless times that his advisor is no longer only his. He has got to share with his best friend, the son of Aphrodite for around the advisor’s neck, is his vows to Kim Seokjin. The words semper fidelis in Ancient Greek handwriting is marked into his skin like a collar. Jin has a similar one, too. Yoongi stares at the ‘forever faithful’ written in Greek, binding them around their neck like a collar to each other. But it doesn’t seem like either of them minded. And it baffles him greatly.

‘What’s the difference between them and Holly?’ Ah yes… The difference is that Holly, his beloved Cerberus belong to only him while they belong to each other and not him.

He frowns at the thought as he chews on his lower lip, bringing his eyes to the marble underneath his feet.

“How long are you planning on standing there?” Jin suddenly speaks out and Yoongi knows it is directed to him. “Do you need me to announce you?” Yoongi scoffs quietly. He knows that Jin is giving him an attitude because he found out about what happened to his Angels last night. And oh, how protective Kim Seokjin is towards his Angels. He had told Yoongi countess times that if Yoongi ever hears it again, he’ll puke. ‘They are living creatures too. We should learn to respect each other if we’re going to live in the same realm.’  It’s not like Yoongi doesn’t agree with him. For the love of his father, he does. But is it necessary to keep telling him this? It’s nauseating. Because, is it really his fault for liking it rough? But at least now he doesn’t have to stand in front of the kitchen, drowning in a mare’s nest.

“Jin..” Namjoon said quietly. He earns a glare from the black haired man and immediately keeps quiet. Yoongi helps himself to some coffee. He turns to the lovers and finds Jin cutting some apples he probably got from Yoo Jung’s mini garden. The apples are small (since it came from a small tree) but Jin still managed to make some kind of art with it. He stares at the apples for some time when he finally realises that it looks like bunny ears. Namjoon accepts the slice happily and a crunchy sound follows when he bites down on the juicy fruit.

“Good morning to the both of you too.” He slurps his coffee and cringes at how sweet it is. It’s not like Yoongi doesn’t like sweet things. He does. It’s just that he doesn’t like it when food that are meant to be bitter to be sweet and vice versa. It does annoy him but he knows better than to speak out if he doesn’t want to get chewed since it’s obviously Jin’s way on getting back at him. He places the cup down in the sink.

“It’s almost noon, Yoongi.” Jin grumbles. Namjoon visibly tightens his grip around Jin’s waist as he places a kiss on Jin’s clothed shoulder. “Kim Namjoon, I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not working. Sit your ass down.” Jin said, pulling himself out of Namjoon’s embrace. Yoongi looks at the pink-haired man as he gives Yoongi a small look that can easily be interpreted as ‘I tried’. But Yoongi doesn’t need help although he did appreciate the thought. Jin places the knife he was using to cut the apples down on the board and Yoongi has never felt more grateful. Although he can’t die from normal humanly weapons, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

“I take it that you’re here because we need to talk?” Yoongi asks, folding his arms across his chest.

“You damn right we do.” Jin said, mirroring the prince’s actions. Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi go way back to when they’re younger. Jin is the only god-goddess breed Divine Yoongi managed to befriend whenever he follows his father to Paradisus for council meetings. When Seokjin was a boy, lonely and sad; he was hated by his own mother for being ugly. Aphrodite was livid when she found out her son did not inherit her looks despite not conceiving Jin after her union with her lawfully wedded husband. She kept him hidden from everyone else and locked him in her chateau. Jin grows up believing he isn’t beautiful but in reality, all he needs is the very thing that makes Aphrodite renowned – love.

And that’s probably why Jin is getting more and more radiant every passing day since Namjoon declares his love for him many eclipses and moons ago. It is evident that the demon has never stopped doing so and has been continuing to love the Divine more passionately and more sincerely every time the sun sets and rise.

Yoongi tries to read his best friend’s body language. If he doesn’t know Jin very well, he would have thought the Divine isn’t the slightest bit angry since Yoongi couldn’t see any signs of red hovering Jin’s skin. The prince sighs as he braces himself for the long lecture but it never came.

“What happened?” Jin asks, looking straight into Yoongi’s eyes. The prince frowns. He’d rather listen to Jin’s long lecture than try to talk about his problems. Never in a million years would Yoongi ever admit to anyone that something is bugging him – something has made him sad. Yoongi couldn’t just tell the love birds that he had just lost his best friend for over 2 years and she had chosen to go to Nirvana. They would tell him that he should be happy instead because going to Nirvana meant she was contented with whatever time she had on Earth. And Yoongi is just sulking because she is contented without seeing him. And might he add the fact that she hasn’t seen him for the past 60 years in the human realm? Yoongi understood that he was the one who left her and kind of forgotten about her but it hurt because she was fine and he isn’t. He could lie, but what good will that do? Jin knows him too well. He could try but it’ll be in vain.

“Just give me the lecture on how to handle your Angels.” Yoongi said, sighing.

“Is it bad?” Jin asks, taken aback. As far as Jin is aware, Yoongi would rather combust in flames than listen to him give another lecture on his Angels.

“I just don’t want to talk about it.” Yoongi rubs his temples and sighs. “Anyway, look, it was wrong for me to take my anger out on your Angels. I should have asked if they were fine with me being rough on them and I know I should respect them. And I should have more self-control and not lose myself like that.” Ah yes… Control. That’s something he seems to let slip between his fingers. The prince shuts his eyes close as he remembers his wings ripped out of his skin. It must have scared the shit out of the Angels. “I know, okay? But last night… Shit. I… I don’t know.” Namjoon and Jin exchanges a look with each other. Namjoon puts a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. He has a hunch of what might have happened and if he is right, Yoongi’s actions would make a lot of sense. And Namjoon feels a little nervous about his hunch and looking at how hard his prince is trying to avoid it, he can’t help but to put off the topic and conversation all together.

“Alright. As long as you’re sorry.” Jin said in a small voice. Yoongi won’t ever admit it but he’s very grateful that Jin is his friend. Jin seems willing to drop the topic and strokes Yoongi’s hand instead. Jin isn’t only his friend, but an older brother as well. An older brother whom he knows understands him like the back of his hand. The Divine doesn’t need special traits to understand people better. He just does. Maybe that’s just a plus points for all deities. And Yoongi? He’s not a deity. He’s far from it. “Well, I probably need to tell you the reason why I’m here.” Jin mumbles, letting go of Yoongi’s hand.

“Well, shit. What’s worse than hurting your Angels?” Yoongi frowns. “Are you sure youre not only here because Joonie is here?” He tried making the atmosphere light and at this point, he isn’t sure if it’s for him or the couple across the table’s sake.

“Of course, I’m here because Joonie’s here.” Jin pauses and Yoongi looks at Jin’s hazel eyes. “But the second reason why I’m here is because Suran is in a tough situation. She needs your help, Yoongi.” Jin said in a serious tone as he makes his way towards Namjoon and sits himself on Namjoon’s lap. “Things are really looking ugly. Like uglier than my mother’s husband.” Jin said and Namjoon chuckles.

“Jin, that’s offensive. You may offend Hera for insulting her son.”

“Oh, shut up, Joon. The old hag can go fuck herself.” Jin huffs.

“But you need to admit, Joon. Hephaestus is ugly.” Yoongi said and Jin flashes him a smile. “Old hag even threw him away as soon as he was born because he was that ugly.” Yoongi reaches out for some bunny apples. On the first bite, he groans in pleasure. His mother’s apples are truly the best. No wonder Eve and Adam couldn’t resist the temptation. The apple is perfection. It is so crunchy and sweet. If Yoongi were in their shoes, he would have taken the bite too.  

“I do admit that the forger is ugly. I do wonder what’s happened to him now that Zeus is gone. Is he still shackled in the basement, making lightning bolts for daddy dearest?” Namjoon asks and Jin stares at him.

“I don’t use lightning bolts, Joonie. What are you talking about?” Jin deadpans and Yoongi chokes while Namjoon’s face turned redder than the apples before bursting out into fits of laughter.

“W-What? S-Shut up, Jin-hyung.” Namjoon stutters, trying to close his face with his palm. Jin claps his hand and hits the table and kisses Namjoon’s cheek before wiping an imaginary tear.

“I was just messing with you, honey.”

“Just fucking kill me already.” Yoongi said between coughs.

“As much as I like doing this, we’re getting side tracked. The more important topic here is Suran.” Jin takes the apple and puts it in his mouth as it disappears like the light mood. “Suran wants to see you today.” Yoongi has stopped coughing as he runs his tongue along his lower lip and clicks his tongue. It’s not like he hates the vampire. It is not like that at all. He is actually very fond of her. It’s just that he doesn’t understand why this time is any different. She has been holding this position and this power ever since he comes to the age where he can rule Infernum and he has been hearing the same complain from Namjoon thrice in the span of 2 years that Yoongi cared to remember. She managed to clear all disputes easily without Yoongi’s help. So why is this time any different?

             “Yoongi, I know that face. But trust me, you need to go see her. I think she has something important to tell you.” Jin furrows his eyebrows and Yoongi looks at Aphrodite’s son straight in the eye. Jin’s hazel eyes are fill with worry and the man rarely ever show Yoongi his concern. Jin even has a thick yellowish green radiating above his skin.

             “Alright.” Yoongi finds himself saying. “If I’m doing this, I refuse to meet her at her company.”

“Alright. I’ll tell her. I don’t think she will be pleased to leave Vivere but do you have any places in mind?” Namjoon asks, taking his phone out of his sweatpants.

“Promise Café. We’ll meet her there.” Yoongi leans into his seat.

             The son of Hades finds himself and Namjoon once again in the streets of Seoul, walking leisurely towards their destination; Promise Café. Yoongi is wearing a black sweater from his favourite Japanese brand and Namjoon is wearing a pair of glasses and a white turtleneck and a black blazer. He doesn’t know why Namjoon even try to look presentable when all they’re meeting is Suran. Shin Suran, the vampire pureblood who practically grew up with them in Infernum before taking the post as CEO of Vivere Corp.

             When they walk in the café, the bell at the door chime to signal their entry. Upon entering the café, the both of them are (as usual) greeted by a calming aroma. However, Yoongi is now vaguely aware of an extra scent. It’s faint but is there, hidden underneath the aroma of delicious coffee beans. It is something sweet; something mouth-watering and it is definitely not the cakes nor the pastries on display or the hamburgers the chef is grilling in the kitchen. The two demons are very much aware of the curious eyes belonged to faceless creatures are fixed on them. One would think they would be used to the shameless ogling. In reality, they have never gotten used to the stares but the two demons with pride as high as Burj Khalifa and they would be damned if they ever show as much as an inch of their weakness. So, both of them develop different ways on handling it. Yoongi would pretend he doesn’t care and give them a little glare if he feels a little generous before striding towards his seat while Namjoon would actually turn to these curious eyes to acknowledge them and give them a smile before following suit.

             Yoongi lets out a quiet sigh when he sits down and lets his eyes wander around the café, more specifically at the counter where a pink-haired barista is focused on making a latte art for one of the customers. Jimin has his lower lip out in a pout and from where Yoongi is sitting, the pink-haired has his fringe close his eyes. He watches how the human smiles a little to signify that he is proud of his handiwork. He places the milk-filled brass container on the counter next to him and places the cup on the black tray and delivers the coffee to his customer.

             Jimin gives his customer a smile and Yoongi watches how his eyes disappear. When Jimin straightens, his eyes roam around the café and when his brown eyes meet Yoongi’s unmoving bluish grey ones and he thought Jimin’s smile would disappear. But it didn’t. Jimin walks to the counter and grabs 2 hardcover menus before making his way towards the two men. Namjoon, who isn’t blind nor oblivious to his prince’s obvious stare has an amused smile etched on his face.

             The boy walks towards the table and all at once, just like it did yesterday, Jimin’s scent blocks the pleasing bitter smell of coffee and Yoongi finds himself craving for something sweet.

             “Hello, welcome to the Promise Café, again.” Jimin smiles. “What can I get for you today?” Jimin asks as he gives the two men a menu. Namjoon accepts both the menus from the kind waiter and give one to Yoongi. He smiles a little at the pink-haired waiter as he flips through the pages. He knows that Yoongi wouldn’t even try flipping through the menu since he has never ordered anything else. So, he tried to find something as fast as he can so that Yoongi won’t have to wait for him hence, ordering the first thing he sees in the coffee segment.

             “Iced americano, please.” Jimin writes it down his notepad. “And for my hyung-”

             “Strawberry milkshake.” Yoongi said, not taking his eyes off of Jimin.

             “Eh?” Namjoon’s eyes open wide as he stares at Yoongi who is smiling smugly whether at the advisor or the waiter, Namjoon couldn’t be sure. The dark pink haired demon is flabbergasted. ‘What’s with the sudden change of taste?’ Namjoon wonders.

             “Is that all?” Jimin asks and Yoongi gives him a curt nod before giving the waiter back the menus. Namjoon hasn’t taken his eyes off of Yoongi ever since he picks strawberry milkshake over his usual cup of black coffee. “I’ll give it to you soon.”

             When Jimin is out of shot of hearing, Yoongi places his attention back on his advisor. Namjoon raises his eyebrow as he leans into his seat.

“What the fuck is that?” Namjoon asks, amusement written all over his face.

“What? Can’t I change my preferences once in a while?” Yoongi scoffs, his smug smile long gone from his face.

             “I didn’t say that. I literally just asked what happened.” Namjoon licks his lower lip. “But really, hyung? Strawberry milkshake?” Yoongi frowns.

             “Can’t I fucking have something else other than black coffee?” Namjoon chuckles at his prince’s reply.

             “But do you have to be so obvious? Shit. I’m experiencing second hand embarrassment from just you ordering a damn beverage.” Namjoon snorts.

             “Well, fucking forbid me for wanting a bloody strawberry milkshake for a change, then.” Yoongi rolls his eyes and crosses his arms across his chest. “But, Joon,” Yoongi leans in. “Can you not smell him?” The prince asks as he watches Namjoon smirking and Yoongi is doing all he can to not rip his piece of shit advisor to pieces.

             “I can. It’s so sweet that I almost mistook him for a succubus or one of Jin’s half-siblings.” Namjoon says calmly. “But it’s not as suffocating as theirs. His is a little… Faint. But how are you fine with Jin-hyung’s scent?” Namjoon points out and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

             “I’ve been with Jin-hyung even before you came into my life, Joonie. His scent doesn’t suffocate me anymore.” Yoongi huffs and the conversation is cut short when the bell chimes to signal another customer. Despite it not being the CEO of Vivere Corp., Yoongi and Namjoon still stands at the sight of a familiar face dressed in a white shirt and jeans jacket. His hair is blonde and is held back by a yellow headband.

             Jung Hoseok is at the entrance of Promise Café with a huge smile on his face. Both the men’s faces light up when they see the angel. Being an angel has never stopped Hoseok from befriending the soon-to-be king of Infernum and his right hand man. They have been through a lot in their younger years even before Hoseok descended to Earth. Amongst which, Hoseok took part in the so-called grandiose scheme to get Kim Seokjin out from Aphrodite’s abode and helped the abused offspring descent to Earth with hopes of being free. Hoseok squeals when he sees his childhood friends and grab them by their shoulders before pulling them into a hug.

             “It’s ye boy, Jung Hoseok or more well-known as your hope.” Cues eyerolls from Yoongi despite knowing how true it is. The angel’s presence in his life is to provide comic relief and to maintain a light atmosphere. If it werent for Hoseok, Yoongi wouldn’t have been able to keep his calm ¾ times. “It’s been so long! What the hell were you guys thinking, leaving me all alone here?” Hoseok asks with a pout.

             “Sorry, Hope-ah. We were busy.” Namjoon pulls away after Yoongi does. The prince has already taken his seat and the two follows suit.

             “Well, all that matter is that you’re here now. How’s being regent working for you, hyung?” Yoongi grunts as a reply and Hoseok laughs. “But you’ve been working for this all your life.” The angel reminisces how a younger version of Yoongi with black hair with books in his hands and a younger version of Namjoon trailing behind the prince, probably telling him little details that the prince might left out as a small smile makes its way on Hoseok’s face.

             “Tis true that I have been working for it all my life. But it doesn’t mean I enjoy it, Seokie.” The prince sighs. When Jimin returns to the table with an iced americano and strawberry milkshake, Hoseok stares at the milkshake for a while before turning to his roommate, ignoring Jimin’s greeting.

             “Minnie, I think you’ve got the wrong order.” Hoseok said, grabbing the strawberry milkshake while Jimin looks at Yoongi. The pink-haired barista/waiter was about to take the beverage from Hoseok when Yoongi speaks out.

             “It’s mine, Seokie.” Yoongi said and the blonde angel gapes at the prince as the said man takes the drink out from Hoseok’s hands and brings the cold beverage to his lips. The angel looks at Namjoon in hopes to get some explanation but the demon averts his gaze and quietly drinks his iced americano.

“What the fuck? What’s with the sudden change?” Hoseok asks, looking at his friend.

“Seokie, you know how I feel about you cuss-”

“No, seriously. What the hell is up?” Yoongi wanted to shove the milkshake up Hoseok’s ass if he ever cusses again. The prince glares at the barely-shining angel. Whenever an angel cusses or does a bad thing, they shine a tad bit dimmer. And compared to the last time Yoongi saw him, it doesn’t feel like Hoseok is still shining at all! If it werent for the characteristic golden eyes all angels share, Hoseok might as well be recognize as a human.

“None of your business.” Yoongi grumbles as he drinks more from the milkshake as he grimaces inwardly. ‘You may have the same colour as Jimin’s hair but I doubt you taste the same. So fucking sour and milky.’ The prince thought as he places the glass down.

“Well, okay.” Hoseok drops the topic pretty fast and Namjoon returns his attention to the two now that Hoseok has got his attention else where. Jimin is about to leave when Hoseok grabs his elbow as a small, unsaid request to stay and the waiter obliges. “Minnie, I want to introduce you to my friends.” Hoseok said and Jimin smiles a little as he hugs the tray close.

             “Your friends?” Jimin asks smiling politely at both Namjoon and Yoongi. His gaze lingers a little at the bluish grey eyed man before turning to his roommate.

             “Yeah. They’re my childhood friends.” Hoseok grabs the tray from Jimin and sets it on the table. “This is Park Jimin, my roommate. The pink-haired man with dimples here,” Hoseok pokes Namjoon’s cheeks which makes the latter man smile and laugh as he swats Hoseok’s hands away. “Is Kim Namjoon. Probably the smartest piece of shit you will ever meet.” The enthusiastic angel pinches Namjoon’s cheeks while Yoongi’s right-hand man just lets whatever Hoseok wanted to do.

             “Nice to meet you, Park Jimin.” Namjoon holds his hand out for Jimin to take.

             “And this grumpy cat here is Min Yoongi.” Hoseok steals a few sips of Yoongi’s strawberry milkshake after introducing them.

             “We’ve already met yesterday, Seokie.” Yoongi said but still offers his hand for the pink-haired waiter to take. Jimin takes Yoongi’s hands and it startled him when he felt how cold the man clad in all black’s skin is. It doesn’t go unseen by Yoongi and while the demon is hoping the human to have a yellow hover Jimin’s skin out of fear, the white light remains.

             “Oh really, now?” Hoseok asks as he watches the human he’s been assigned to grabs the demon’s hand. ‘Ah, right. Yoongi-hyung probably doesn’t know that Minnie is-’

             “Yes, we did. He’s the customer who gave me too much and left without his change.” Jimin looks at his roommate who nods knowingly. “Speaking of which…” Jimin trails off as he digs deep into his apron to find Yoongi’s change when the white-haired prince holds his hand out.

             “Keep it.” Yoongi grabs his milkshake that is already downed to half before glaring at the angel. “Seokie, you piece of-“ Yoongi sighs, probably realising that it’s worthless getting mad over a milkshake. “Its my milkshake.” Yoongi said in a small voice.

             “Thank you.” Jimin flashes him a smile before turning to Hoseok. “Ah, hyung. By the way, did you bring it?” Jimin asks and Hoseok stares at him blankly before exclaiming a ‘yes!’. He pats his pockets a few times before pulling out a circular shaped pendant that is shining under the light with white chain holding it. Namjoon and Hoseok subtly steals a glance at Yoongi to see his expression. When the prince stops drinking to stare at the familiar necklace, he looks at how the pink-haired waiter’s eyes shine at the sight of the necklace. The white light of innocence is being replaced with a light pink as he puts it on. Yoongi wonders why Jimin loves the necklace so much as he noisily slurps his milkshake. “Did you find out why it turned blue yesterday?”

             “It turned blue?” Namjoon blurts out as he looks at Yoongi and Jimin nods. “I-It’s clear now, though.” Namjoon tears his gaze from his prince to look at Jimin.

             “I know it sounds strange. But yes, it turned blue. I’ve never seen it change colours before. At first, I thought it was because of the light but it became like so blue, it’s opaque! It was weird.” Jimin frowns. “I thought I broke it or something.”

             “It’s pretty though.” Yoongi suddenly said out loud. “Blue or not, it suits you.” He smiles before gulping down his milkshake.

             “Thank you.” Jimin smiles shyly and he was about to ask if Yoongi wanted another milkshake when another customer who have just entered the café with a bell chime. “Ah, sorry. Excuse me.” Jimin grabs his tray that it situated on the table before bowing to the trio.

             “Did it turn blue because you found out what happened to Yaksoku?” Hoseok frowns. Namjoon turns pale as his lips form a grim, straight line. Yoongi sighs as he looks at the both of them. He nods as a reply and Namjoon closes his eyes while gritting his teeth. His hunch had proved to be true. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten about their human friend. He is aware that probably 3 years have passed in is realm which means Yaksoku has spent the past 60 years alone by herself. What kind of a friend is he? Most importantly, what kind of advisor is he? He knows how important Yaksoku is to Yoongi and yet…

             “Joonie, stop. It’s not your fault.” Yoongi sighs as he watches how the younger demon lets himself get swallowed by his own voice in his head.

             “I exist to remind you things that may slip your mind, hyung.” Namjoon starts but Yoongi isn’t having any of it. Not today. “I’m here because it’s my duty to advise you and tell yo-”

             “Namjoon,” Yoongi said in a strict tone, no longer using his normal tone. “You exist to be my friend, my partner and not my slave. I’ve got plenty of those in the castle back home. We were both busy and it’s not your fault so don’t blame yourself.” Yoongi said and Namjoon slowly looks up to Yoongi.

“You think of me as your friend?” Namjoon cracks a smile while Yoongi turns his head away.

“If anyone asks you about this, I’m denying it.” The prince doesn’t let Namjoon come out with a remark that may soften his heart as he quickly changes the topic with a “So, Seokie, what do you do on Earth?”

             The prince of Infernum is not a patient man and Suran has been making him wait for almost an hour. In that span of one hour, he learned that Hoseok is Jimin’s guardian angel and has been making his debut as a dancing teacher for kids at a nearby studio called Gabriel, after his beloved mentor. And Yoongi was forced to listen to Hoseok’s story about the dreadful tattle tots learning how to dance. While Namjoon occasionally asks questions and give his clueless friend opinions on how to overcome daily obstacles like ‘how to get a 5 year old’s leg out of the toilet bowl’ and ‘how to tell the parents to basically fuck off, this isn’t Dance Moms and leave it to him.’, Yoongi is at the very end of his patience.

             So, when the black-haired woman with bright finally stumbles into the café with a huff and looking paler than she normally does, Yoongi sucks in a deep breath and gathers his patience to not flip at the very late woman.

             “I’m sorry for being late, Yoongi.” Suran pants as she pushes her hair out of her face. The three men can see sweat rolling off her forehead and how dilated her pupils are. “I-I’m not giving you any excuses but I was bombarded by a gang of ghouls. Cannibal ghouls. We were caught off guard.” Suran is rambling and she is nervous. The trio knows. They can smell the nervousness from her skin and Yoongi… Well, Yoongi can see the colour orange – the colour of nervousness and uncertainty.

             “Just tell Yoongi-hyung what you want to, Suran.” Hoseok speaks out, sipping on a frappe of his own after complaining about Yoongi’s empty cup of strawberry milkshake.

             “Ugh, an angel.” Suran makes a face and Hoseok rolls his eyes.

             “Don’t hate me cause you aint me, noona. By the way, don’t talk as if you’re not a cannibal yourself. Remember Dean?” hoseok smirks. “Besides, you can easily rip those low lives necks off. So, spare us the bullshit and tell us what took you so long.” The angel scoffs while the woman runs her thin, long fingers through her dishevelled hair, making it look even more distressed as she grimaces when she finds that her hair in knots.

             “Honestly, Hoseokie… Noona would have been able to kick their asses if it weren’t for some kind of kelp they’ve been taking. It made them really strong. Even I have a hard time to fend them off.” Namjoon stares at the black haired woman as his observing eyes scrutinizes every single detail of her body language. He gives a look to Yoongi to notify the said man that their noona isn’t lying to them. “I caught one of them and did some serious questioning session.” Yoongi grimaces at this. Suran’s ‘serious questioning’ sessions have never ended with a happy ending. It usually ends with bloodshed.

             Lots of them.

The prince of Infernum do enjoy a good show but not when it happens in the hands of Suran. He, for one knows how ruthless his noona can be for the pettiest things and Yoongi doesn’t do petty. He does fairness. Suran has a habit of cutting her victims’ tongue and demand answers from them afterwards and when they couldn’t give her an answer, she introduces her guillotine in between their neck and head. “I know what you’re thinking, Yoongi-ah. I do but I promise you that I have answers.” Suran gulps down a nervous lump as she takes a seat in between Namjoon and Yoongi and across of Hoseok. “Yoongi-ah, they told me that they’re no longer loyal to you but the real ruler of Infernum. According to them, the new ruler gave them the freedom of eating humans.”

             Yoongi who has been impassive ever since she decided to show her late ass up straightens his back upon hearing Suran out. He knits his eyebrows together. “What new ruler, noona? And for the record, I do let them eat humans. What are they talking about?” The pureblood vampire shakes her head as she licks her lower lip.

             “No, Yoongi. The new ruler lets them eat living humans. Not suicide victims or random John and Jane Doe.” Suran knits her eyebrows together as she scoots closer towards the pale prince. She holds his hand in hers and Yoongi can feel it tremble. “Yoongi-ah, tell noona what’s going on. What new ruler, Yoongi? You’re an only child.”

             “You think I don’t know that?” Yoongi sucks in a deep breath as his bluish grey eyes scans the mark of Infernum on Suran’s right inner wrist. The red spider lily mark complements her pale skin and that is the mark of his kingdom. If a low-life is trying to take his kingdom away, Yoongi will only let it happen across his dead body. “Namjoon,” Yoongi snatches his hands back from Suran’s as he sees how Namjoon visibly straightens. “I need you to call the mutt and ask him if he’s heard of this new ruler. Get his pups and bring me answers.” Yoongi orders as his tongue pokes his inner cheek. Yoongi is pretty sure that given the looks they give him, his eyes must have changed to black entirely and some of the vessels near his eyes have turned black too. The prince looks down before Namjoon could even give him an answer when a timid Park Jimin makes his way towards their table.

             “Um, I’m not sure if this is a good time but can I take your order?” Jimin asks meekly in between Namjoon and Hoseok to Suran. Yoongi on the other hand runs his pale fingers through his white hair. The older woman has her gaze fixated on the familiar necklace around Jimin’s neck that is taking a bright red colour.

             “I’m afraid I’ll only be here for a while, kid. Thank you. Your ruby necklace really complements your skin tone. The peculiar shape reminds me of a close friend of mine’s necklace.” Suran tucks a few loose strands of hair behind her ear.

             “What?” Jimin looks down and pales when the crystal ball has a really deep red colour. “O-Oh, it’s not supposed to be red.” Jimin said nervously as he frowns and grabs the spherical pendant in between his thumb and forefinger. “My necklace has been acting very weird the past two days. It used to be just a clear crystal ball.” The pink-haired boy twirls it around. ‘Is it really broken?’ He pouts at the thought. It’s the only thing he has aside from the café that his grandma leaves in his hands. And Jimin has a soft spot for the necklace for his grandmother has always treated it so dearly to her. He still remembers how she refused to take it off even once because the necklace is a gift from a special friend. Apparently, she once complained that she never understands her friend and the next day, despite muttering hurtful things, the said friend gave her the necklace to understand him better. And to Jimin, it feels like the necklace and his grandmother’s spirit is still connected and he refuses to part with that.

             “Hm is that so? It looks very similar to Yaksoku’s though.” Suran muses and almost immediately, Hoseok and Jimin looks at her.

             “You knew my grandma?”

‘Grandma?’ Suran gapes and when she remembers that her time differs from humans’, she knew she fucked up.

“How do you and Yoongi know about my grandmother? I’ve never seen you before…” Jimin looks down to Hoseok and wonder how did Hoseok meet these people who know about his grandmother. While the angel could not lie to Jimin, he has been trying to get help from both namjoon and Suran who both avert their gazes elsewhere. The blithe male then gives Jimin a smile.

             “We were Yaksoku’s friends.” Yoongi suddenly said, his eyes returning to the normal white sclera and bluish grey iris. He meets Jimin’s brown ones for a while before looking at the raging red crystal sphere pendant hanging on a grey coloured chain around his neck. Although that isn’t a lie, it isn’t the whole truth either and judging on Jimin’s slow nod, he must have been rather contented with the answer. Although the pink-haired waiter doesn’t know how it connects, he drops the subject fairly quick since he hasn’t been in his grandmother’s life for long for he has always been with the two boys he no longer sees but once meant the world to him. Park Jimin then bows and excuses himself before making his way towards the counter when the bell chimes again.

             Yoongi, again has his eyes on Jimin. The latter boy smiles at a customer and again, his eyes disappearing when his cheeks go up much like when the moon fades away when the sun comes up to shine. The customer who came in has a child with her and he swore Park Jimin got twice as bright when his brown eyes meets the little girl’s. He gave her a lollipop for free and ruffles her hair as Yoongi tried to not scoff at the action. It feels like it’s a very Park Jimin action but if Yoongi tries hard enough, maybe he can see his best friend’s silhouette treating her customers with care. Is kindness hereditary? Yoongi isn’t sure. But what he does know is that Suran and Hoseok are vaguely talking about Yaksoku while Namjoon is still on the phone with the head of the Lycans. His advisor stifles a little laugh as he makes a light-hearted joke. The head of the Lycans is one of Namjoon’s close friends back in Infernum. When Namjoon hangs up, he gives Yoongi a proud smile. One that says ‘Mission accomplished, hyung. I just got you your pups also I’ve got other info too.’

             “Alright, Jackson Wang has agreed to help and he is even willing to give us 6 of his most trusted pups. Also, according to him, apparently, some of his trainees have been acting up. Upon investigations, they have found the use of some sort of deep-sea kelp that makes them strong and alert. They kelps have been sent to a lab to see if it’s a new type of drug but turns out, it’s just kelp. But, here’s the thing. That ‘just kelp’ is at least 500 years old. Jackson has also reported things that his idols’ and trainees’ behaviour have gotten out of hand lately and it’s been hard to keep Tantara Records’ name clear. Nothing literally scares these kids anymore and even worse is that an insider told him that the kelp-seller is amongst them.”

             “Namjoon-ah, I will leave the pups to you. I need to find out who the fuck is trying to steal my authority.” Yoongi growls, nails scraping the polish of the wooden chair he’s sitting on.

             “Will do, my prince.” And when Namjoon promises and bows, he delivers as promised.

             ‘I will find you and bite your neck off.’ Yoongi thought, gritting his teeth.

Chapter 3

[unclehades]

Tell me all about that steampunk game! I love that style :)

nice!! i used to be big into steampunk but i never cosplayed in the style or did much other than watch steam boy (great movie) and listen to dr. steel, abney park and steam-powered giraffe

(putting this under a read more because holy fuck it’s long)

note: if you want to learn more, you can send specific asks about specific characters and i’ll try to answer them as best as i can

characters

1. Victor Porter, 21, cishet male | An airship soldier who has a prosthetic arm; is considered to be a hero by some, a heartthrob by others, but who believes that humans are top race and everyone else is beneath him. Says quite a few degrading/racist things about other races, which is including but not limited to xenophobia and microaggressions. He lost his arm at the age of 8 when a group of soldiers from another country came and murdered his parents, then targeted him and his sister. He was already bleeding heavily but he saw them about to hurt his sister so, with a punch of adrenaline, he lunged between the blade and his sister and thus had his arm cut off completely. He felt no pain due to the adrenaline, but then spent a week or two in the hospital recovering. He screamed quite a bit when he realized what had happened. He was later given a weak prosthetic arm with working fingers to be able to work in the city but was fired because the hand couldn’t properly grip things, so he spent most of his time reading about airships and piloting them. At the age of 16, he was given a golden prosthetic arm with working parts that made the fingers move so well and fluidly that it was a blessing; he put the arm to good use and cleaned it every night to keep it in good shape. He experienced ghost pains in his arm for the longest time which he thought were fixed with a few sips of alcohol in a secret carafe, and later he joins the army to protect his friends and family from outside forces.

2. Amelia Porter, 16, cishet female | Sister to Victor, Amelia is a young woman who loves fashion and sewing and creates her own clothes by thrifting old clothes. She works primarily with a large fashion company and models their clothes, most notably corsets and stockings. She rarely show much skin other than her arms, chest (cleavage) and legs (no higher than mid-thigh), and she is very child-friendly and polite to everyone she meets. While her brother is the dark, brooding type, she sees the good in everyone and everything and is very fascinated by the different races and cultures that mix in her home city. She is very small and petite, and although she remembers vividly her brother protecting her from soldiers, she refuses to let him keep a close eye on her, reassuring him that she’s a grown woman who doesn’t need a man to tell her what to do. She’s very independent and mature for her age, but prefers to act like a Disney princess. Like her brother, she can say some sort of racist things without realizing it but apologizes for being insensitive and wants to better herself and respect those she’s wronged. She really enjoys pastel and pink and “girly” things and is most always wearing a large skirt with a high bustle and corset with her hair in pigtails, braids or a bun.

3. Kit and Kat Enrora, 18, cishet male/female | Twin siblings who hail from a foreign land that moved to the main city in the sky to open a bakery under their family’s name of Enrora. They traveled by airship to arrive in the city only to face poverty at the prospect of being in a new land, and soon worked their way up to be able to open a bakery and sell their sweets. They are elves with long ears and markings to signify which lands they come from, and hold fast to the lore and legends of their hometown. They are skilled with herbs and incorporate them into their sweets to bring blessings upon those who purchase them. The female elf - Kit - embraces her elf heritage and dresses in garb from her hometown - primarily sheer skirts, soft-colored tops and gold jewelry to compliment her tanned skin and emerald green eyes. Her brother, Kat, has decided to build a new life for himself in the city and wears the garb of those that live there, which consists of slacks, spats and button-down shirts with vests. Despite their success so far in the city, they are looked down upon by most humans for being a different race and people believe they have an ulterior motive because of the way their menu is written in their native language and the language of the humans (similar to how white people are immediately suspicious of people wearing hijabs). The airship soldier, Victor, walks in one day and quickly falls for Kit based on her looks but is rude to her because of her elf heritage. Kit soon realizes he’s a dick and stands up for herself and her brother by kicking him out, and when he returns to apologize, she refuses to let him get away with a simple “I’m sorry” and gets him to face the truth that he’s an asshole.

4. Enoch Davies, 18, demisexual man| Enoch is a man of very few words, but very high intelligence. Born and raised on the city in the sky and living his life as a human, he is still underestimated due to his dark skin and stagnant silence. Enoch has had high marks in all his academic courses since elementary school, and yet people view him as little more than a “steam cleaner” because he repairs airships for the military and little else. He can be seen hanging around the bakery very often as he has a weak spot for the sweets sold their, and if properly asked, he will admit that he has a secret love of poetry; on rare occasions one can see shelves and shelves of journals in his office that he’s filled up over the course of a few months. He has dreads that reach the center of his back when let down, and wears them up in a bun while he’s working to keep them out of his face. Although his work for the army is a greatly appreciated task, he is still disregarded as a mere worker. However, when the army needs him most, he can easily calculate strategies and analyze data at lightning-fast speeds. When he speaks, his voice is gentle and soft and highly inquisitive.

5. Ewan Gilian, 20, poly agender person | A werewolf who’s spent most of his life collecting peculiar items, Ewan is a travelling merchant who brings his wares to far-off countries for a great price - and perhaps some juicy gossip as well. For the right price, Ewan will tell you how the people far away dance till the sun comes up, or how Miss Augustine down the road frequents the bar a little too often before she has to teach classes. Ewan also has a way with words, which has gotten him out of a few situations regarding the police, capitalism and the royal guard. Every so often, however, Ewan’s signature merchant’s carpet won’t be found at the marketplace, and by that logic, it is safe to assume that he’s either sick as a dog (*cough cough*) or just simply out having a nice date night with his partner(s).

*this is only a very short list of who i have set up. there’s also faun people and fairies and much much more in terms of npcs and characters.

i also have a concept for a religious faction to divide the town - those who believe in the Goddess of Steam and those who believe in the Goddess of Science.

[kirkwallschamp]

also all the characters are based on gemstones thanks to this awesome character generator

“Andros Annolade”

Gemstone: Andradite Skin: Very dark Hair:  Light green, mid-length, wavy Eyes: Dark, somewhat small Height: Short Weight: Fairly muscular Build: Narrow

He has green eyes, a dark complexion, and curly light green hair in a mid-length braid.  He is short, fairly muscular, and his duty attire is a suit of light armor in cool colors.  His preferred weapon is an energy crossbow and his mission is to protect a piece of powerful technology.  He gets lost easily and is a horrible guitar player.

"A spiritual stone of higher thinking and self-empowerment, it is also a stone of strength and safety. Like a forest shields an ebony pool from the summer sun, Andradite offers protection and confidence. Andradite Garnet is dynamic and flexible, stimulating creativity and attracting into your relationships what you most need for your personal development. Most notably, this mineral works to stabilize and enhance the male qualities of strength, stamina and courage."

-Your character's life was complicated by chronic illness in childhood.

-A parent treating your character with callousness drove a wedge between them.

-The death of a guardian left your character with unfilled emotional needs.

-Item: It's a robe made of velvet.  It's quite simple in design and looks well-crafted.  It used to belong to a kindly sorceress and its previous owner began having hallucinations shortly after acquiring it.

This magical style focuses on transmutation. It requires wearing a special mystical outfit. This style of magic draws its power from archetypical forces.

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“Nuumos Tarlee”

Gemstone: Nuummite Skin: Light Hair:  Dark, short, curly Eyes: Medium, somewhat small Height: A little tall Weight: Quite heavy Build: Average

"Nuummite, the Sorcerer's Stone, draws from the fiery energies of ancient Earth and combines with the elements of Storm. Black as midnight shadows on moonlit water, this talisman shimmers with mystical gold light, lifting the murky to see what lies beneath. It is a stone of personal magic, increasing the frequency of synchronicities and luck, clairvoyance and intuition, and for those evolved enough to work with its intensity, it allows for journeying deep into the personal psyche, offering a clear vision of one's true Self. It helps to release energies trapped in the subconscious and brings the gift of inner power, healing, and self-mastery."

This big bad is a conceited male general.  He plans to become a god with a legendary artifact.  He has a cult of devoted followers and is terrified of mirrors. his duty attire resembles a simple naval uniform in dark colors.  His preferred weapon is a pole-arm and his mission is to find a legendary artifact.  He has evaded a few death sentences and is a horrible writer.

-Being treated fairly by teachers gave your character someone to look up to.

-An act of dishonesty lost your character a best friend.

-A fiancee's cruelty lead to a split with your character.

-Item: It's a mirror with a frame made of ruby.  It's warm to the touch and looks cheaply produced.  Rumor has it that a poor peasant wants it back and many battles were fought for its ownership.

This magical style focuses on fire, specifically using it to transform others and attack enemies. Princes' Conjuration of the Day of Decay ------------------------------

“Pietra Keist”

Gemstone: Pietersite Skin: Light Hair:  None Eyes: Very dark, large Height: Tall Weight: Quite muscular Build: Somewhat narrow

"The beauty and essence of Storm is captured in Pietersite, with brilliant flashes of golden light amid churning clouds of deepest blue. Known as the Tempest Stone, its highly charged energy is almost tangible. Just as lightning clears the air and makes all things new, Pietersite discharges negative energies and emotional turmoil, and cleanses the aura, restoring it to calm."

This rambunctious knight is female.  She has brown eyes, a light complexion, and no hair.  She is very tall, quite heavy, and her duty attire resembles a skimpy barbarian outfit in pink and purple with a cape and heavy armor.  Her preferred weapon is a pole-arm and her mission is to save a priestess.  She is quite naive, and is a horrible artist.

-A cruel prank a parental figure played left your character feeling distrustful.

-Your character ended up with quite a bit of money due to receiving favor from others.

-Seeing someone treated dishonestly by parents left your character distrustful of authority and made your character decide help others who had been similarly wronged.

This magical style focuses on sound. It requires emotional calm.

Item: It's a chalice made of granite.  It's decorated with vines and seems to be pretty sturdy.  Rumor has it that it causes uncanny abilities and it comes from another time.

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“Morga Varl”

Gemstone: Morganite Skin: Dark Hair:  Dark, long, straight Eyes: Medium, small Height: A little short Weight: Quite heavy Build: Broad

"With its gentle pink energy, Morganite attunes to the heart and the Heart Chakra. It cleanses the emotional body of stress and anxiety, old wounds and hidden traumas, and enkindles lightness within the spirit, as if a burden has been lifted. It brings in the frequency of Divine compassion, inspiring the awareness that life’s suffering and pain served a higher purpose in our spiritual growth, and can be a catalyst for moving forward in peace and confidence."

his duty attire is a suit of light armor in pastel colors.  His preferred weapon is an energy sword and his mission is to defeat a deranged duke.  He is easily confused and is missing an eye.

Item: It's a bottle made of jade.  It's cold to the touch and seems pretty new.  It's said to contain the living essence of an elf and its last owner was found blasted to smithereens.

-Being treated considerately by law enforcement left your character with a sense of respect.

-A sweetheart's rudeness lead to a split with your character.

-Your character had few friends growing up due to paranoia.

This magical style focuses on healing. It requires songs of power and total concentration. Only certain bloodlines can use this form of magic. --------------------------- “Charoa Ulfedin”

Gemstone: Charoite Skin: Light Hair:  Very dark, short, straight Eyes: Medium, somewhat small Height: Very short Weight: Somewhat thin Build: Somewhat broad

"It is rare and complex, one of nature’s best dream stones and illuminators, allowing access to lessons learned in past lives, healing emotional fears to live in the present, and opening to spiritual guidance for the future."

She is very short, somewhat thin, and her duty attire is a suit of light armor in cool colors.  Her preferred weapon is a longsword and her mission is to stop an omnicidal duchess and find a piece of ancient technology.  She speaks with a stutter and is a decent dancer. She never goes anywhere without being armed to the teeth.

-Seeing a relative treated coldly by authority figures left your character distrustful of similar people and made your character decide to get even.

-Your character's career choice was influenced by the admiration of a tragic scientist.

-A parent decided your character needed to learn about dance.  Your character studied it reluctantly and became fairly knowledgeable, but never really liked it.

Item: a bell made of silver.  It has the names of its previous owners written upon it and looks somehow familiar.  It's generally used to transform into a flying vehicle and it protects the owner from harm.

This magical style focuses on flesh, specifically using it to create structures. It requires names of power, the drawing of sigils, magical potions, and complex magical calculations.

[spiteweaver]

wishlist

It’s a long one, folks.

Genes/Scrolls:

Butterfly x1

Capsule x5

Laced x1

Metallic x1

Opal x2

Pinstripe x2

Rosette x1

Runes (Gaoler) x1

Scrolls of Eternal Youth x11

Shimmer x2

Skink x1

Spirit x1

Stained x1

Striation x2

Tapir x3

Vials of Scattersight

Accents:

Many Eyes Plague (Male Spiral)

Apparel:

Aeruginous Tail Tatters x4

Archer’s Tail Twist x3

Astonishing Sweater x1

Autumn Breeze x5

Autumnal Wreath x10

Bewitching Ruby Clawrings x1

Bewitching Ruby Grasp x2

Bewitching Ruby Pendants x1

Bewitching Ruby Tail Decor x1

Black Aviator Boots x3

Black Aviator Coat x1

Black Aviator Gloves x3

Black Aviator Scarf x1

Black Arm Bow x1

Black Leg Bow x1

Black Neck Bow x1

Black Tail Bow x1

Black Wing Bow x1

Black Currant Plumed Anklets x1

Black Currant Plumed Cover x1

Black Currant Plumed Jabbot x1

Black Currant Plumed Tuft x1

Black-Edged Claw x1

Black Lace Tail Ornament x1

Black Lace Waist Frill x1

Black Linen Leg Wrap x1

Black Linen Neck Wrap x3

Black Linen Tail Wrap x3

Black Spats x1

Black Tulip Flower Crown x1

Black Tulip Flowerfall x11

Black Tulip Tail Lei x1

Black Tulip Wing Garland x1

Bone Antlers x2

Brown Daredevil Cover x6

Burlap Mantle x2

Burnished Gold Belt x1

Burnished Gold Boots x1

Burnished Gold Gauntlets x1

Burnished Gold Pauldrons x1

Burnished Gold Tail Cuffs x1

Celadon Silk Veil x1

Citrine Talonclasp Pendant x2

Copper Amulet of Transmutation x6

Copper Earrings of Transmutation x6

Crimson Leg Silks x2

Crimson Silk Veil x1

Crimson Wing Silks x4

Daisy Flower Crown x1

Daisy Flowerfall x3

Dark Red Arm Bow x1

Dark Red Leg Bow x1

Dark Red Neck Bow x1

Dark Red Tail Bow x1

Dark Red Wing Bow x1

Darksteel Amulet of Necromancy x2

Darksteel Earrings of Necromancy x2

Darksteel Glasses x1

Dusky Rose Thorn Gloves x1

Dusky Rose Thorn Stockings x1

Dusty Highnoon Vest x2

Ebony Antlers x7

Ember Sylvan Anklets x1

Ember Sylvan Bracelets x1

Ember Sylvan Headpiece x2

Ember Sylvan Wings x1

Enchanter’s Cobwebs x2

Ethereal Flame Tail Ribbon x1

Filigree Rapier x2

Haunting Amber Grasp x1

Gloomy Highnoon Vest x2

Gold Halfmoon Spectacles x1

Golden Sage Cover x1

Golden Sage Shawl x2

Golden Sage Tassel x1

Golden Seraph Anklets x2

Golden Seraph Arm Piece x3

Golden Seraph Headpiece x3

Golden Seraph Hip Drape x1

Golden Seraph Tail Bangle x5

Golden Seraph Wing Ornament x5

Golden Leg Silks x4

Golden Silk Veil x5

Golden Wing Silks x18

Gossamer Arm Silks x2

Gossamer Silk Scarf x1

Gossamer Silk Veil x2

Gossamer Wing Silks x5

Gray Plague Doctor Mask x1

Grim Healer’s Reference x2

Grove Sylvan Anklets x1

Grove Sylvan Bracelets x1

Grove Sylvan Twist x1

Grove Sylvan Wings x1

Haunting Amber Forejewels x1

Haunting Amber Grasp x2

Haunting Amber Pendants x1

Haunting Amber Tail Decor x1

Hip Copper Frames x1

Hip Midnight Frames x1

Honeyed Woodbrace x1

Honeyed Woodwing x1

Horizon Starsilk Cloak x1

Horizon Starsilk Earrings x1

Horizon Starsilk Scarf x1

Horizon Starsilk Shawl x1

Horizon Starsilk Sleeves x1

Horizon Starsilk Socks x1

Horizon Starsilk Tailwrap x1

Horizon Starsilk Wingdrapes x1

Hunter’s Gloves x1

Hunter’s Leggings x1

Hunter’s Treads x1

Illuminated Emblem x1

Infectionist’s Emblem x1

Ivory Tail Tatters x2

Larkspur Corsage x1

Larkspur Flower Crown x1

Larkspur Flowerfall x1

Larkspur Lei x1

Larkspur Tail Lei x1

Leather Aviator Boots x1

Leather Arm Wraps x1

Leather Leg Wraps x1

Leather Neck Wrap x1

Leather Tail Wrap x2

Leather Wing Wraps x1

Lovely Seraph Anklets x1

Lovely Seraph Armpiece x1

Lovely Seraph Headpiece x1

Lovely Seraph Hip Drape x1

Lovely Seraph Tail Bangle x1

Luminous Halo x2

Maroon Chest Wrap x1

Marigold Corsage x1

Marigold Flowerfall x13

Marigold Wing Garland x1

Moondust Starsilk Cloak x2

Moondust Starsilk Earrings x3

Moondust Starsilk Scarf x2

Moondust Starsilk Shawl x2

Moondust Starsilk Sleeves x2

Moondust Starsilk Socks x2

Moondust Starsilk Tailwrap x2

Moondust Starsilk Wingdrapes x2

Moonlight Lace Anklet x2

Moonlight Lace Collar x1

Moonlight Lace Headpiece x1

Moonlight Lace Ribbons x1

Moonlight Lace Tail Ornament x2

Moonlight Lace Waist Frill x2

Moonlight Lace Wristlet x2

Mysterious Mantle x1

Nature Tome x1

Nebula Starsilk Cloak x1

Nebula Starsilk Scarf x1

Nebula Starsilk Shawl x1

Nebula Starsilk Sleeves x1

Nebula Starsilk Socks x1

Nebula Starsilk Tailwrap x1

Nebula Starsilk Wingdrapes x1

Night Sky Arm Silks x2

Night Sky Leg Silks x2

Night Sky Silk Sash x1

Night Sky Silk Scarf x1

Night Sky Silk Veil x1

Night Sky Tail Bangle x1

Night Sky Wing Silks x3

Obsidian Roundhorn x3

Onyx Seraph Anklet x1

Onyx Seraph Armpiece x1

Onyx Seraph Headpiece x3

Onyx Seraph Hip Drape x1

Onyx Seraph Tail Bangle x1

Onyx Talonclasp Pendant x2

Opulent Nightshade Gloves x1

Opulent Nightshade Ovalcrown x1

Opulent Nightshade Spats x1

Pastel Rose Thorn Tail Tangle x1

Pastel Rose Thorn Wing Tangle x1

Pearl Flourish Anklets x1

Pearl Flourish Belt x2

Pearl Flourish Bracelet x1

Pearl Flourish Eye Piece x1

Pearl Flourish Tail Drape x1

Pearly Amulet of Chemistry x3

Pearly Cuffs of Chemistry x1

Pearly Earrings of Chemistry x5

Pink Wooly Coat x1

Pink Wooly Tail x1

Poisonous Rose Thorn Gloves x1

Pretty Aqua Neck Bow x

Pretty Lavender Leg Bow x1

Pretty Lavender Neck Bow x1

Pretty Lavender Tail Bow x1

Pretty Lavender Wing Bow x1

Pristine Rose Thorn Arm Tangle x2

Pristine Rose Thorn Banner x1

Pristine Rose Thorn Crown x1

Pristine Rose Thorn Gloves x2

Pristine Rose Thorn Leg Tangle x3

Pristine Rose Thorn Stockings x2

Pristine Rose Thorn Tail Tangle x3

Pristine Rose Thorn Wing Tangle x1

Privateer’s Cutlass x1

Privateer’s Seaspray Boots x1

Ravenskull Broadsword x1

Raven Sylvan Anklets x1

Raven Sylvan Filigree x1

Raven Sylvan Twist x1

Raven Sylvan Wings x1

Raven Woodtreads x1

Red Rose Flowerfall x10

Respectable Alabaster Locket x4

River Royalist Cuffs x4

River Royalist Tail Rings x18

Romantic Red Rose x1

Roseate Scale Tassets x1

Roseate Scale Wingplates x1

Roseate Tail Tatters x2

Ruby Daredevil Cover x3

Sakura Flower Crown x3

Sakura Flowerfall x7

Sanguine Rose Thorn Gloves x1

Sanguine Rose Thorn Stockings x1

Sapphire Talonclasp Pendant x2

Scarlet Sylvan Headpiece x1

Scout’s Tail Twist x1

Seapetal Corsage x1

Seapetal Flower Crown x3

Seapetal Flowerfall x3

Seapetal Lei x1

Seapetal Tail Lei x1

Searing Emblem x1

Seashell Mantle x2

Silver Amulet of Science x1

Silver Earrings of Science x1

Silver Flowerfall x2

Silver Sylvan Wings x1

Simple Copper Bracelets x4

Simple Gold Bracelets x3

Simple Gold Necklace x4

Simple Iron Bracelets x1

Simple Pearly Bracelets x3

Sky Blue Silk Veil x1

Sky Blue Wing Silks x1

Sociable Striped Locket x1

Soft Pink Arm Silks x1

Soft Pink Leg Silks x3

Soft Pink Silk Veil x5

Soft Pink Wing Silks x9

Spectral Fuchsia Clawrings x2

Spectral Fuchsia Forejewels x2

Spectral Fuchsia Grasp x2

Summer Swelter x14

Swashbuckler’s Cutlass x4

Swashbuckler’s Seaspray Kerchief x1

Sweetheart Lace Waist Frill x1

Tanned Rogue Gloves x1

Tarnished Steel Belt x1

Tawny Antlers x1

Teardrop Jade Choker x1

Teardrop Jade Earrings x1

Teardrop Jade Ring x1

Teardrop Pearl Earrings x9

Teardrop Pearl Ring x1

Thresher Flatfins x1

Toxophilite’s Gloves x1

Toxophilite’s Tail Twist x1

Toxophilite’s Treads x1

Trickster’s Magic Cards x1

Umbral Scale Bracers x1

Umbral Scale Greaves x1

Unearthly Onyx Clawrings x3

Unearthly Onyx Forejewels x5

Unearthly Onyx Grasp x8

Unearthly Onyx Pendants x1

Unearthly Onyx Tail Decor x2

Verdant Sage Sash x1

Verdant Sage Shawl x1

Violet Daredevil Cover x6

Viper’s Arm Guards x1

Voltaic Halo x1

Well-to-do Sable Locket x1

White Spats x2

Windbound Plumage x1

Witch’s Cobwebs x3

Witch’s Herb Pouch x1

Witch’s Staff x1

Familiars:

Armored Duskflapper

Ashen Bicorn Whale

Bearded Yeti

Black-wing Hummingbird

Blackline Bicorn Whale

Blacktalon Striker

Blotched Quetzeel

Blue Tang Hippogriff

Bone Fiend

Boolean

Bubble Brook Gecko

Budwing Morpho

Buff Laced Cockatrice

Charoite Burrower

Clattercog Engineer

Cloud Chaser

Coarsefur Yeti

Cog Frog

Colorburst Buttersnake

Corrosive Depin

Crystalhide Jester

Dappled Dunhoof

Deeprealm Hunter

Downy Fox Rat

Driftwood Baron

Dunewind Manticore

Dunhoof Ambassador

Dwarf Unicorn

Enstatite Burrower

Fawn Fox Rat

Fire Sprite

Firefly Cockatrice

Flamerest Fiendcat

Flamescale Spearman

Fluted Pukasloth

Frost Delver

Glamourtail Hopper

Glasswing Flutter

Glossy Duskrat

Golden Featherfin

Golden Idol

Golden Kitsune

Golden Porpoise

Goldenbeast

Goldfin River Flight

Great Blue Waveskimmer

Greenwing Razorclaw

Hippojay

Hulking Greatowl

Ice Sprite

Iron Golem

Irregular Nekomata

Kelp Tender

King Parda

Lesser Wisp

Light Sprite

Lightning Sprite

Longhorn Capricat

Longneck Scrapper

Longwing Epiptite

Malevolent Spirit

Mammertee

Maned Cobra

Mantarune

Maren Ambusher

Maren Warrior

Maren Wavesinger

Masked Harpy

Melon Marzal

Melprin

Mimic Buttersnake

Mock Firebird

Molten Wartoad

Monkey Wrench

Mottled Buttersnake

Octoflyer

Orange Blotch Pansy

Overcharged Silverbeast

Pangolin Racer

Paradise Zalis

Patina Pangolin

Peacock Spider

Perching Java Sparrow

Plague Sprite

Quartz Cockatrice

Quetzeel

Rat King

Red-Footed Akirbeak

Regenerating Reedjumper

Rivermouth Flatbill

Rockback Charger

Rosy Peryton

Roundhorn Melprin

Ruffle Glasswing

Runic Bat

Seaglass Swimmer

Sentinel Mith

Shadow Sprite

Shimmering Xolo

Silver Featherfin

Silver Ferret

Silver Kitsune

Skycat

Smoky Bantam Fangar

Speckled Peacock Spider

Speedy

Spellwall Boran

Spined Cobra

Spinel Vulstal

Spiney Whale

Spotted Pukasloth

Steelhound

Stone Borer

Swift Volt

Torrent Tricktail

Tunnel Hydra

Ultimate Buttersnake

Undergrowth Shovelsnout

Undying Featherback

Velvet Floracat

Vermillion Epiptite

Wartoad

Water Sprite

Watermelon Coleus Gecko

Wave Sweeper

Wind Sprite

Wispwillow Peryton

Woodland Turkey

[thatothercosplayer]

Ikura rolled her neck. It was time to head in. “Alright, ladies. Let’s do this.”

The four pushed their way inside, and quickly found themselves surrounded by....well, AKB48 stuff. The wall with all the portraits of the current members was closeby, as was the front desk.

“Place sure looks spiffy,” Keiko noted, rather impressed. The oak and velvet carpets was....surprising, honestly. She was expecting more...pastels. 

They could hear someone performing from where they were standing. They all exchanged glances, and nodded.

Going over to the doors that led to the theater, they stopped.

Up on stage was a young woman- probably no older than Hikaru- who had chestnut brown hair. Her eyes were pretty distinctly black, and she yellow lipstick on. It matched the rest of her outfit, which was a gold akin to honey. She was wearing fake bee wings that looked....pretty realistic, all things considered.

“That’s her?” Yuna asked. “From the name I was expecting someone a bit, uh....older.” 

“Whatever! She is perverting music for her own selfish gains! I can’t allow that!” Hikaru huffed. “Hey, lady!” She shouted.

Vesper stopped on stage, and looked at Hikaru. All the entranced civilians also looked back. “Did you seriously just interrupt my performance? I just can’t bee-lieve it!” 

Keiko groaned, rubbing the bridge of her nose at that pun.

Hikaru ran up front, going up onto stage. “I don’t appreciate what you’re doing!”

“And what would that bee, huh?” Vesper asked. 

“You know exactly what it is!” Hikaru retorted, resting her hands on her hips. “Forcing your music onto others, not giving people a chance to form their own thoughts about it.....unforgivable! Music is expression! It’s not some agenda you can just push onto people!” 

Vesper laughed. “Okay? What are you going to do about it?” 

Hikaru stuck her lower lip out, puffing her cheeks. She held up her left arm, which held a bracelet with a small gem in it. She pressed upon the inlaid jewel. Her image shimmered and rippled before shattering like glass, revealing her true Raptoroid form. 

Immediately, she threw herself at Vesper, who gracefully sidestepped, looking fabulous at the same time. 

“You’ll never bee on the same level as me, honey. Fighting is for brutes!” 

Hikaru rested her talons on her hips. “Really, now? Well, in that case...” She turned to the others, who had just been kind of....watching. “Hey! Everyone! Let’s show her what we can do!” 

Tapping the bracelet on her wrist, Hikaru returned to her human form and joined up with the others again. She counted everyone, then frowned. “We’re....short a person. Who are we going to pick....?” 

Suddenly, a voice called out from one of the balconies in the theater! 

“That would be me!” A spotlight focused on where the voice had come from, revealing a masked woman with mid-length brown hair. She was wearing a Sailor Senshi cosplay, but...it wasn’t of any of the actual characters, as her uniform was pink. She had on a matching mask. “Do not worry! Sailor K is here!” 

Who was this?

Sailor K leapt down onto the stage, joining the rest of the Secret Base Cafe Crew. “With me you have enough people to do the routine you want to do, Hikaru!” She smiled. 

Hikaru, while a bit confused, nodded, smiling back. “Yuna! Can you lead the dance for us?” She asked.

“Yeah!” Yuna nodded, directing everyone into formation. 

Ikura smirked. “DJ, if you would so kindly~” She clapped her hands twice, and music began to play.

Hikaru sang, and the rest followed Yuna’s lead. Ikura and Sailor K, despite not seeming it, were rather professional, arguably having the best timing out of the five.

As the song continued, something began to happen. Energy began to crackle through the air.

“W-what?! What’s happening?!” Vesper shouted out, looking around frantically.

Hikaru couldn’t but smirk at this. 

Mic Check One Two! Kono koe ga Mic Check One Two! Kikoeteru ka Mic Check One Two!

Kotae ga YES nara sakenjatte! 

Mic Check One Two! Kareru made Mic Check One Two! Dashi tsuku shite Mic Check One Two!

Kotae wa YES desho? Wakattenda

The audience, while at first entranced by Vesper’s magic, began to awaken, and catching onto what was going on and grabbing glowsticks and wotaing pretty hard. 

“What?! No! They’re my audience! Mine!” Vesper was beginning to throw a fit as the Secret Base Cafe Crew (plus Sailor K) began dancing Akibahara to freedom.

When the song finished, some pyrotechnics fired off, throwing glitter everywhere, as well and causing a small explosion behind them.

Sailor K twirled away from the group, grabbing onto a weight off the side of the stage. “My work here is done! But, before I go....”  Withdrawing a rose, she tossed it to Ikura, who caught it. “Until next time, ladies! I believe in you!” She slashed the  weight and rode the rope up into the rafters, disappearing. 

Vesper was in the middle of a break down. “No, no, no, no, no! My music is the best! No one is allowed to be better than me! NO ONE! I’m the Queen Bee! Not you! ME!” She stomped repeatedly. 

“Don’t you understand, now, Miss Vesper?” Hikaru inquired. “There’s no point in music if you don’t put your heart into it! That’s why you lost!” She declared, pointing dramatically. The audience cheered in agreement with the beautiful lady on stage. 

Vesper clenched her fist. “Grrr....why....you!!! That’s it! I’ve had enough of this!”

She began twitching, limbs snapping here and there as various insect parts burst through her skin. 

Compound eyes had formed on her forehead, above her ‘human’ ones. Mandibles were hanging off either side of her mouth. Two extra arms had come out of her. A bee’s abdomen had burst out from her lower back, hanging out right above her butt. She was beginning to look like she had jumped out of Monster Musume, or something.

“I’m gonna kill all four of you! There can only be one queen, and that’s ME!” 

“Everyone, scatter!” Ikura shouted, and the four dived out of the way as Vesper began flying at them. 

They got up, and quite suddenly, they were in a rock quarry with no forseeable explanation.

Ikura fixed her hair, then pointed at Vesper, who was looking around in confusion. How had this happened? 

“You! Hikaru already said it, but music is an expression of one’s soul! Perverting it for your own selfish gains.....that’s unforgivable! Everyone, let’s go!” 

“Yeah!” Cried out the other three. 

Ikura crosses her arms, then thrusts them outwards. “Chou kenzoku henka!”

And, just like that, the Armored Avenger has appeared! In .0384 seconds, the Japanium armor has covered Ikura, transforming her into the cool hero that fights evil in the name of love! 

The transformation was so fast, however, we didn’t see what happened. Let’s take a closer look.

Ikura crosses her arms and then thrusts them outwards. “Chou kenzoku henka!”

A satellite dish on top of the Secret Base Cafe fires out a beam that’s reflected up into the atmosphere, which is then reflected off another satellite before it hits Ikura, sending out a small shockwave as she is enveloped in energy. The armor forms, the tech across it lighting up as different parts whir and settle into place, letting out firm ‘kachunks’ when they lock in.

“Armored Avenger…Kyusha!” 

Keiko dug her feet into the ground, clasping her hands together before splitting them, raising one skywards while she brought the other one closer to the ground.

Moving them in diagonally then clasping her hands together again so her hands invoked the image of a lightning bolt, Keiko’s eyes briefly flashed.

“Kurakunaru!”

In an instant, a ring of violet flames developed around her, towering higher and higher before converging on her. A bolt of lightning struck her, and the flames turned monochrome before exploding outwards. Intricate patterns swirled as the area behind her darkened, flames kicking up as the eyes on the helmet lit up to become their signature piercing crimson. “ I am the spirit of vengeance! Dark Paladin!”

Yuna withdrew her katana, unsheathing it and drawing a circle above her head. The Soul Metal armor flew out, latching onto her and transforming her into the Knight of the Lilacs, YUGO.

Hikaru just did what she had done earlier and revealed her true alien form.

Kyusha threw a hand up in the air. 

“Shining in the heavens are four stars!”

The four lined up, kicking upwards and posing. “Secret Base Cafe Offensive Squadron!” 

Colored explosions go off behind them, colored red, violet, black, and gold respectively. 

Vesper scoffs. “Lame! Go get them, my loyal fans!”

Quite suddenly, the Wotajaegers appeared, brandishing their neon weapons and chanting their usual chants. “Cyber! Fire! Tiger! Wotagei, wotagei, wotagei!” 

Kyusha withdrew Starcrusher from one of the slots on her shoulders, Dark Paladin withdrew Hellfang from her spine, and YUGO merely readied her broadsword. Hikaru raised her talons, ready to fight.

The four charged into the crowd of grunts, beginning the battle.

Kyusha roundhoused one Wotajaeger, turning and slashing another across the chest twice. One grabbed her from behind, and she grappled with it before tossing it into another one. “Neurevolver!” She called. A slot on the side of her right leg opened, and she swapped Starcrusher to her left hand. The blaster fired out, and she caught it, kneeling and using the laser blade as a steady for her aim as she fired at several grunts, who were tossed backwards as the shots hit them, sparks raining everywhere.

Meanwhile, Dark Paladin was beating her way through the grunts. She snatched one by the throat, slamming it into the ground. Another grunt tried to sneak up behind her, but she reversed Hellfang and impaled it through the waist without looking. Withdrawing the weapon, she raised a hand and fired out electrical energy from it, shocking multiple grunts. 

YUGO was busy with her own crowd of grunts. She parried the neon blade of one, slicing it down the middle before turning and disarming another one after a blade lock. She kicked it away, stabbing the tip of the blade into the gut of another grunt and hoisting it over head before tossing it at a group of Wotajaegers, bowling them all over. 

Finally, she made one, large circular slash, finishing all of hers off in one blow.

Hikaru swooped down, grabbing a grunt with her feet and tearing at them with her talons. She dropped them, dumping them into a horde of other grunts who got crushed under its weight. She made a pass at them, flying low and slashing each one she passed, tossing them out of the way. Coming back down, she did a bicycle kick on another grunt, before grabbing their head in between her ankles and ripping it off. 

She landed right as the horde of grunts all fell over and exploded in unison.

“W-what!? You defeated them?!” Vesper called out.

“Fine! I’ll just...take care of you myself!” She began to twist and snap even more this time, shedding all resemblance of being human and turning into a horrible, giant bee monster!

Nah, just kidding. It looks like this.

“Oh, fuck this!” Ikura is noping out so hard. “Change Gamma!” 

In a flash of energy, the crimson armor of Kyusha had shifted to a slimmer, lightly armored form. This was Mode Gamma, which Ikura was swapping to because holyshititsagiantfuckingbeethingohmygod

Dark Paladin looks over and completely agrees with this sentiment. Keeping out Hellfang, she shoves a hand into her chest (approximately where her heart is) and begins withdrawing a second sword- the Dark Kaiser. At the same time, violet flames begin engulfing her, twisting the armor even further into the Hell Knight.

YUGO and Hikaru just kind of shrug.

Vesper roars and charges at the group, knocking them over on her first pass. She raises her sharp legs, meaning to slash everyone on the second go, and hones in on Hikaru in particular.

Hikaru isn’t having any of that, so she takes to the sky, leading to massive chase. Vesper begins firing hordes of stingers out at the Raptoroid, which begin honing in on her. The stingers spiral around in the air, leaving behind trails as they intricately weave their way towards Hikaru. She begins deftly dodging them, recklessly flying through them and forcing the stingers to crash into each other.

“Hey, you know what an Itano Circus is?” Kyusha asks, looking up.

“Yeah. First time I’ve ever seen one, though,” Hell Knight retorts. 

Hikaru angles back towards the ground and joins the others again, skidding to a halt. 

“You done hogging all the attention yet?” Hell Knight snarked.

“Well, you know, you could have done something other than, I dunno, stood there and watched!” Hikaru shouted.

“Right, right. Let’s get her!” Kyusha declared, speeding off and kicking off the ground. She lands atop Vesper’s head and grabs her antennae, riding her like a bucking bull. “Come on, you ugly bitch! Let’s go to the rodeo!” 

Hell Knight shakes her head, taking several steps forwards. This fight has gotten kind of easy. The whole ‘hulking out into an oversized monster form’ thing was something they’d fought against before.

Crossing Hellfang and Dark Kaiser, she fired an arc of energy into the forehead gem on Vesper, which lit her up like Tokyo at night. Kyusha leaped off, 

YUGO charged forwards, leaping up into the air and stabbing her broadsword into it, hitting the giant enemy bee’s weak point for massive damage. 

“Hikaru!” Kyusha shouted. “Let’s do a combo attack!” 

Hikaru nodded. “Okay!” 

Kyusha leapt up into the air, Hikaru flying up around her in a spiral. Kyusha caught Hikaru with one arm, whirling her about several times before tossing her at Vesper at high velocity. Hikaru began doing lots and lots of Aileron Rolls, before curling her wings up and holding her arms out so she formed a massive drill. 

“Green Gold Combination!” They both cried out. “Hurricane Overdrive!” 

She rocketed forwards, tearing through Vesper and snatching YUGO’s sword while she was at it.

She went in through the head, tearing through Vesper’s body before emerging out of the abdomen, arcing upwards and unfurling her wings dramatically, the sun reflect off her metallic wings in juuuust the right way to give her a bit of an angelic image. 

“RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAUAUUUUUGH!” Screeched out Vesper, who exploded, leaving nothing behind. 

The extermination was complete. 

-----

Returning to the theater, everyone saw that, thankfully, the people who had been hypnotized had fully recovered at this point. While initially confused at where they were, they recognized the Secret Base Cafe Crew when they saw them and began cheering and clapping.

Yuna and Hikaru bowed, smiling, while Keiko just waved. 

Ikura....Ikura was busy staring at the rose she’d gotten from Sailor K. Just who was she? How did she know all their names? Why give her the rose?

These questions would have to wait- at least for now. Akibahara was safe again.

Well, at least until the next monster decided to show up.

[howdoyouspellepiphany]

The Prophecy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park jimin (DemonAU)

Words: 5653 words

Summary: Long ago, the Divines and Fallens received a prophecy that promises their demise in the hands of a mortal that says:

Beautiful as the creature may be, fire doesn’t burn, ice doesn’t freeze, water doesn’t drown and lightning doesn’t destroy.

Now, the demon prince (Min Yoongi) meets a pink-haired waiter (Park Jimin) who looks like heaven and smells like sin. As their relationship blossom, the Divines and Fallens are beginning to wonder about the prophecy.

Warnings: Crude language, ignorant author

Note: I kind of know how Tumblr works now. Yay

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Min Yoongi is known to be a heavy sleeper who once slept for 2 days straight without an ounce of remorse. He remembers the good times when he wakes to burnt candles and the smell of spider lilies. It took him a while to realise that his room has been transformed into a shrine to respect his ‘departed’ soul. His father had his mother come to Infernum to see him for ‘the last time’. Yoo Jung was seen wailing when she hears about her son from her husband. That year, autumn came faster than any other years as Demeter tried to calm her daughter down. But the thought of losing her son hurts.

 When he wakes, he wakes to his mother hugging him and was engulfed in a bone-crushing hug from his little brother and Namjoon. He got a beating from Jin and Hoseok refused to talk to him for days. Yoongi did receive an earful from his parents and was – what happened afterwards? His memory doesn’t serve him any justice as the memory appears to be fragmented and lost. But it is expected since he did lose a big chunk of his childhood; only retaining a few important ones.

When Yoongi was forced to act as regent, even the slightest noise wakes him up. Nothing gives him peace anymore and whenever Namjoon or any other council members try to start a conversation with him, it’s never about music or the sky. It’s always about work and more work. And eventually, sleep doesn’t seem as important like it once used to. Not when all the creatures living on Earth that are registered under Vescor is under his protection and not when he has a kingdom to run. Sure, if he wants to, he can use aggression and violence to get things done but that’s not what Hades had taught him. The king of Infernum had taught him to be fair and that’s exactly what he will become; fair.

In the dead of the night, Namjoon stumbles in the room through a small door connecting the hall and their shared chamber in his demon form. The said man desperately tries to be as quiet as he could despite knocking everything over. His advisor’s efforts were fruitless but it’s the thought that counts even though it’s rather painful how hard Namjoon is trying. All Yoongi is hoping now is that his pink-haired advisor doesnt leave a trail of blood on the way to their shared room. 

 Nevertheless, Namjoon in his demon form is relatively scary. He doubles his normal height and has grown claws for nails. Demon Namjoon has heterochromia – red on his left and light blue on his right with big horns on his head and two snakes as a tail. His father was the previous Asmodeus before he steps down with Ken as his successor while his mother was a Wendigo; the most powerful kind to have ever existed. Namjoon is the son of the sun and the moon and he is already very resourceful even before he took the position as Yoongi’s advisor. His once brute Namjoon now whispers curses every time he stubs his toe near a furniture and when he trips over his own leg in fear of waking Yoongi up.

Little did he know, the prince is already up the moment he steps in the front door.

When Namjoon stops near his bed, simultaneously dropping a few Ryan dolls on the floor, the demon pants as he tries to regain his human form. Yoongi quietly listens to Namjoon’s pained grunts and laboured breathing as the latter’s bones snap and crack to signal the start of the bone remodelling and the retraction of his demonic features.

It hurt.

It always hurt. How can it not? Their bones are remodelled while their extra organs/limbs are forced to retract back into the ‘slumber’ body. As for Namjoon’s case, his heterochromatic eyes and horns need to be kept too. ‘Jin-hyung would know what to do to lessen his pain,’ Yoongi thought. ‘Jin-hyung will always know what to do. They are bonded, after all.’

After a few excruciating minutes of hearing Namjoon’s grunts and pants, his advisor slumps over the bed while his two snakes slither across the bed, hissing noisily. The prince grumbles as he gets out of bed. It is futile to try and go back to sleep when his mind is at its loudest. When Yoongi approaches the two snakes, they had lowered their head and with a silent command from Yoongi, they retract into Namjoon’s body. Poor boy must have lost all his energy. Although it almost never happened to Namjoon, gathering the information must have been more tiring and energy-draining than Yoongi had originally thought. 

The mint-haired prince grabs a Ryan-themed blanket and puts it over his advisor’s body as he glances over to Jeongguk’s empty bed. It has been untouched for days and his bed still has the same, white and unwrinkled sheets. He had to resist the urge to lay on it or touch it just to spite his little brother but decided against it. Rather than fight Guk, he’d rather spend it on finding the little bastard who is trying to steal his kingdom from him.

Min Yoongi walks out of the room and makes his way towards the balcony, not forgetting to grab a box of cigarettes on the coffee table. He glances at the brown piano and decided to just sit outside. His slim fingers grab one stick and puts it between his lips. He lights it up with his forefinger as he stares at the bright lights decorating the tall buildings before him. He sucks in all the nicotine as much as he can before exhaling a puff of grey smoke. Seoul, even his sight is restricted behind the grey smoke, still resembles a lighted up Christmas tree. It is impossible for him to be at a place in the city where light doesn’t hit for it has always been so bright and festive in the heart of Seoul.

Seoul, in his eyes is bright.

But bright lights cast the biggest shadow. People can only see the superficial parts and fail to see the deep parts.

He finishes the cigarette with 2 more takes and he had extracted his wings. His grand, magnificent, black wings have made its appearance (smaller due to space constraint but the beauty of his wings can never be compromised.) and tore his pale skin and the black shirt he wore to bed in the process. Specks of blood splatters everywhere within the proximity, decorating his mother’s mini garden with tiny droplets of red. He stands on the railing as he takes in a deep breath of the early morning air.

He jumped off and with his fully extended wings, he had soared off to the dark skies where the stars decorate across the sky and the moon is hung high up in the sky. It is times like these that he enjoys most. The serendipity he feels and the ephemeral feeling of being free. Free while he is in the sky for when he steps back down, the shackles are back on his limbs, tying him down to Vescor and Infernum while his responsibilities hit him like violent waves.

If his father were here, would he have let the massacre happen? What could he have done to prevent it? The thoughts cloud his mind and once again, his eyes change colours and black takes over.

When he looks down from above, he has a very mean look on his face. One that Hades wears all the time and it’s the look of disgust and disdain. Yoongi puts all his wrath in one flock of his wings and he is almost sure that the wind will eventually turn into a tornado or cause a tsunami somewhere.

Seoul, in his eyes is black.

Seoul resembles both Paradisus and Infernum for the most part.

They are both dark and light

They are grey.

He is grey – devoid of colour, and is just a shade between the bleaching white and swallowing black.

             Before Yoongi flew back, he had stayed to watch the sunrise. Memories of Hoseok and Mejiwoo, the angel’s elder sister being created flashes through his mind. No sunrise can ever be compared to that morning Hoseok and Mejiwoo is born.

Beautiful.

They both of them are beautiful and golden.

They’re different from the grey lead Yoongi is known for.

When the prince flew back, the balcony is wiped clean of his blood and the door is left open to allow air to come in. He retracts his wings the moment he stumbles into the room as the smell of food floods his senses. He, just like any other demons don’t need food to nourish them but it doesn’t mean that they don’t enjoy it.

Yoongi pulls the torn shirt over his body as he walks confidently towards the kitchen where an expected Jin-hyung is cooking with a pastel yellow with little blue clouds apron as the male hums to a melody Yoongi easily recognizes. It was a song he used to play on the piano to show off to his friends. After… A tragedy? Yoongi doesn’t know. As far as he knew, he hasn’t played it in a long time probably due to his duties as regent but it feels like there is something else underlying it. Something must have happened that made him stop playing the piano since he couldn’t bring himself to even touch the brown, old piano his mother still keeps around just in case he changes his mind.

He walks straight to the kitchen where a cup of freshly roasted coffee is set on the table next to a bowl of rice cooked with black and red beans while Jin transfers the fried chicken to a more presentable plate after draining the excessive oil. Yoongi scans the table as he hums in approval. Jin had made a traditional Korean breakfast with the side dishes ready and he has already begun salivating. There are some tofu cooked in soy sauce and egg omelette.

“You’re making a lot. Are you expecting guests?” Jin scoffs at the playful jest as the prince sips on his coffee. It is black, sugarless and hot – just the way he likes it.

“They’re not for you.” Jin places the fried chicken on the table as he cleans his hands with some soap and dries them on his apron. Yoongi smiles a little when the table is clearly set for two since Namjoon and probably Jeongguk (whom Yoongi assumes is back due to the amount of fried chicken Jin had made) wakes up fairly late.

Jin grabs his chopsticks after Yoongi had shove a fried chicken into his mouth. Even if Jin speaks freely to Yoongi, it has never been forgotten that Yoongi is still the prince of Infernum and the son of Aphrodite respects his younger friend a lot for it. And he tends it to show it in subtle actions. “Yoongi-ah, Ken had told me that Suran-noona called yesterday, asking for you.” Yoongi grunts and shoves another mouthful of rice and chicken into his mouth. “It’s about Vescor.” Yoongi looks up from his food before resuming eating. Jin pauses for a while, as if getting a telepathic message from the prince.

‘Talk about it after breakfast.’

“Anyway, I think it’s high time you get a phone.” Jin said, mimicking Yoongi’s eating style.

“Then get me one.”

“I will. But you need to come get it at Aphrodite before nightfall.”

“Yeah, ok.” Yoongi mumbles as he asks for seconds.

“No.” Yoongi stresses, glaring at Hoseok from behind the transparent shower curtains. After breakfast, Jin left without telling him what Suran wants and Yoongi just let it be. They will be meeting soon, anyway. It shouldn’t matter if Jin had forgotten or not.

Hoseok came a few minutes after with a joyful smile and shining eyes. Apparently, the angel told Yoongi that he’ll be closing his dance studio, Gabriel for some time to help out at Yoo Jung’s floristry, ‘Bunga’.

“Hyung,” The angel whines as the demon prince growls in the shower. The angel leans against the blue and white tiles of the bathroom as supports a pout. The demon prince scowls in response as he takes a sum of shampoo and wash his mint-green hair thoroughly. He makes sure to wash his hair properly and condition it before going out. Frizzy, dried up hair is the last thing he needs during his stay on Earth. “I swear I have a good excuse.”

“What could even be a good excuse, Seokkie? You’re closing Jibril-“

“Gabriel.” Hoseok frowns.

“Same difference. They’re both your mentor’s name.”

“True, but my dance studio is ‘Gabriel’. So, say it correctly.” Yoongi sticks his head under the shower and washes his shampoo-ed hair.

“As I was saying, you closing down-”

“On a short hiatus.” Hoseok corrected once again and in turn, the irritated demon takes in a deep, sharp breath.

“Can you stop interrupting me for once, Seokkie? For fuck’s sake.” Yoongi glares at the angel who still supports the joyful smile and shining eyes. Hoseok knows that Yoongi means nothing behind his insults and welcome them with open arms.

“I need to make it clear so that you don’t get the wrong idea. I need a short break from dance, hyung.” Hoseok said, pushing himself off the humid wall as Yoongi applies conditioner to his hair. The angel takes the articles of his clothes off and joins the demon prince in the shower. “Hyung,” Hoseok said in a soft voice – the voice he uses to persuade Yoongi. “Please believe in me when I tell you that. I have been thinking about it for a while. I swear I’m not lying.” Hoseok whispers against the expanse of his skin as the latter trail kisses all over the demon prince’s back. Yoongi sighs when Hoseok wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist.

“Dancing is your dream, Seokkie.” Yoongi whispers, staring at the steam radiating from the hot shower as he reaches over to press some body wash on his palm when Hoseok beats him to it.

“Yes, but Yoongi-hyung, helping you is a second nature to me.” Hoseok never ceases his kisses even when he lathers Yoongi’s pale, cold skin with firewood and mist scented soap. Yoongi stays quiet afterwards. What the angel said hold truths to it and the golden colour hovering Hoseok’s honey skin proves it. Hoseok is the first man and species different from Yoongi’s own that he had slept with and Yoongi still remembers the state of euphoria he felt during the night with Hoseok. He remembers the younger’s gentle touches and hushed wishes – all which he succumbs to.

But it was just one night and it made Hoseok unable to fly despite having wings of his own. His halo dimmed significantly after that night and the two of them refrained from any sexual intercourse mainly on Yoongi’s side in order to preserve Hoseok’s status as an angel. He would be damned if he ever let the younger angel fall.

He already let one get so sick, she may never be able to recover and continue her remaining life as an angel.

“Hyung,” Hoseok whispers from behind him, fingers now massaging Yoongi’s tensed back. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” Yoongi lies behind his teeth as he continues his shower. “I’ll let you do whatever you want.” The prince says after a while of silence.

“You’ll let me work at ‘Bunga’?”

“If that’s what you really want to do.” Hoseok gives him the biggest smile he has ever seen as he hops out of the shower and grabs his clothes on the floor.

“Yes!” The angel cheers as he simply takes Yoongi’s towel and runs out the bathroom without closing the door.

“At least close the fucking door.” Yoongi grumbles.

“Oh by the way,” Hoseok sticks his head at the ajar door. “As proof that I will never regret working at ‘Bunga’ is that I overheard Jackson Wang’s trainees from Tantara Records that the ‘New Ruler of Infernum’ is going to overthrow you.” When Yoongi’s eyes darken as he stops the water flow, Hoseok raises his hands in defence. “It’s their words, not mine.”

“Overthrow me?” Yoongi chuckles darkly. “Me? What a joke.” With all the heat radiating from Yoongi’s body, the water droplets quickly turn to steam and evaporated into the thin air. “Little bastard couldn’t even enter the castle without my permission.” The castle is located in the heart of Infernum in the main, capital city, Gehenna. It is designed to pulverize anyone who doesn’t carry Hades’s blood in their veins if they ever try to leave or enter without their consent.

And his guards are trained to be loyal to the crown – all so ready to please and kill for the crown. His top general is Lucifer and followed by other 4 demons named Beelzebub, Belphegor Leviathan and Mammon. They are all trained by Hades to specifically protect the royal family and the peace of Infernum. They will never betray him.

Yoongi tells himself just that every time he finds himself alone but it gets harder to convince himself. What the prince got in return isn’t relief but strange anxiety. None of his guards back home in Infernum had contacted him and they are supposed to report to Namjoon or him every subsequent day. But no updates were given. The Styx Goddess hasn’t updated anything either but it must because that she was crowned to be regent after his absence.

He just hopes that the Goddess of Styx would try to make lessen the complications of any given matters that were given in his absence.

To come back and see the whole Infernum on fire (due to her lover, Acheron) is the last thing he wants.

By the time he got dressed, Jeongguk woke up with a pout, asking where he’s going. He’s very confident that his little brother is only acting upon reflex and that he is not even half awake yet as the younger demon struggles to keep his eyes open only to fall back to bed. Yoongi cracks a small smile and pulls the blanket over Jeongguk’s torso before making his way to the balcony.

“Are you leaving?” Hoseok says with mouth-full of rice and fried chicken as he stumbles from the kitchen.

“Only for a little while, yes. Things are strange back in Infernum. They aren’t reporting anything to me.”

“You mean, Lucifer.” Hoseok swallows as he says the fallen angel’s name in distaste. Hoseok wasn’t born yet when the whole Adam-Eve-forbidden apple fiasco and neither have Yoongi. While the angel has his own views on the fallen angel, Yoongi does too. Hoseok doesn’t understand why Lucifer couldn’t have just listened to orders even if he doesn’t want to do it. Following orders are simple. You don’t have to feel it. You just do it. It baffles the angel greatly. It’s better to just go along with things without questioning it rather than having their wings ripped off of their backs. Yoongi, on the other hand, understands where the jealousy is coming from for he would have been jealous too if his parents have another child and decided to love the child more than him. It’s the same with Lucifer. His maker practically gave him a big ‘fuck you’ and chose the human who is made out of clay. Since when did dirty-ass clay become better than fire?

“Seokkie,” Yoongi pauses as he sticks his tongue against his cheek in mild exasperation. “Not today.”

Hoseok can only sigh in response. Yoongi has never been one to actually share his business about his generals with him. Even if they are close, Yoongi can never fully trust the angel for Hoseok’s loyalty belongs to Zeus and the likes. Yoongi isnt one to hold a conversation regarding Infernum affairs with anyone other than Namjoon and Jeongguk. It isn’t anything deep it’s just how it’s always been. “Alright, sorry.” Hoseok mumbles as he swallows the food he has been munching. “I’ll be in ‘Bunga’ if you need me.”

Yoongi watches the angel retreat to the kitchen with a bowl in his hand and sighs. Hoseok is upset and truthfully, Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to care. Not now, not today.

He stands on the railings, jump off the building and allows his wings to be extracted from his skin with a sickening crack. Yoongi no longer grimaces at the sound or the pain it seems to bring whenever he summoned them when he was younger. Now, he only feels a numbing and tingly sensation. He flies up into the sky and towards a crevice in a dark area where sunlight doesn’t hit Seoul. He soars and glides with the wind and once he found a dark crevice, he speaks in an ancient language – one that Charon, the ferryman understands so that he could open the entrance for the prince.

When Yoongi returns to his palace in central Gehenna, the capital city of Infernum, Styx and her lover, Acheron is found waiting for him in the gardens on the palace. Styx had filled him in the information he wanted during his absence and she admitted that she hasn’t been able to update him on anything due to Lucifer’s disappearance.

“It’s bad, Your Highness. The Sluaghs are all over the place now that Lucifer isn’t around to keep an eye on them.” Styx says, rushing towards Yoongi as soon as the man steps in the premises of the palace. Styx is a woman who is made of water with long, flowy hair. She is the guardian and the Goddess of Styx River, the main of the 5 rivers surrounding Infernum. Her lover, Acheron, is the guardian of the fiery river in Infernum, the Acheron River. The man doesn’t speak much and when he does, he only tends to only speak to his lover. The man of big build next to Styx has red hair and red eyes. “Lethe, Coccytus and Phlegethon have been trying to curb the Sluaghs along with Leviathan. But for some reason, my prince,” Styx says, warily looking around. “The Sluaghs said something about the ‘New Ruler of Infernum’.”

‘Fuck’ Yoongi closes his eyes in annoyance. ‘Lucifer is gone? Where the fuck did her go?’ His patience is really wearing thin. One: Is the cause of his anxiety was proven to be right? Two: If he ever hears another one calling the bastard the ‘New Ruler of Infernum’, his hands will really be their new choker. “What did they say, Styx-noona?” Yoongi’s voice wavers as he tries to remain calm. It is much too dangerous for him to lose control in the public eye.

“I think matters such as these are best discussed in the protection of the castle walls.” Styx said, touching her lover’s hand, burning herself in the process. Acheron quickly steps away but Styx doesn’t let his hand go. Yoongi has never understood the love Styx and Acheron shares. They can’t even touch each other without hurting each other and they couldn’t continue their day without touching each other. Yoongi watches the steam arising from where their hands meet and couldn’t bring himself to say anything. Acheron once burnt Styx alive at the beginning of time for he was a raging fire that couldn’t be controlled. The man weeped for years until Hades decided to bring Styx back in the form of water to him. Acheron sees it as a chance that was given to him to live happily with his love and pledged loyalty to the crown for as long as he shall live if it meant he could live with Styx. Bu that’s not all that he did. The man actually changed. From the rambunctious, unforgiving and wild fire turned tame just for a fragile lover.

Yoongi didn’t understand why Styx chose to stay then and he doesn’t understand why she chose to stay now.

The three of them walk to the throne room in no haste when the pair of lovers are forced to part when Lethe came, panting, asking Acheron to join in the fight upon Leviathan’s orders before greeting the prince. When Acheron left, Styx opens the door to the throne room and Yoongi strides up to his throne. It has only been 2 days in the human world and he’s already missing his throne and the black, pointy crown that sits comfortably on his mint hair. “My prince, a few minutes after Namjoon left for Earth, a peculiar man came to my river.” This immediately catches Yoongi’s attention. Only gods and goddesses who are ready to make a pledge will descend to Infernum to see the Styx Goddess where a mark of their word will be tattooed on their skin.

Namjoon and Jin had made their vow in front of Styx and their vow of ‘Semper Fidelis’ are tattooed around their neck like a chain – a leash.

“He was wearing a black cloak, one that covers his hair but a few strands of green hair is visible. His pale is fair, so fair it resembles yours, Your Highness. He’s different. The hate that he radiates isn’t like anything I have ever tasted before. The hate – it radiates throughout his body, sire.”

Yoongi watches the water-woman as she tries to describe how it tasted like. Styx River feeds on hatred and loathing. ‘The stronger the feeling, the better the taste’ Yoongi recalls Styx once told him before. And for her to describe it as an exquisite taste doesn’t make him happy at all.

“And when he makes the oath with me, he left.”

“What vow did he make?” Yoongi asks even though he knows Styx will never tell him.

“Your majesty, you know I am very tight-lipped about oaths and vows.”

“Even if it means doing me a great favour?” Yoongi asks and Styx stares at him.

“Are you implying that the green-haired boy is the rumoured man?”

“I don’t know, noona. Nobody does.” Yoongi is tired. He just wants to find this boy and burn him alive. He just wants a cup of coffee and some peaceful time in his kingdom and on Earth. But that is a luxury he doesn’t seem to be able to afford. Lucifer is missing, the Sluaghs are doing whatever the fuck they please, the mysterious kelp on Earth, the slaughter of the People of Poseidon and now a boy with ominous energy. “Namjoon, Wang and his pups are all over the place trying to gather intel for me.” Yoongi grumbles as he stands from his throne.

“Anyway, while Luci is gone, have Mammon take charge. I want those Sluaghs in the dungeons.” Having Mammon, the demon known for avarice in charge is never a good idea in Yoongi’s point of view for Mammon is greedy and sadistic. He takes and takes but never gives and most importantly, he goes against Yoongi’s principles of being fair. But Mammon will have to do for now just until Lucifer gets back. He couldn’t possibly have Leviathan for she has too much on her plate right now and Belphegor is known for his laziness and lastly, Beelzebub is known for his gluttonous life. Yoongi would be damned if Beelzebub resorts to eating those Sluaghs who refuses to listen to him.

“Will do, sire.” Styx bows at Yoongi as he walks down the stairs.

“I need you to be extremely tight-lipped regarding this matter. I will leave Infernum in your hands for the time being and I expect it to be in good conditions. I need you to update me whenever you can. You no longer need Lucifer to transmit any message to me.” Styx nods in understanding. “One more thing, noona…” Yoongi trails off as he takes off the black, pointing crown from his mint hair as he runs his hair through it. “How’s… Y’know, Hoseok’s sister?” Yoongi asks despite knowing what Styx will reply judging from her eyes.

The guardian of Styx River has averted her eyes from meeting her prince’s bluish-grey ones. “She’s still the same.” The prince purses his lips. “I will still send the purple hyacinths to her despite you being on Earth.” Yoongi gives her a small smile and nods slowly. The prince hopes that if the other half of the golden sibling will accept the flowers and listen them if she refuses to listen to him.

“I have another favour to ask from you, noona.” Styx smiles and tilts her head to the left. “Can you have Charon change some Danakes to Korean Won?”

“May I inquire for what purpose?” The beautiful woman asks as she tucks one finger under her chin. She finds the favour rather peculiar because while her prince is known for many things, Min Yoongi isnt a lavish person.

“I need to buy some rubies for Jin-hyung.”

‘Ah, so that’s what it is.’ The water-woman thought as she pats Yoongi on the shoulder in response. “Did you put my sweet Jin on a dry spell again?”

“No, I didn’t.” Yoongi gives his noona a pointed look as the said man rubs the back of his neck and in response, the guardian guffaws.

“Whatever you say, Yoongi-ah. I’ll have them delivered to you and do ask Suran to accompany you when you buy them so you don’t get some ugly-ass ones.”

“Rude.” The prince mumbles as the prince makes his way out of the castle and Styx trailing close behind him. She had struggled to match his pace but the prince is way too fast for her liking. When the prince stops in his garden and extricate his wings to their full expanse, Styx abruptly stops. She doesn’t want to be in those wings’ proximity when they’re out. One flap and she might evaporate into thin air. “Take care, noona. Both yourself and my kingdom.” Yoongi said and the water-woman bows with her right hand over her left chest.

“Your wish is my command, my prince.” The prince finds himself smiling and with one powerful stroke, he ascends up to the sky. He opens a portal with one destination in mind – Jin’s pride, Aphrodite.

The prince had a ‘marvellous’ time at Aphrodite as the Divine hands him his phone and a few quick tips on how to use it properly. With a little ‘I don’t need that’ from Yoongi and a ‘You’ll never know when you do.’ As a response, Yoongi walks out with a jailbreak-ed phone and a game that allows you to fight other players with a sausage. And then with a smile, he makes his towards his happy place – The Promise Café.

“Here you go.” Jimin smiles as he places a tall glass of vanilla milkshake in front of Yoongi. The prince is still on his little quest on finding the right flavour that resembles the chubby-cheeked waiter and that explains the vanilla milkshake. When he reaches out to take the glass, he realises that the pink-haired boy had added something extra at the side and before Yoongi could even ask about it, Jimin had already gone to greet a new customer. Yoongi couldn’t help but muster a little smile. ‘How nice.’

While Yoongi is lounging on his chair, (from his point of view), he saw a man – more specifically, V – who was watching the café in a distance. The Muse is wearing a brown hoodie and a washed-out blue jeans that are ripped at certain places. He no longer has that confident air around him or a frivolous outfit on. It feels like Yoongi is watching another man and the one before his eyes under the over-sized brown hoodie isnt V. The man had the hood on to cover his long, wavy brown hair as V’s chest pants heavily. Yoongi watches carely and a dark blue (one that’s much darker than his eyes) aura hovering above the Muse’s much too pale skin. If memory served him right, V has a rich, honey skin yesterday so what’s with the pale complexion today? V’s lips are trembling and chapped. When the Muse raises his arm to wipe his mouth, Yoongi notices a streak of red on the sleeve of his hoodie. After a while, V’s mouth moves and left. To Yoongi’s dismay, he couldn’t figure out the latter had said as the wind carries the Muse’s words away.

The prince’s eyes make their way to Jimin’s face now where the pink-haired boy is seen taking the orders of a regular. It was humiliatingly easy for Yoongi to remember the faces of Promise café’s regulars and new comers. When Yoongi takes the first sip of the vanilla milkshake, he instantly regretted his choices. It was so plain and milky and it tastes like eggs. Why the hell did he even think it was remotely close to Jimin? When the door chimes, he pays no heed to it as he forces the drink down his oesophagus and eats the extra thing Jimin gave him. The pastries taste good.

The customer at the door takes a seat across his table and Yoongi could feel it. Whatever or whoever the man is, they’re not human. Both of the hooded men have their hoods on but the one who is sitting in front of him made Yoongi raise his chin and furrow his eyebrows. The man has a mask on and the only thing Yoongi can see is the playful, goading pale blue eyes. If the man, much shorter than him with blue eyes doesn’t avert his gaze, Yoongi might have to dig those eyes out to make him learn his lesson but at the end of Yoongi’s thinning patience, the shorter man did.

Yoongi was about to take another bite when Suran gave him a chain of messages that came in like a flood. The prince growls in annoyance as he swipes as he gives the messages a glance before paying for what he ordered. He thanked Jimin and while the pink-haired boy is rushing to give him his balance, Yoongi unconsciously reaches out and ruffles his hair.

“Keep the change.” Yoongi said and Jimin seems startled a little before a furious blush makes its way across his cheeks. He mumbles a thanks and Yoongi watches how his cheeks move when the waiter’s plump lips move. ‘I can’t wait to eat you up.’ Yoongi thought, smiling. “No problem.” When Jimin’s mouth-watering smell reaches his nostrils and are beginning to cloud the prince’s vision, Yoongi suddenly (and awfully) is hyper-aware of his actions as he drops his hand and left.

His hand smells of Jimin now. And while the pink-haired boy has a bashful pink aura hovering his skin, the necklace around Jimin’s neck changes to a similar colour as well.

And for the nth time that week, Yoongi has a hard time cancelling out Jimin’s scent.

Chapter 5