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steelcladbutterfly · 2 years ago

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Yandere Archdemon (1)

This is the first version of my archdemon request, version 2 is being worked on right now. That is already 25,000 words and counting. This is more standard for my requests, while the second version is more for me and my inability to ever shut up on details. Anyways, hope you enjoy, the link to the yandere’s character sheet shall be posted below!

Character sheet

In some occult and similar writings, it’s a spiritual entity that is prominent as a leader of demons. They are seen as the evil counterparts of the archangels. While there is a rigid order to the classification of angels and their hierarchy, little if any can be found for demons as it has varied greatly throughout the years. Some people, specifically in medieval classification, see the seven deadly sins as archdemons. In the Occult tradition, there is controversy regarding which demons should be classed as archdemons. During different ages, some demons were historically "promoted" to archdemons, others were completely forgotten, and new ones were created. In ancient Jewish lore, many of the pagan gods of neighboring cultures were identified as extremely pernicious demons in order to prevent Jews from worshiping them.

I have never actually been to Las Vegas or in a penthouse before, so sorry if any of this is wrong.

Archdemon’s name is Andri.

Trapped in a dark warehouse by a demon was not what you had in mind for how to end a vacation, but somehow there you were.

“N-No!”

You pushed against his chest as he crushed you down against the table, slotting a knee between your legs to stop your kicking, and leaned down near your ear, tail wrapping around one of your ankles.

“Lovely, you really have to stop saying that word around me.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as he slid you further up onto the cold metal beneath you with one hand, the other carding through your hair, to forcefully meld your lips together. As he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, you really wished, not for the first time, that your friends hadn’t picked Vegas as your destination for vacation.

~~~~~

A large truck, overflowing with bags and excitable adults, raced down the desert road, trailing whoops and shouts, which somewhat resembled the music drifting out as well. You groaned, sinking further into your seat as Natalie screeched out the window right behind you to the tune of the song currently blasting out of the radio.

“Oh come on! There’s no one to hear you out there, and you’re somehow making this heat worse. I feel like I’m melting.”

You grumbled, close to plastering your face directly over the poor AC in the vehicle. A chuckle reached your ears and you glanced over at the driver’s seat, to see Stephan glance at you for a moment, before darting back to the windshield, focused on driving even as Natalie and the two others started up another screeching contest. At this point, you were sure it was less excited singing and more brutal, sadistic pleasure at the expense of your poor ears.

“Come now, (Y/n), it’s not that bad. Besides, our hotel will have plenty of accommodations and it’s not like you have to come out with those hoodlums every day.”

You scoffed, turning away slightly, glancing at the back row and the three noisy gremlins your friends had been reduced to.

“Yeah, well if that’s what they’re going to be like this whole time, I doubt I’ll even go out, you can be their sober buddy. ‘Sides, they’re gremlins, not hoodlums.”

(Un)Surprisingly, that’s what drew the gremlins’ attention away from the screaming contest they claimed to be singing.

“Hey, hey! There’s no point then in you coming along if you just hole up in the hotel the whole time. Let loose and party~”

Kevin draped himself over the top of the seat, arms wrapping around you as he talked. You wrinkled your nose, letting out a noise of disgust as his body heat further enabled the sweat already dripping uncomfortably from your back and neck to increase. He was useful in the winter for being a human space heater, not in the middle of a desert during the hottest days of summer.

“Gross, you’re getting your sweat all over me. And who needs to let loose and party when I have Netflix and an air conditioned room?”

Kevin reluctantly slipped his arms off, but remained hovering even as Anne piped up.

“Yeah, yeah. You like being alone and not having to deal with a bunch of crazy people, but you should still get out and see the sights at least, I’ll even go with you. Anyways, Kevin only wants you to come so he can try to show off to you, even if it usually fails.”

Kevin’s indignant squawk brought out a chuckle, especially since he finally stopped hovering and fell back into his actual seat.

“I suppose a few days out and about won’t hurt. But try not to get in trouble for snapping pictures of every person you come across. You need permission after all.”

Natalie chimed in at this point, rounding out the end of the screaming, finally.

“Anne is always like this, and always with the, ‘but their face! I need to draw it!’”

Despite the affronted look on her face, it was true. She got too into picture taking and wound up taking pictures of people and things she shouldn’t, with the intent to draw it later. It often got her in trouble, but hopefully if she goes with you, you can keep it to a minimum. You finally relaxed, ignoring the quiet argument in the back, and tried, and failed, not to focus on the uncomfortable feeling of the sweat dripping down your neck.

~~~~~

Entering the hotel, you had a scowl firmly fixed on your face and a throbbing headache pounding at your skull. The silence had lasted until the next song started playing, at which point the ‘singing’ started up again. You had no idea how Stephan was able to remain so carefree, especially since the AC had given up in the last few miles. So, when you had arrived, Stephan helped you and the bellhop carry everything in. However, upon arriving and checking in, you had found that Natalie, Anne, and Kevin had ditched you. Stephan was little help as he had to get the truck checked out and the AC fixed, he’d already predicted something like this happening, so he was prepared for that at the very least. So, that left you and the bellhop to arrange everything in the rooms.

You groaned, having finally waved away the eager man with a well deserved tip and sent a hurried text to let the rest of the group know the specific room number, before collapsing in the bedroom you had claimed as your own. While everyone had chipped in, it was Kevin who had really helped pay for the penthouse, considering he had been born into old money. He acted like a prick when you had first met him, acting like just because he was rich you should date him. A swift kick in the dick quickly changed his attitude and he just never left. Probably helped you had both been in first grade and he tried to boss you around on the playground while you were building a sandcastle. Everything goes on the playground and no one messes with your castle. He was a sweetheart in spite of his clinginess and lack of regard for others with the space heater that is his body during summer.

Upon finally feeling like you had a normal body temperature again, you heaved yourself up, took a shower, changed, and finally took a good look around the rest of the suite. There were two other bedrooms, a living room with a flat screen tv taking up most of one wall, with a glass wall looking out over the Strip, currently soaked in mid afternoon sunlight. The bedrooms were all down one hallway, with the bathroom at the very end, which led off from the opposite side of the glass wall. The other side was marked off by a counter with a modern kitchen present. Only the fridge and a few shelves had anything in it, a few rows of wine and snacks present, likely requested by whoever had finally put in the reservation. Judging by the fancy labels and sweets prevalent among the snacks, it was likely Natalie. Off the kitchen was a closet and the door to the hallway.

Letting out a sigh, you called up Stephan to let him know to pick up groceries. He was halfway through the truck’s inspection, but he said he would pick it up afterwards and hopefully the three gremlins would be back by then. You grumbled, still upset they had ditched you, but acquiesced and settled on the couch with the remote and TV guide. It took awhile, but you finally figured out how to hook up and access Netflix and settled down.

The rest of the day passed slowly, with Stephan arriving laden with bags around dusk, barely able to knock for you to let him in. After everything was tucked away, he revealed the takeout from a restaurant he had passed on the way back to the hotel. Darkness crept over the Strip, lights flickering and blinking and shining all over the view from the suite. Anne arrived with a flurry of knocks around midnight, blush high on her fair cheeks as she stumbled in, followed closely by Kevin, whose blush was harder to see, but no less present. You rolled your eyes as they fell asleep immediately after being lugged into bed. However, Natalie did not show up. You sent several texts, but they weren’t answered, finally being shooed off to bed by Stephan.

“We’ll worry about it in the morning. I’m sure Natalie’s fine.”

~~~~~

The sound of your phone ringing roused you from your slumber. You groaned, squinting against the light coming from the window present in your room and picked up your phone, squinting at the name. ‘Natalie’ stood out to you in spite of your bleary vision. Still too tired to react in an appropriate manner to a friend who ditched you on the first day of vacation and then didn’t arrive back, you clicked accept and held the phone to your ear.

“What is it Natalie? Where even are you?”

A nervous chuckle reached your ears as you shuffled and got up, checking the clock by the bed, and noticing it was only six in the morning.

“Well, we had gone to a club and I, well, became acquainted with someone. One thing led to another and I wound up at his place. Only thing is, I have no idea how to get back to the hotel safely. I asked Andri, but it seems his car is still in the shop, so I’m afraid I’m stuck here for now.”

You sighed, getting out of bed and stumbling to get ready.

“Fine, I’ll pick you up. Where are you?”

At this point, some shuffling occurred before a smooth, male voice rattled off an address, floor number, and room number. You told him you would be over soon, he shot off a pick up line, and you immediately hung up. It figured Natalie would find someone who likely flirted with everything that breathed on the very first day of vacation. You sighed once more, put in the coordinates the man gave you, and left. It was only a few miles away, so hopefully you should be back before too long.

Sliding into the truck after spending several minutes finding where it was parked, you turned the key Stephan had left on the kitchen counter, and smiled as the AC started up smoothly as the truck rumbled to life. You technically could have taken public transport, but you’d rather not deal with cat calls or having to guide Natalie back on foot. The traffic was light, but you noticed the back roads were faster than the freeway even this early. Pulling into the lot, you were happy to find it was free, but paused as you got out, taking in the expensive high rise connected to the lot.

“Yeesh, just who did Natalie sleep with?”

Shrugging it off, you ambled up to the apartment complex, and found the number that the voice had told you. And sure enough, it belonged to a guy named Andri Dagon. Clicking the button, you were answered by the same smooth voice from the phone call.

“Yes, what is it?”

“Um, Mr. Dagon? I’m here to pick up my friend, Natalie?”

“Oh, right. So, you must be (Y/n)?”

You rolled your eyes. It just figured that Natalie would give your name away to a stranger.

“Yes, that’s me. Can you buzz me in now?”

“Of course (Y/n). Hope to see your lovely face soon.”

You gagged slightly, not comfortable with his flirting or the way he said your name. Soon, you were on the elevator, rising smoothly to the top floor. You found his room at the very end. Upon knocking, the door opened to reveal a tall, well built man with golden eyes and red and black hair. And of course, because it was your luck, you were met with the sight of him shirtless and all the marks Natalie had left on him. You tried to hide your grimace as he smirked down at you.

“Mr. Dagon, I presume? I’m (Y/n).”

He nodded, scooping your hand up and pressing his smirking lips to it for a kiss. Thoroughly on guard now, especially since you felt like there was something...off about him, you snatched your hand away before his lips could fully land, only brushing slightly against your knuckles, and holding it protectively to your chest. He blinked a few times, smirk gone for several seconds before he slipped back into his suave demeanor.

“Lovely to meet you (Y/n). But, you can just call me Andri.”

You nodded warily, firmly not going to call him that, but pressed on.

“Anyways, I came for Natalie, Mr. Dagon. Is she ready to go yet?”

Craning your head to try to look around the bulky man, you missed the frown that flashed across his face at being ignored. However, before he could say anything else, Natalie arrived, slipping past Andri, who only shifted slightly, luckily fully dressed.

“Ah, sorry (Y/n), I just had a hard time finding my shoes.”

You held up your hand, vaguely noting something seemed to be missing, stopping her from continuing on the same track of mind before it was too late and ambled down the hallway, Natalie trailing after you. She continued to chatter, so you just nodded along, forgetting the man you had left behind as soon as he was no longer in your line of sight.

~~~~~

Andri raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly as his ‘companion’ walked further and further away, following the one who had completely ignored his advances. Usually he stuck to one night stands, but if a few more interactions with that woman brought him the challenging prey that resisted his advances, then so be it.

He shut the door behind him, grabbing the ring he had snatched from (Y/n)’s hand before they could fully slip it away from him. He had some work to do if he wanted to keep track of them. It had been a long time since anyone had managed to completely ignore his charisma, magical or not. And, considering Natalie had said they just arrived, he should have at least a few weeks to figure out (Y/n), that and to find out who the rest of the group was and if there was anyone else in that group like them.

Few men or women could resist him when he turned on his charm, even angels had found their many eyes straying. He felt a smirk tugging at his lips. It had been so long since he’d come across someone even halfway interesting, and most of them fell upon fully taking him in. An airy chuckle fell from his lips. He got the feeling this (Y/n) would be fun.

~~~~~

Upon getting Natalie back to the penthouse, you were almost immediately dragged back out by Anne who clutched her camera close to her. You complied, if only to keep her from causing an outrage. That didn’t mean you wouldn’t complain though.

“Why couldn’t you just drag out Kevin or Stephan? Also shouldn’t you have a hangover? How are you this peppy?”

She laughed as she ushered you back into the truck, inputting the coordinates for the first stop on her list. The smooth voice of the gps and Anne’s own excited chattering filled your ears as you pulled out.

“Well, Kevin is still passed out and you know Stephan is not a morning person. Besides, I’ve already taken an aspirin! And who has time for a hangover when there’s still so much to explore!”

You sighed, shaking your head, even as laughter bubbles up at the way she practically vibrated in her seat. Anne had been looking forward to this trip, her job hardly ever allowed her to travel to places she wanted to go to, so this trip was something she had looked forward to. It almost made you forgive her for leaving you to get everything out of the truck on your own to get drunk. Almost. A little petty revenge in the form of randomly photobombing would definitely help the long and arduous process to forgiving her, after all a day out with a friend could seem to last forever.

The end of the night was, of course, going to be dedicated to countless pictures of the fountains of Bellagio, but most of the day had ended up spent at the Fremont Street Experience. Anne got pictures and plenty of food, while you got new music suggestions and a new reason to avoid crowds. Day drinking is stupid to watch, especially when they try to zip line. Anne of course tried to join in, but the only place you managed to steer her to that didn’t prominently feature alcohol was, surprisingly, one of the casinos.

Once inside, you stuck close to Anne, playing the part of her conscious, since the gremlin half was in firm control at the moment. No slot machines, she always loses and never learns, so a few rounds of blackjack would have to do. Anne was intent on playing for a big win, so you settled in for a few rounds yourself. You stopped after winning five out of six games and Anne looked close to crying as you raked in the earnings, relegating yourself to waiting her out and steadfastly ignoring anyone trying to come on to you.

Most got the message, but one slid in to the seat beside you. You figured he was playing since he was dealt in, but halfway through a game he tried to talk to you. At which point you felt the urge to hurl yourself out a window intensify.

“Never thought I’d see you again so soon, (Y/n).”

Peeking over your shoulder revealed the handsome face of Andri, smirk still firmly in place from the morning, but thankfully wearing a shirt this time. The white shirt was covered by a black jacket, rolled up to reveal an expensive watch clinging to his wrist and bare forearms somehow not touched by the scorching sun outside. You decided to ignore him, even as he continued to talk at you.

“So, I did come for a game, but it sure is funny that we ran into each other so soon, right?”

Anne peeked over at Andri and smiled, gesturing subtly for you to answer. You grimaced, but finally turned your head back over to him.

“...Sure.”

He soldiered on in spite of your obvious reluctance to answer.

“I see you have a lot of luck with cards. Maybe we can play a game sometime, just the two of us?”

“I guess I’m pretty lucky with cards, but I don’t know if I even want to play with you.”

He huffed, smirk widening and a gleam entering his eyes at your reply and the sound of Anne’s quiet squeal.

“Who’s your lovely companion? I got to know Natalie rather well, but she did mention other friends.”

Never one to wait for societal conventions, Anne eagerly introduced herself.

“I’m Anne. It’s nice to meet you! What’s your name?”

You grimaced once again as they started up a conversation. You smiled slightly at the dealer when he snorted at your expression, at which point he cleared his throat, going back to dealing out new hands for the next game, Andri having won several hands already before he decided to begin speaking. But, when his eyes darted over to you, you waggled your eyebrows at him, causing him to snort once more. You were so caught up in teasing the man, that you failed to notice the conversation had petered out around you until Anne tugged at your arm.

You allowed her to pull you away, once again ignoring the oddly quiet Andri, who remained seated at the table. If you had looked back, you would have noticed the dark look in his eyes as he glared at the dealer. Unfortunately, you were focused on the giggling Anne.

“Isn’t Andri great? He’s cute and knows how to keep a conversation going. Not to mention he’s got your luck with cards.”

You shrugged, but allowed her to continue to lead the way, to cash in the chips you had before heading out of the casino and the street experience to the truck.

“I don’t trust him. There’s something about him that rubs me the wrong way.”

“Oh come on, you say that about anyone who hits on you! You should go for it.”

“Yeah right. It’s obvious he’s not looking for something permanent. Besides, shouldn’t I focus on enjoying myself?”

“I suppose. But what if he’s the way to enjoy yourself, hmm?”

You snorted as she raised her eyebrows at you, pursing her lips in exaggeration.

“Oh, please. I enjoy myself by going out and exploring. Or staying inside to watch other people explore.”

Anne burst into laughter, clutching at your arm for support.

“That last part’s probably more true. You’ll only go out if you have to, someone asks you to, or you get too cooped up.”

“Hey! I’m out now, aren’t I?”

In spite of your protests, Anne continued to laugh at you all the way to the next destination.

~~~~~

A cry of pain fell from the dealer’s lips as Andri stood over him, a dark look present in his eyes.

“Pathetic. This is what they pass me over for? Well, no matter, I’ll get them eventually, I always get what I want. And no one else will claim them first. Especially not you.”

The manager of the casino hovered nervously in the background, unsure how to intrude on Andri’s brutal beatdown of one of his employees. When he had been waved over to pull the dealer away, he figured it was something about how the cards had been dealt, not whatever was going on in front of him. He winced as another kick landed on the man’s stomach, finally working up the nerve to intervene.

“Um. Mr. Dagon?”

He balked slightly as Andri’s golden gaze tinged with red cut straight through him, a snarl prominently featured on his face.

“I-I’m sorry for interrupting, but his table opens up again soon, and I need him out there!”

He flinched, half afraid he’d be beat up, but relaxed slightly when nothing happened. Andri simply sighed and eased off from where he had been pressing at the dealer’s stomach with a polished, black shoe.

“Fine. But if I ever see you interacting with them again, I might not stop until I’ve broken a few bones. Got it?”

Andri growled out the question, scoffing when the man frantically nodded before finally leaving, his jacket fluttering behind him as he turned the corner. The manager waited until his footsteps faded away before rushing to help the other man up. Coughing erupted as he hacked up a few wads of blood, looking up at the manager in fear and disbelief.

“What’s with that guy!? I never even talked to the person.”

“Believe me, it could have been worse. Just be lucky he actually let you off here. He usually breaks a few bones if he’s really interested. He’s like this with any fling he takes more than a passing interest in, I’ve seen it play out a few times before, even if it hardly ever lasts beyond a week. At the very least, Dagon seems like the kind of man to stake his claim only until he gets what he wants. I wouldn’t hate to imagine what he would be like if he was actually serious.”

The dealer wavered before walking away, the manager following behind, leaving only a few blood splatters to indicate what had happened before.

~~~~~

By the time you arrived back to the hotel, you were ready to pass out. Your feet ached from walking nearly the whole day and from running after Anne whenever she nearly slipped from your view. Anne was still hyped up, but prepared for another night at a bar, as she gushed with Natalie over the pictures she took. Kevin hesitantly walked over to where you were slowly eating.

“So, (Y/n). Do you...want to come with us?”

“Not today. I’ve already had my dosage of excitement from following Anne around.”

You grumbled, thinking back over the day and the unfortunate run-in with Andri. You narrowed your eyes slightly. Something about him rubbed you the wrong way.

“O-Oh. Alright.”

Kevin looked dejected, like a sad puppy, so you begrudgingly agreed to go later in the week, especially since Stephan already made everyone promise to go to a show premiering tomorrow night with him.

You waved them off, Stephan accompanying them this time to make sure they don’t get into too much trouble, leaving you to your own devices. Of course, that meant hogging the couch and tv while slowly working your way through Stephan’s ice cream stash he thought he could hide from you. You were helping him with an addiction, that’s all it was. Just sweet, sweet rehab.

Or at least it was until you noticed a familiar flash was no longer present as you lifted the spoon. The ring you wore was gone. You wore it so often you hardly noticed it was there, but also meant you didn’t notice when it was gone. You knew you should have gotten it tightened. You lost track of time looking over the room, hoping it had slipped off the previous night or while you were in the kitchen, but you had no luck. You remembered wearing it right before going to bed, having forgotten to take it off for the night, but could not find it in the sheets, not under or around the bed. The kitchen was also a flop as was the living room.

You were panicking now as the locations it could be narrowed inside. You kept desperately searching knowing that if it fell off outside, you would likely never find it. Time was lost as you looked until the door suddenly opened, admitting the rest of your group, three of whom were too drunk to notice your desperate form. Stephan calling your name broke you out of uselessly pawing under the couch cushions.

Your teary-eyed gaze met Stephan’s concerned amber hues, but before he could say anything, you bolted out the door, intent on finding the truck and searching through that, only briefly hearing Stephan’s concerned shouts and curses as he tried to catch up with you as the elevator you slipped into closed. By the time you had found the truck and started searching desperately, he had caught up, bending over and heaving for breath.

“You know...I’m pretty sure...that the staff think we had...had a breakup or something. Whew, you can run fast when you want to!”

His chuckles petered off as you began to sniffle and your eyesight began to waver and blur from a buildup of tears. You slowed as you still came up empty, tears finally running down your face. Stephan’s hand hesitantly met your shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”

You sniffled again, allowing him to pull you up and start to guide you back to the hotel.

“I lost my ring. And I don’t know when.”

“Your ring? You mean the one you found on the ground?”

“Yes. What of it? I’m not used to going without it now.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I remember in high school when you thought you lost it. Your dad turned your room upside while you were at school because you were crying, only to find it wedged under your nightstand.”

He chuckled at the memory, but went quiet once more as you entered the lobby and headed for the elevator.

“Listen, if we can’t find it tomorrow, how about I buy you a new one?”

You sighed, still distraught, but too tired to put up more of a fuss.

“Alright.”

Stephan snorted as the elevator’s door smoothly opened onto the correct floor.

“I know, a new one won’t compare to the ring you have. But maybe just think of it as a souvenir for the trip.”

You nodded, close to dozing off as Stephan guided you to your room.

“We’ll check all the places you went to, to see if we can find it. I’ll even wake up early and try not to complain too much, alright?”

You snorted at his teasing tone, agreeing even as darkness overcame your vision and you drifted off to sleep.

~~~~~

The next day was spent driving around with Stephan, checking as many places as you could remember that you visited with Anne. Asking around, glancing into any lost and found boxes in the locations that had them, scouring the ground. By mid afternoon, you had crossed off all the places you had gone to.

“Anywhere else you went yesterday?”

Your eyes widened as you remembered one other place.

“Well, I actually went to pick up Natalie yesterday morning. But I doubt it’s there.”

Mostly because you didn’t want to actively meet up with Andri.

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to try. Where did you pick her up?”

You sighed, pulling up the location you had been given yesterday reluctantly. Stephan reacted in a similar manner to whenever you first arrived and remained gawking as you buzzed Andri’s number, hoping he wouldn’t be there. However, you were proven wrong as he picked up almost immediately.

“Hello? Who is it?”

“...Hello, Dagon. It’s (Y/n). I might have lost an item on my way up to pick up Natalie yesterday, so I was wondering if you could buzz me in so I can check?”

He sounded less surprised to be greeted by your voice than you thought possible.

“Ah, (Y/n). How lovely to hear your voice once again! Of course you can come in. And I thought I told you to call me Andri.”

You thanked him, already intent on searching as quickly as possible and getting out before you had to interact with him. Unfortunately as you and Stephan began searching the lobby, the elevator opened to reveal Andri, who sauntered out and directly for you.

“I figured I couldn’t leave you to search alone, lovely. So, I figured I would help you. What exactly are you searching for?”

You were saved from having to answer when Stephan piped up.

“Well, thanks for your help Andri! We’re looking for a ring, thin and silver, slightly dull, with a few flowers carved into the metal.”

You pulled away from Andri, searching another part of the lobby as you listened with surprise to his answer.

“I don’t recall saying you could call me by my first name. Who are you anyways?”

He had a look of disgust as he stared down Stephan, flipping how he had interacting with you on its head. Of course, Stephan adjusted accordingly.

“Ah, my apologies Mr. Dagon. I just assumed since you were fine with (Y/n) calling you by your first name. Ah, right. My name’s Stephan Chavez. I’m fine with just Stephan though.”

A sneer crossed Andri’s face, as he took in the man across from him. Natalie was hardly a problem and Anne seemed far more starstruck by him to be any competition, but this Stephan character might just be standing in his way, more intent on admiring from afar than fully falling under his charm’s control. Of course, he was well aware that attacking unprovoked would lead to a downward spiral, so he held himself together with only a clipped retort.

“Of course, Chavez. So, a ring? Any luck so far?”

Sauntering back in your direction, he began ignoring Stephan just as much as you tried to ignore him. It was adorable that you thought he bought your act. Of course, you could hardly ignore him if he directed such a pointed question.

“Not yet. I’m not even sure I’ll be able to find it. This is the last place to check after all.”

He chuckled at that, causing you to scoot further away and closer to the elevator as you finished checking your side of the lobby.

“Saving the best for last?”

You grimaced, heading into the elevators as you told Stephan you were finished. Andri followed you in, causing you to shift uncomfortably.

“Why are you following me? We hardly even know each other what reason do you have for helping me?”

“What, I can’t help out someone as lovely as you in your hour of need? Besides, I’d feel bad if you couldn’t find it, surely I can treat you to something in recompense? How about I take you out to dinner tonight?”

He slid his arm over your shoulder, crowding you in when the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. You shrugged off his arm roughly, pushing past him.

“Personally, I’d rather you stop trying to flirt with me. It makes me uncomfortable, and frankly I still don’t trust you or like you. Besides, I promised Stephan I’d see a movie with him tonight, he wanted all of us to see it. So, if I had to pick between a trusted friend who already gained a promise for a movie versus a stranger who thinks I can be bought by food and flirtations, I’ll always pick my friend,” you huffed, frowning at his still form towering over you. Maybe it was a bad decision to say that right now. But, before you could contemplate it too much, he laughed, moving past you.

“Fair enough, how about tomorrow then? I can take you and your...friends out for dinner, help you see I’m not that bad a guy? I’ll call Natalie, let her know about it. Good luck with searching for your ring. If you can’t find it, maybe I’ll take you out sometime to buy a new one. Oh yeah, and make sure you guys wear something nice tomorrow.”

You gaped, watching him saunter back to his room, pulling out his phone to presumably call Natalie. It’s like he completely ignored your answer, merely shoving himself in where he could in an attempt to get what he wanted. You sighed, knowing that with how starstruck Natalie and Anne were, they would insist on it even without you. But they could get themselves in trouble if they went alone, so it looked like Andri was getting what he wanted, for now.

~~~~~

You were despondent on the way back to the hotel. You failed to find your ring and your phone had blown up with excited text messages from your other friends, proclaiming they couldn’t wait for tomorrow and wanting to know how you managed to get such a lucky break. Stephan pulled into a space, but you remained in the truck for several moments. You groaned, burying your head in your hands, despondent both over the loss of your ring and the prospect of having to hang out with Andri. You were so wrapped up in self-pity that you failed to notice Stephan hadn’t exited the truck either until a hesitant hand met your back.

Jumping, you glanced over to meet the steadfast and reassuring eyes of your friend. He continued to pat your back as you slowly relaxed.

“Hey, if you don’t want to do anything later, I’m fine with you staying back. I don’t want you to feel stressed out, especially on a vacation.”

Sighing, you straightened, pulling open the door and stepping out, moving around the back to where Stephan was now waiting. You began to walk back up the lot before finally answering.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. I know you’ve been looking forward to this as well, and I shouldn’t just mope in my room all day when you tried your hardest to help me. ‘Sides, I’ve actually been looking forward to this as well. Your hype rubbed off on me.”

You chuckled, Stephan following suit. The rest of the walk was silent, with only Stephan remarking once more that if you weren’t feeling up to it, you didn’t have to come.

Of course, arriving back to the hotel room was an experience as Natalie and Anne pulled you into their room and demanding all the details of what Andri had told you, leading to rapid fire questions you held very few answers to. This ended up eating up all the time left to get ready for the movie, so it felt as if one moment you were answering questions and the next you were already entering the theatre.

~~~~~

Unfortunately, despite how interesting it was, the movie - and the night - couldn’t last forever. So, you woke up the next day to be greeted by a text from an unknown number filled with plenty of flirtatious remarks and a location with a time to be there by and his name to tell the staff for the reservation. Obviously, Andri managed to wrangle your number from Natalie. Figuring his inability to take no for an answer spread to attempts at blocking numbers, you put his contact information down eloquently, as ‘Asshole.’ This was further proven when Natalie accosted you where you were eating breakfast next to a sleepy Kevin, whose cereal fell more into the bowl than into his mouth.

“So, Andri asked me for your number, so I’m guessing he gave you the time and location for where we’re going for dinner?”

You sighed, showing her what he sent. Natalie scrolled obsessively through the numerous texts he sent while Kevin seemed to wake up from the sleepy stupor he had been existing in as Natalie gushed over how romantic Andri was. Personally, you couldn’t see it, but she at least seemed to like the overly flirtatious man.

“Wait, wait,” Kevin piped up, “He’s flirting with you? When Anne told me about it, I thought he was just going through you to get to her.”

Natalie scoffed at that.

“Yeah right. It’s obvious he wants to get with me again. Why else would he text me so much?”

She walked off after handing you back your phone. You watched her sashay back to her room when a tug at your sleeve drew your attention back to Kevin.

“Wait, so is he flirting with you or not?”

He looked worried, beginning to worriedly chew at his bottom lip, a nervous habit he had yet to break.

“I’m pretty sure he’s flirting with all three of us. He just seems intent on me for right now. Probably because I didn’t immediately give the impression ‘Take me, I’m yours!’ Personally, I plan on ignoring him and having Natalie and Anne as buffers will help immensely. I mean, they seem to like him well enough. Though I still wouldn’t want them going out with him regardless.”

Kevin relaxed at that, releasing his lip as he resumed scooping up cereal.

“Well, that’s good at least, I would hate to have to worry about you falling for some random guy.”

You snorted, deciding to tease him for his not so hidden crush on you. If he ever got around to asking, you’d probably agree to a date, but he hasn’t worked up the courage yet.

“What about Natalie and Anne? Do you not care about them falling for some random guy?”

“O-Of course I care. I-It’s just, well, ah. How do I say it? I, er, I mean!”

You laughed, unable to keep a straight face as he stuttered and stammered, face going a bright red.

“I’m just teasing~ No need to get so worked up.”

You giggled, watching him calm down, then pull a face as he ate the soggy cereal left in the bowl. You patted him lightly in the back.

“Hey, if it makes you feel any better you can come along. He did say I could bring my friends after all.”

Kevin looked dissatisfied for an instance, before a smile spread across his lips.

“Yeah, sure why not. Could be interesting, and besides, I still have to meet this guy.”

“There’s the spirit! Nothing to worry about with you by my side, after all.”

You laughed once more as Kevin fell into a stammering, blushing mess once more. At least with your friends it shouldn’t be too bad.

~~~~~

Of course, then again, there is always complications. Your group arrived at a lavish restaurant about a half hour before the actual meeting time. It came down to Natalie wanting to be there as soon as possible and Stephan - the only one who looked up the place in advance - trying to make sure everyone looked their best.

So, by the time your group had arrived, you were in clothes that just barely fit in with the rest of the patrons. And, of course, walking up to the maitre d’ for the reservation ended up with you being promptly escorted to a table near the back, with the rest of your group scrambling to keep up with the fast pace, to where Andri was already waiting with wine glasses.

“Ah, I’m glad to see you arrived all right. How about some wine to start off the night?”

You immediately cringed as he lay it on thick, sliding closer to you, but you noticed the bad vibe you felt from him seemed to have vanished for once. So, you felt slightly more at ease even if his intentions didn’t seem to have changed.

“Yeah, no. I’m good. I don’t really like drinking.”

You pushed him away slightly, whereupon Natalie and Anne promptly took the seats to either side of him, Anne grabbing the glass in your stead, uncorking the wine bottle at its side.

“Hey, I don’t mind drinking it! I love wine, it’s almost as good as you.”

You giggled at the sudden change in expression on his face, and the terrible line by Anne, confusion overwhelming his features. You were drawn into a conversation with Kevin as he slid in, with Stephan taking a seat beside Natalie on the other side of the table. During this, you missed the light flush that tinted Andri’s face upon seeing your smile and hearing your laugh, though it swiftly vanished as his line of sight narrowed in on Kevin.

~~~~~

He had thought that (Y/n) may have brought a couple people, not the whole group. The unknown currently taking (Y/n)’s attention away from him looked like he’d be even more trouble than Stephan or the girls. He hated unknowns, especially when they got in the way of what he wanted. At the very least, it was a chance to see what they were like when he wasn’t interacting with them. Mostly because the two girls were hanging off his arms with all their might. Probably laid the charm on too much. He had resolved to stop using the charm, if only to see how they would react without it hanging over their senses every time he came onto them.

Then again, that only had him all the more intrigued by (Y/n). They had managed to completely bypass his charm, otherwise (Y/n) would have become giggling idiot just like the ones attempting to distract him. Every time he saw (Y/n), they did something to grab his attention and draw him in even more. He wasn’t even sure if he just wanted to get with them simply for the sex anymore, like Natalie. And she hadn’t even been that good of a lay.

“So, Andri.” The drawl took his attention away from where he had been staring at (Y/n) and drew it down to Natalie, who was clutching his left arm close to her chest. “What are you going to do tomorrow? I was thinking maybe we could go out, just the two of us, maybe like that first night?”

Anne butted in before Andri could rebuff her advances.

“No way! If anything, he should go out with me! He lives here, I’m sure he knows a lot of interesting sights. Don’t you, Andri?”

She looked up at him shyly even as Natalie began to argue with her. He could kind of see now how (Y/n) might have felt with his own advances. Another voice drew his attention back to the one consuming his thoughts, where they were currently laughing at his plight. He felt his cheeks heat up once again as they laughed at him, mirth dancing in their eyes. With beauty like that, Andri felt even if he had anything to say to them right at that moment, he probably couldn’t as his throat felt like it closed up.

He had been interested in them at first simply for their rebuffing of his advances and having a pretty face. But as he had followed them around the past few days and now as he took them in, he found himself feeling something...deeper than carnal desires when he looked at them. He found it hard to breathe as his chest constricted and he wondered if they had a magic of their own that had him feeling so helpless merely from a glance. He barely even noticed as the waiter came for their orders or even when she returned with the food.

But, whatever had happened promptly shattered as the unknown brushed their hair away from their eyes and they smiled at him. Andri felt rage this time, an emotion he knew well. No matter his changing feelings for (Y/n), he still felt a claim to them, even if the reason had changed slightly and deepened. Maybe the weird feeling would vanish if he fucked it out, maybe it would grow. But there was no way to know when he had idiots clinging to his arms and an unknown interacting closely with (Y/n).

There was little he could do in a public area with his movement hampered by the women, so Andri found himself forced to hold in his anger and interact with (Y/n) only through the quiet chatter that surrounded the table. Soon enough, he found himself close to exploding with rage even as he helped the giggling idiots into the dinky truck. He was prepared to take off and find some way to alleviate his problem onto the first unfortunate soul he came across when a delicate touch to his shoulders turned him around.

He found his throat closed up once more and any words he could have said dried up as (Y/n) gave him a hesitant smile, frame shining with the lights, looking almost like they were glowing. And he found, despite feeling suddenly lightheaded, that he could easily focus on each word that fell from their lips.

“Hey, I suppose you aren’t as bad as I thought you were. I mean, you actually put up with Natalie and Anne clinging onto you nearly the whole night.” They laughed once again and Andri felt he would never grow tired of it. “Anyways, I actually had fun. The food was good and the staff were polite, even if I felt kind of out of place with what I was wearing.” Andri’s eyes fell to the formal wear. It wasn’t too bad, but it was outdated and had seen better days. He idly noted he would have to fix that. “Thank you for tonight. I wasn’t really looking forward to it, but I actually found I enjoyed it. And it seems like Kevin’s almost worked up enough nerve to try to ask me out. Ah! Sorry I was rambling. Good night, Andri.”

(Y/n) walked away with an awkward wave, climbing into the truck before it drove off. Andri stood frozen for several seconds, wrestling with the sudden emotional impact they had left with him. That unknown was trying to take what was his. But he finally heard his name fall from those cute lips. It was both a step forward and a leap sideways and headfirst into a wall.

Andri growled, feeling his horns slowly creep out of his skull as emotions got the better of him. His eyes flashed a luminescent scarlet for a brief moment before he whirled around and strode off into the darkness of the night, his tail lashing angrily at the air behind him. It seemed he still had plenty of work to do before the cute, little morsel was his.

~~~~~

After the dinner with Andri, the next few days passed in a whirlwind. You were dragged out of the comfort of the inside of a quiet room and through noisy, popular casinos and bars. Natalie dragged you to most of the bars, while Anne dragged you through casinos. When you asked why they insisted on dragging you with them, their answer seemed inane at the time.

“Because it seems like wherever you go, Andri seems to appear!”

You were swift to doubt, especially after he failed to show up the first day, but your doubts were quickly crushed when nine times out of ten he showed up to wherever you had been dragged to. You would be far more suspicious if the places weren’t incredibly popular and if he still had that aura around him that caused you uneasiness, but considering he at least attempted to rein in the flirting, you were fine with chalking it up to a coincidence. He had some interesting tales and many times you found yourself in deep conversation with him.

Whether Natalie or Anne, they tended to hold onto one of his arms and seemed content to simply stare wistfully at his face. Maybe it was less Andri you were worried about, and more your friends. You would hate for them to have their hearts broken when they had to leave. However, slowly but surely, as the week came to a close, they stopped hanging off his arm, stopped looking for him, and stopped dragging you along with them. They still went out, but it seemed as if they were coming out of a spell as they lost interest in Andri the longer he was around them.

Instead, you found yourself receiving invitations straight from the man himself to hang out with him. You still weren’t completely fine with going with him one on one, so when he asked for your presence, saying he was waiting in the parking lot for your response (you assumed one of the girls gave him the hotel’s address) you agreed but only on the condition you could bring a friend. You had to wait several long moments for his reply, like he was hesitating, but he ultimately agreed. So, you tugged Kevin along with you.

You figured that after your thing with Andri, you could finally hang out with Kevin like he wanted. Which was probably the only reason he agreed to come. Unlike you or the girls, Kevin was terrified of Andri, but much like you he stated it was just something about him that seemed almost like he was only one wrong move from being ripped to shreds.

“Well, then, it’s a good thing I’ll be there to protect you.”

You were still giggling as you exited the hotel, with a red-faced Kevin close behind. Andri had been lounging against a luxury sports car when his head shot up at the sound of your amusement, giving his location away. You faltered when you thought his eyes flashed red at the sight of Kevin, but shook it off. The flirtatious man was merely smiling broadly as you approached.

“I am glad you took me up on my offer. And I see you brought...Kevin with you.”

“Yep! So, where are we going?”

“Well, I noticed that you had seemed unsatisfied with what you were wearing when I took you out for dinner, so I figured I would bring you to a few boutiques so you can find something that suits you. And possibly to find you a new ring, I see you still haven’t found it.”

You hadn’t realized you were subconsciously rubbing at where your ring used to sit, still unused to having a naked finger. Andri gently took your hand, guiding you to the passenger’s seat in the front of the car, while Kevin scrambled to get a seat in the back. From the way Andri’s hand stiffened in yours, you figured he disliked anyone even unintentionally scuffing up his car. You squeezed his hand lightly, drawing his attention back to you.

“You really don’t have to do this, but I suppose I appreciate it regardless. I can help pay of course.” You ignored his protests and insistence on paying for everything in favor of soldiering on. “Also, don’t worry too much about Kevin. I’m sure he won’t mess up your car.”

You smiled, allowing yourself to be guided into the car after a slight pause from Andri at your words and an unreadable look crossed his face for a brief moment as his golden-eyed gaze took in both you and the hunched form of Kevin, before the door was shut behind you. Andri swiftly moved around the car, sliding into place at the wheel.

He eased out of the spot and before you knew it, he was racing along the roads on a path he obviously knew well. You felt it was a comfortable silence as he turned on the radio, which was helped along by the colorful blur beyond the windows as he passed street after street. Upon reaching his destination, Andri got out and opened your door, holding out his hand for you to take. You were really beginning to be convinced that Andri’s flirtatious manners were simply a part of his character and that was what threw you off upon first meeting him.

You gaped at the shop he led you to, feeling judgmental eyes upon you after entering, with Kevin following close behind. However, as soon as Andri stepped in, that seemed to vanish and a flurry of activity occurred. You began to browse through the displays and racks of fancy and expensive looking clothes as Andri sauntered up to the register. He began a conversation, gesturing in your direction as the person manning the register nodded frantically.

Your attention was pulled away as Kevin tugged on your sleeve, striking a ridiculous pose as the absurdly large, floppy hat he had placed on his head fully concealed his features.

“What do you think? Really brings out my eyes doesn’t it?”

You snorted, desperately trying not to laugh in the middle of the shop as he struck a variety of poses, all with the hat flopping down to conceal most of his face no matter how he posed. He seemed to be working up to a finale when someone cleared their throat directly behind you. You jumped, glancing back, seeing the woman Andri had been talking to, with a name plate (Alexia Koche) that showed she was the manager, and Andri himself.

“We are pleased to serve you, but we would appreciate if you kept the merchandise where it belongs unless you plan to enter a changing room or to purchase.”

Kevin froze, hastily trying to pull the hat off, but stumbled and almost fell if you hadn’t caught him in time. You felt a sudden shiver go down your spine, like someone was glaring at you, but looking over your shoulder revealed only the disapproving Alexia and smiling Andri. At least he had also seemed amused by Kevin’s little show. You helped him pull the hat off, but as he went to put it back, you were tugged around to meet the suddenly smiling Alexia.

“Good day Mx. (L/n). Mr. Dagon has told me you are looking for new outfits? You may browse the shop and tell me which ones interest you, and I’ll make sure they are in a changing room for you to try on.”

You raised an eyebrow at the sudden formality and the fact that Andri was well known not only at casinos and bars, but also at high end boutiques. And you found out that anything that interested you didn’t mean telling her so much as staring or touching for longer than five seconds. By the time you opened the door to the changing room, you found a formidable pile of clothes awaiting you, what seemed like half of the shop’s items.

You gaped slightly, but trotted in with a promise to model the outfits you liked the most. The pile was large, but you were quick to make another rapidly growing pile of clothes that you simply didn’t tear your eyes away from soon enough. You really wondered how anyone could call such tacky clothes high fashion. But it seemed that if a well known celebrity or fashion brand released or wore something, it was suddenly popular no matter how lame it actually looked.

You did find several outfits that interested you, which you set to your other side in a significantly smaller pile. Then, with that done, you sat back on your haunches and picked up the first outfit.

Chattering from down the hall fell silent as you emerged, Kevin off to the side as Alexia and Andri conversed. Kevin was the first to see you and exclaimed at the sight.

“Wow! That looks great!”

Andri appeared to be surprised and Alexia oohed over your first choice. A long sleeved shirt, with swirls of pink, orange, and white forming the bodice, with lacy sleeves that fluttered with your movement, complimented by a pair of thick leggings colored in black with lines of green shooting down the legs like tendrils of vine or ivy. You had even managed to find strappy, low heeled shoes that added an elegant touch to the bottom of the ensemble.

You found your face heating up as you turned to and fro, posing slightly as you let the others examine your outfit. Andri’s face appeared to be overtaken by a red hue. You quirked your lips as he met your eyes, the blush amusing on the man. You waggled your eyebrows and he turned away, revealing a red tipped ear through the black and red streaked hair. The smile on your face spread a little wider.

“I like this outfit. But, there are still other options, so I’ll see what else I like.”

You could see that both Andri and Alexia were ready to argue against you getting only one outfit. So, you headed back and continued on with new outfits. Finally, after several hours, you decided on the first outfit, alongside a tidy suit that emphasized your legs, and a summer dress that had the feel of a ball gown with the elaborate patterns in the white, transparent layer over a sky blue base that started as an off white at the top of the dress. You added on a much tamer floppy hat than the one Kevin goofed around in, that had a colorful ribbon around the base that trailed over the rim.

Kevin heaped on numerous compliments and Andri seemed to become so red, even his eyes reflected the color of his face. After you decided, and offered to help put everything away - which Alexia rebuffed - you headed back to Andri’s car expecting to be taken back to the hotel. However, you soon found yourself in front of a jewelry store. You looked around, confused, but were pulled gently from the car once more by Andri.

Kevin stayed back after Andri whispered something in his ear, so you were guided in with only Andri by your side. You looked up at him and he chuckled, a deep, rich timbre to it that was strangely attractive when not preceded by an awful pickup line.

“Did you forget that I promised to help you find a replacement for your...misplaced ring? Or did you think I wasn’t serious?”

You scoffed, turning your face away as it heated up from embarrassment.

“...Maybe a bit of both.”

He laughed loudly at that, drawing the attention of the man behind a display case of large and gaudy necklaces. He looked annoyed for a moment, seemingly ready to tell Andri off, but upon taking him in, stopped, and paled slightly. You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing as something seemed off with the way the man reacted. However, before you could come to a concrete conclusion, Andri followed your line of sight to the man and, tugging you along as his arm hooked onto yours, sauntered over to the employee.

“Hello Daniel. I see you’re doing well. I’ve come to help lovely here look for a new ring. They lost their’s last week, so I’m hoping you’ll be able to help me find them a new one. Surely you can do at least that?”

You shifted awkwardly, feeling as though you were missing something important in this conversation. The way Daniel stammered and agreed without a fuss despite looking like he’d rather be anywhere else unnerved you. An arm suddenly clasping your waist and pulling you flush against a warm body pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked up to find Andri’s golden gaze staring back at you. He dipped his head further down, whispering in your ear.

“It’s best if you let me call you lovely for now. Daniel is not the kind of man to really trust your name to, especially if you’re with me. He’s good with gems, but otherwise I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. But not to worry. I’ll keep you safe, lovely.”

You nodded slowly, but remained unsure throughout the time spent in the store. Daniel seemed more sweaty and nervous than some vile excuse for a human being. But his shifting eyes did clue you in to something more to the man than just a jeweler. Unfortunately, you failed to find a ring that suited you, leaving you downtrodden as you exited. It wouldn’t have truly replaced your ring, but it would have been better than nothing. But, compared to a ring you found on the ground, the prices on the jewel studded and engraved rings caused you to back off. It was one thing to buy clothing, it was another thing to buy a ring costing thousands of dollars simply to replace a relatively worthless one just to cover your finger.

Andri offered to bring you to other stores, but you declined, noticing Kevin seemed anxious to get back, and also not keen on driving to other stores only to balk at the prices over and over. He seemed dissatisfied, but drove you back regardless with an offer to take you out to dinner later in the week.

You asked Kevin if he wanted to go out like he asked for earlier in the vacation, but he begged off.

“How about later in the week? I’m sure you’re tired from the day we’ve had. I’m with putting it off for now. Maybe when Stephan takes Natalie and Anne to that bar they like so much? We could find another place and go then.”

You acquiesced, but continued to worry over how subdued he seemed as well as the man at the jewelry store for several days. It was confusing that Andri seemed the least affected despite all that had happened surrounding him. You were trying to give him a chance, but your suspicions convinced you to stay cautious around him from now on. He had remained quiet throughout your conversation with Kevin and almost immediately peeled back out onto the road after you had safely gotten out.

~~~~~

Andri could feel his horns coming out once more and his tail lashed violently in the air as his anger grew. Looking in the mirror revealed his eyes were already a steady scarlet red. He growled, feeling his nails lengthen and dig deep, jagged grooves into the porcelain of his sink. He had barely managed to make it home without giving away signs of his demonic nature.

The day had been going perfectly aside from the nuisance that tagged along. He got to see so many cute outfits on the little morsel and even showed he cared by going out of his way to find them a new ring to replace the one he took. Of course, he’d give it back as soon as they saw he was the superior choice, but then the arrogance of that nuisance.

The way that Kevin had truly believed himself worthy enough to go out alone with (Y/n). They were his, not Kevin’s, why couldn’t they see that!? He froze at that thought, tail stopping and claws slowly retracting. That was the problem wasn’t it. They didn’t know who they truly belonged too and so hadn’t refused Kevin. Glancing up at his reflection, he watched as his eyes faded back to their usual golden hue.

It was all so clear to him now. If they couldn’t see where they truly belonged without help, he would give that help to the cute, little morsel that caught and held his attention. A smirk spread across his features and he pulled his phone out. He had a few calls to make.

~~~~~

“Yeah! Let’s go!”

Natalie was practically bouncing down the hall, ahead of the rest of the group. Stephan laughed as she reached the elevator and bounced on her toes impatiently.

“Calm down, calm down. The bar’s not going anywhere.”

“Yeah, I know, but the sooner we go, the sooner these two get to enjoy each other!”

She gestured wildly at where you stood next to a nervous Kevin. You sighed, already seeing where Kevin’s mind was going as his grew redder.

“Stop making it sound like we’re going to have sex or something. We’re just hanging out.”

“Separate from us. Make sure you use protection~”

Kevin turned an even darker shade of red. You just shook your head, content to ignore her as Stephan scolded her and Anne giggled in the background. The parking lot was relatively quiet, and you swiftly tugged Kevin in the direction of the small bar a few blocks away while the others piled into the truck and Natalie and Anne shouted out to you as they drove past.

“Don’t do anything you might regret!”

You scoffed, waving them off as you continued to tug Kevin along. The walk remained relatively silent, while Kevin slowly relaxed. The bar was relatively quiet, which you had discovered with Stephan to have good food and drinks. So, you figured an informal dinner date would work with the suddenly shy Kevin.

You could feel the constant warmth emanating from him increase as he glanced at you. You snickered softly, watching as he ducked behind the menu the waitress had brought. As the night progressed, you chatted and laughed with him, watching him nearly choke on his food as his nerves tried to take over. You stayed at the bar for several hours, Kevin ordering more than a few drinks, but remaining mostly tipsy. As you left and started the slow walk back to the hotel, he managed to remain on a mostly straight path.

Kevin had definitely changed from the selfish brat he had been as a child. You felt that if he had gotten everything he wanted he would have turned out way differently, so maybe it was a good thing he tried to bully you into being his girlfriend that day, you even said as much to him. He groaned, pulling his hand from yours and burying his head in his hands. The tips of his ears a dark red, illuminated by the street lamps piercing through the gloom the alleyways seemed to ooze with.

“I’d really rather forget that.” He paused, lifting his head and looking steadfastly at you as he stopped and turned to face you. “But I suppose I’m glad I did too. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to meet you.”

He grabbed your hands, pulling you closer. Something shifted behind him. “(Y/n)! I’ve put this off long enough!” A soft clatter resounded and you attempted to keep eye contact with the earnest Kevin even as you sensed something approaching him and attempted to drag him along.

“Look, Kevin can this wait for a few minutes?”

“No! I have to tell you! I-“

Hands emerged from the darkness, grappling with Kevin. He struggled, eyes going wide before a thwack sounded and they dulled, slowly closing. You screamed as he was hefted over a shoulder, two huge men looming from the black, one with a bat clutched firmly in hand. However, as soon as they had arrived, they vanished, heading back into the gloom with Kevin’s comatose body.

You were about to run after them, or call someone, or, or, or. You could feel yourself panicking, close to simply sinking to the floor when your phone rang. Fumbling for it, you saw Natalie was calling.

“Natalie! What do I do! Someone just took Kevin!”

You stopped as an unfamiliar voice rang in your ears.

“Yeah, Natalie isn’t here. Neither is Stephan or Anne. If you want to them back girlie, I suggest you head to the address I’m sending you as fast as you can.”

A click resounded in your ears as they hung up. You went limp, only moving when the sound of a text went off. Taking in what was sent, your eyes hardened and you scrambled to your feet. You weren’t about to let your friends be hurt if you had anything to say about it. You started running, familiar enough with the surrounding areas to know where to go from here.

~~~~~

Alright, so you got lost after awhile, but gps remained your savior as it swiftly guided you to the correct destination. Some kind of storehouse for a casino franchise, mostly abandoned and apparently used mainly for the distribution of unlicensed drugs and alcohol, often under the disguise of a rave. However, tonight it was silent and mostly dark, letting in just enough light as you stumbled in to see all your friends; Natalie, Anne, Stephan, even Kevin, hung up from the rafters like glorified trophies. Some kind of chain, glowing an ominous purple wrapped around the rafters and down and around their bodies. And below them was not the thugs who took Kevin or even whoever spoke to you on the phone. You couldn’t understand what you were seeing.

“What is this?! Why are they strung up like that? Why did you do this?!”

A deep chuckle emanated from the broad chest of a man you thought you could trust. Only he wasn’t really a man anymore, not with the sharp horns, scarlet eyes, knife-like claws, and lashing tail. He only gestured to a seat across from him at which point you noticed the decks of cards innocently sitting on the table, with Daniel hovering over it, looking even more nervous and sweaty than he had been in the jewelry store. Your eyes narrowed, then widened in realization.

“You were the one I should have stayed wary of the whole time. Not this Daniel guy. He works for you doesn’t he?”

Andri tossed his head back, laughing as you grew ever more angry. Daniel shifted nervously, but drew out the decks and began shuffling with twitching fingers as Andri gestured at him.

“Of course he does little morsel. I supply his addiction, he gets to keep his job, and I get another helper. I’ll be honest that whole not trusting him thing was simply so I could start calling you lovely, lovely. In fact, most of the people you’ve met work for me, either knowing or unknowingly. That casino, the boutique, even most of the bars. Not that I used any of them to track you down. No, this little ring helped with that.”

He withdrew a ring from one of his jacket pockets, revealing the ring you had thought you’d lost. You lunged for it, slamming into the table and reaching up. But Andri held it tauntingly out of reach.

“Ah, ah, ah. If you want this or your friends back, you’re going to play a little game with me.”

You growled, hovering next to the chair, but not sitting in it.

“What sort of game?”

“Well, I do recall you saying you were good at cards, yes?”

“Yes?”

“Well, you said that you didn’t want to play with me. So, I figured I’d set this up, give you a reason to play. If Daniel here wins, we keep playing until one of us wins. I’ll even do a mandatory three wins to win it all if you so desire lovely~”

Daniel dealt out the cards, setting up his own cards before holding onto the rest of the deck as he waited out your interaction.

“...Why are you doing this? I was beginning to trust you, you could have just asked for a game?”

“Yes, I could have. But this is more fun and gives me way more of a payoff if I win.”

You cautiously sat down, but didn’t pick up your cards.

“And what do you get if you win, exactly?”

He laughed once more.

“Now you’re asking the fun questions. But, aren’t you curious about what you’ll win, if you do?”

“Of course I am, but you’re dodging the question. What will you get, and what will I get, in that order.”

“Oooh, I think I like how demanding you are. Gives me shivers~”

“Just get on with it!”

“Oh, fine. If I win, I get you.” The bluntness of his statement caused you to recoil, suddenly more afraid then angry of the demon across from you, even as he continued speaking. “And, if you win you get your ring back. Not that I wouldn’t give it to you once I have you, it looks much better on you than it does on me. Oh, right, and I suppose I’ll set your friends free as well. So, how about it? Do those terms work for you?”

He held out his hand, waiting for your acceptance of his terms. You hesitated, glancing at Daniel, who immediately looked away, up to your still unconscious friends, and back to the waiting hand. Seeing little else you could do, you took the hand, mindful of the claws that rested at the top of each slender finger, and shook it firmly.

He smiled, and picked up his cards. Your eyes narrowed, but you picked up yours as well. An ace and a 2 stared back at you.

“Hit me.”

Daniel slid a card over. A face card. Change the ace to a 1 to stay below 21.

“Hit me.”

Daniel slid a card over to Andri. His smile widened.

“Stay.”

You grumbled as he stopped.

“Hit me.”

One more card was slid your way. An 8.

“Stay.”

You flipped over your cards. 21 for you, 20 for Andri. Daniel flipped over his other card and drew one more. He ended up with 23. You won. You smiled, ready to get up and demand your friends back. However, Andri waved you back down.

“We’re doing three wins for it all. One win for one friend.”

“What? You didn’t say that before.”

“Oh? But I did say three wins to win them all.”

You growled, unable to dispute that. The cards were shuffled back and the next hand began. Andri won the next, but Daniel won after that. It didn’t count for either side, so another hand was dealt. Andri won once more. You managed to snag another win with a blackjack right out of the gate. One more win for either side would tip the balance. The cards were dealt.

A 10 and a face card. You had 20. You chose to stay.

“Hit me.”

Andri received another card.

“Hit me.”

One more was passed to him.

“Hit me.”

He paused.

“Stay.”

You flipped the cards over. Andri had 21. With a growing feeling of dread you glanced over. Daniel had a face card. He flipped the other over. One more face card. Andri had won. Your shoulders slumped and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. You hardly even noticed Daniel packing up the cards and scurrying out.

You buried your face in your hands, listening only to the sound of the scrape of a chair and the steady footsteps that circled the table and stopped behind your slouched back. Warm arms circled your shoulders, pulling you up and close to his chest. A claw tipped hand carefully slid your ring back on your finger, but you hardly cared to notice, too intent on what would happen to you and your friends. You ignored his hand lifting to your cheek, attempting to turn your face back in his direction in favor of looking up at your still comatose friends.

A low, warning growl rumbled through his chest, spreading into your back before you were turned around and pushed up against the table.

“Stop ignoring me! You lost, they should no longer matter to you! Now just stay still.”

“N-No!”

You pushed against his chest as he crushed you down against the table, slotting a knee between your legs to stop your kicking, and leaned down near your ear, tail wrapping around one of your ankles.

“Lovely, you really have to stop saying that word around me.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as he slid you further up onto the cold metal beneath you with one hand, the other carding through your hair, to forcefully meld your lips together. As he slid his tongue between your lips, delving deep, you heard a crunch and something heavy and wet seemed to hit the floor behind you. Adrenaline filled your veins, enabling you to push Andri up and turn over enough to see what had happened.

Your blood ran cold. While Natalie, Stephan, and Anne were still chained up, though the chains were even tighter than when you had first came, Kevin was on the ground, limbs at odd angles and frighteningly still. You sobbed as you watched the chains around Natalie tighten further, unable to move as Andri pushed you down, claws pressing lightly into your skin in warning and tail wrapped tightly around your ankle. Natalie groaned in pain, eyes fluttering, but still unconscious throughout the entire process.

“Stop it!”

You hardly realized you had said anything until your own voice echoed back to you and Andri’s chuckle filled your ear.

“But why should I? You’d just try to go back to them and they’d try to take you away. Not unless I wiped their memory, gave them new ones where you and that boy walked down the wrong alley. But why would I do that when I can kill them here and keep you for myself?”

You huffed, hardly able to stay above the table as he pressed you down further onto the cold table as the chains began tightening once again. You shook your head, hardly able to accept where this vacation had turned to, but seeing little else you could do to fix it. Hanging your head, you quietly uttered your own damning words.

“Fine. Let them go and I’ll stay with you. That’s what you want, right?”

Everything went silent, the pained groans from Natalie cut off, as did the sound of clinking chains and quiet laughter from behind you. You flinched as you felt Andri nuzzle into your neck, relaxing on top of you, but no less imposing as he cooed lovingly into your hair.

“Oh, lovely. It’s fantastic that you’ve realized saying no will take you nowhere. I’ll take good care of you~ And don’t worry about your friends, I’ll make sure they head home with the bad news completely unharmed. And I’m sure Alexia has already gotten everything I bought for you from that hotel.”

He picked you up carefully, like you would break if he was too rough. Natalie, Stephan, and Anne were mostly ignored, only acknowledged as he lowered them, and placed a glowing hand on their heads before tossing them carelessly through a black portal that opened just behind them. He held you easily in one hand while he did so, before he began to head out of the storehouse, shifting your limp body so you were held firmly in a bridal carry.

You could only watch as the dead body of one of your closest friends was left still and silent on the floor of the large, empty storehouse. Any tears you shed were swiftly kissed away as the demon holding you continued to coo over you, tail wagging violently.

“You’ll love my place. Well, I suppose it’s our place now. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it~ I’m there after all.”

I’ll be honest. Part of this was just wanting to make the spoiled brat that is Andri realize he’s suddenly in love with someone who doesn’t necessarily love or want him back. And all the ways he fails to cope with or maybe even recognize the full depths of his feelings.

Mx is a gender neutral way of saying something along the lines of miss or mr. Figured I would start attempting to write a gender neutral reader, so that way I’m not excluding anyone. It’s a little harder than I thought it would be.

Super basic blackjack rules(hit or stand): Getting 21 with the first two cards is called blackjack, if you go over 21 you bust and lose which means the dealer wins no matter what they have, hit means you get another card, stand means you stick with what you have, whoever is closest to 21 wins, face cards are worth 10, ace is either 1 or 11.

#yandere #yandere demon #yandere x reader #yandere demon x reader

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darkestcorners · 3 years ago

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raven | yandere!jungkook au

— pairing: cult leader!jungkook x reader ( f )

— genre: yandere, angst, smut

— warnings: 18+, NON-CON , S/A, triggering themes, arranged marriage ( sort of ), obsessive & unhealthy behavior, manipulation, supernatural themes, gore and violence, blood, mentions of child sacrifice, mentions of rituals & the occult, mentions of religion, jk is just a straight up menace in this im sorry

— word count: 15k

summary : There’s an evil that lurks in your village but you’re convinced it has noting to do with the sweet baker’s son you are meant to marry.

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The shift in the air was felt instantly, like a black cloud summoning from beneath the mountains ahead. Yet the sky was clear as ever, the sun bathing you completely.

You gripped the basket in your hands tighter, not being able to shake away the dreadful feeling that came over you. There was many dangers in the forest, but there also many dangers in the village, people had grown desperate over the years.

The immense poverty had struck your home even more brutally than the other neighboring villages. It was not rare for thieves to linger behind the shadows, waiting to strike and snatch up the little food you had managed to gather.

Luckily for you, most people wouldn’t bother to steal what you were carrying. There was only a handful of berries, alongside some herbs for some tea to make for your father tonight. He had been having terrible body aches and you had little to no knowledge on remedies but an old woman had told you about certain herbs that were found far south of the forest, not too deep in but if you followed a distinct path that had been carved out and layered with stones, you would come across the desired bushes that grew various gifted plants.

The wind had picked up, growing slightly colder and your ears were alert, listening to how it rattled through the tall trees that surrounded you. The sudden sound of cawing made your head look upwards, your gaze landing on a raven that flew above your head. The cawing continued and your curious nature watched the black feathered bird fly lower, turning its wings downwards. Your eyebrows knit together as you watch it turn around, headed dangerously close to your head.

Instinctively, you duck your head and stumble to the side, afraid that the creature had somehow mistaken you for its prey.

It flies past you, obnoxiously cawing one last time before you watch it disappear behind the trees.

You huff, finally turning back around and continue to walk down the stoned path with the basket you nearly dropped on the ground from the stumble you took.

Your eyes soon met the small cottage that belonged to your father, and you slowed your pace just a bit when you noticed him standing outside with a worried expression on his face. His eyebrows were pinched together, his wrinkled face giving away the clear distress he was in and for a moment, you wondered if he was feeling ill.

“Father?” You called out, not that you needed to grab his attention, his eyes had already been locked on your figure the moment you had noticed him.

“Where were you? I’ve told you I don’t like you wandering off into those woods.” Your father stressed and you glanced behind your shoulder, your steps quickening towards him.

“I was just picking some herbs, don’t worry.” You gave him a sheepish smile, holding up the basket in your hands and his face relaxed.

You knew he was referring to the many lives the woods had claimed over the years but there had not been any sudden disappearances in months. The last girl that had not returned from her evening walk was believed to have gotten lost or died due to the cold cruel weather that tended to fall against the village in late December.

Yujin. She had not been a close friend but you had practically seen the girl grow up, she was just a few years younger than yourself. There wasn’t a day that went by where you wouldn’t see her wandering around the village.

It was tragedy, her father and brother had spent weeks searching for her, and her mother had spent months praying for her return but all hope was lost when one of the village boys had come across one of her boots up deep in the forest. With dried blood tainted on the material. An animal had likely feasted on her before anyone was able to find her body.

“I need you to stop by the bakery for me.” Your father tells you, running his hand down your shoulder gently before giving you a stern look.

“But be careful, come back before night falls.”

Your nerves spiked up slightly when the baker’s son crosses your mind. You had avoided going to the bakery lately, fearing that your frequent visits would be perceived wrongly by your father. It was no secret he wished for you to wed soon, and of course the first suitor in mind was none other than the well known baker’s son.

“Just a slice of bread, right?” You reply hesitantly.

“It’s all we can afford. This winter isn’t going to treat us well.” Your father grunted with a discouraging grin before going to open the cottage door.

You give him a final nod before you make your way towards the familiar route that led you towards the nearby bakery. The village had reduced in population over the recent years, you had remembered it being much more lively but as time passed, more and more people had headed up north with no return. They went to seek out better jobs in more populated areas and some even reached the capital. Although word was that a lot were met with the same unfortunate luck .

The few children that ran around your were enough to temporarily lighten the gloomy atmosphere and you were thankful for that. You smiled as you saw the two young ones skip pass you, their fits of giggles ringing throughout the air.

Your eyes fell upon the many stacks of breads and pastries laid out in front of you as you came to a slow stop in front of the bakery stand. The smell of it instantly sent a rumble to your empty stomach.

“The usual?” You lifted your head up to meet the dark doe-eyed gaze of the boy that had burdened your mind for far too long.

He gave his usual friendly smile, the one that made his nose scrunch up in the most endearing way. It always made your heart flutter despite the lack of feelings you tried to have towards him.

“Jungkook,” You greeted with a smile of your own.

It wasn’t as if there was anything wrong with Jungkook, in fact, he almost seemed too perfect for you. He was handsome, hard working and well-mannered. His father and him had moved here just a few months ago, and in that short amount of time they had already established a positive and stable job for themselves. His father was an excellent baker, and while there wasn’t much to compare him to, it was obvious he had earned the rightful title of the local baker of your village. He was generous with many struggling families and children, and his son was no different.

“Just one.” You whispered, pointing towards the loaf of bread on the rack while you held the silver coin tightly in your palm.

“You know it’s always two for you, little bride.” Jungkook said with a half smirk, ignoring your request and sliding you over two loafs of bread. You tried not to squirm over the nickname, it was always made your cheeks heat up. He had called you that from the moment he first saw you, referring to the all white attire you had been wearing and it soon became an ongoing inside joke between the two of you due to the fact that you happened to nearly always favor being in white clothing.

As more time passed though, he had also hinted at the obvious desire to court you and make you his bride.

You never took it seriously, just mindless flirting that you didn’t mind from a good looking man but it soon started to look more like a reality when your father had taken notice in the interest Jungkook had taken in you ever since he arrived here.

It made you feel burdened. You weren’t naive enough to think that you could escape marriage forever, it was what was expected of you and any young girl your age. However, the thought of it still frightened you deeply, you would have to leave your father behind and go live with someone who you only spent limited time with for the rest of your life. Besides, you worried most for your father’s health, your absence would leave him vulnerable to illnesses.

You just wished you had more of a say in the matter.

When you went to hand him over the coin, Jungkook gave you a knowing look.

“You should know better by now that I won’t accept that.” He said in a lower tone, bending closer to you over the racks.

“I’m afraid you’re going to run your father out of business if you keep doing that.”

“I only do it for you.” Jungkook assured you with another teasing grin as he leaned back away and his eyes traveled down to your basket.

“I saw you walking towards the woods earlier.” He comments, raising an eyebrow in concern. “You must be careful, there’s been rumors.”

You knit your eyebrows in confusion as you slid the loafs of bread inside your basket.

“What kind of rumors?”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds in silence, pursing his lips.

“Of rituals being performed.”

His words did little to ease your curiosity, you frowned as you waited for him to elaborate. You only prayed it wasn’t what you was poking at the back of your head.

“..Many think there’s a witch among us, my father said there’s talk of her performing rings of fire and luring children into the forest.”

“What?” You ask with wide eyes.

It wasn’t uncommon for there to be rumors of witches but you never actually brought yourself to believe in one ever being close to you. The idea itself frightened you, you had heard tales of them ever since you were a little girl, your parents had always warned you of their ill intentions and sadist ways. Of course, the church had also feared them performing rituals and sacrifices and always advise you to stray away from anyone who even looked like they indulged themselves in sinful acts.

“But there hasn’t been any children that have gone missing..” You shook your head in deep thought, letting yourself glance towards the direction the group of young kids had just passed by you.

Jungkook tilted his head to the side, lips setting into a straight line.

“Witches don’t tend to take children right away..they gain their trust, bewitch them until they follow them blindly .” He says, eyeing the direction in which you had settled your gaze in.

His words only installed more worry in you.

“God, that’s terrible.” You held onto the cross around your neck, reciting a muted prayer. “Saints must protect us.”

Jungkook watched you, not uttering a word in response as he simply nodded. If you had been paying closer attention, you would of noticed his focused look on your necklace slowly turn into a sharp glare.

But you didn’t.

“If only saints could protect us from all evil..” Jungkook whispered with a tight lipped smile.

“You must be careful, you shouldn’t trust anyone around you.. at least not right now.” He added carefully, a concerned expression taking over his youthful features.

You take in his advice, silently agreeing with him as your mind wondered off to few other women in your village. Instantly, you grew a bit suspicious of them but you knew it wasn’t wise to voice out any of your doubts. In your paranoid state, anything could appear odd and you didn’t want to be the cause of convicting an innocent soul to a cruel punishment.

Your eyes trailed down Jungkook’s figure, he was wearing his usual attire. Long sleeves as always, but they did little shield the obvious large built and muscles underneath. It was hard not to stare but you forced the inappropriate thoughts out of your head.

“I better get going, my father told me not to be long.”

Jungkook lips tilted when you abruptly looked away from him, clearly taking notice in your lingering stare.

“Thank you for the bread as always.” You mumbled out hurriedly and turned to leave but his voice made you halt your movements.

“Wait, do you want me to walk you home? It’s already getting dark.” He reasoned behind you and you glanced to see him taking off his apron already.

The sun was indeed making its grand exit, scurrying behind the evergreen mountains and causing the sky to become decorated in orange hues.

“It’s really okay, it’s not a long walk.” You told him but you already you lost the battle, Jungkook was always a complete gentleman and you knew he would not rest until he made sure you made it home safely.

It was moments like this you began to wonder if being wed to him would not be so bad after all. However, your own selfish desires to remain free of the responsibility that awaited you once married always won over instead.

He came to walk beside you, his tall height towering over you slightly as you both made your way down towards your cottage house.

It was silent for a couple of minutes but it was not an uncomfortable type of silence. You were surprised by how comforting his presence was and how safe you felt with him by your side.

“I just realized, I’ve never visited your house.” You voice out, the question was subtle but you hoped he caught onto it. The truth was that you didn’t even know where Jungkook and his father lived, or even in what direction their cottage was.

He smiled, looking down at you before he turned his gaze up ahead again.

“Does that bother you? You will become quite familiar with it once we have wed.”

You almost trip over air once you completely take in his words and you flash him an incredulous look.

“Stop talking nonsense.” You let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head from side to side in embarrassment.

His steps slowed down as he gave you another grin, turning to face you completely.

“I’m serious, you know how much I like you.” He shifted his face over to the side, finally trapping your gaze that was trying to avoid his desperately.

You stared into his dark eyes, the glint in them was unreadable to you despite his sweet and sincere tone. It made your stomach dip with uncertainty but you couldn’t deny the warmth it brought you as well.

“You have not let my mind be at rest every since I first saw you, little bride.” He confesses, eyes scanning over your taken back expression.

“You don’t mean that.” You reply in a light tone , you remembered that day you first saw him a couple of months ago. The first day of June, it was just the start of the long summer months and his unfamiliar face caused temporary gossip throughout the village. Mostly among the other young girls, he became well-known before they had even opened the bakery.

It was hard to ignore him, he had been the first person you had seen on the way over to well that day. His eyes had not left you for a moment, and he had wasted no time in skipping over to introduce himself.

“I do.” He insisted with a more serious expression, his eyes softened as he looked down almost shyly.

“I mean, I really do care for you. I would only hope you could one day reciprocate my feelings.” He finished in a whisper, frowning a bit.

The wounded look on his face reminded you of a puppy, it made your heart sink instantly. The last thing you wished was hurting his feelings. Not after all his noble acts towards you.

“Please, don’t be offended.” You reach out to grab his hand, squeezing it.

The action brought his eyes back up to you, surprise coating his face.

“I just mean that I find it hard to open my heart up to someone so quickly.” You explain, raising both your eyebrows to emphasize your point.

Jungkook stared at you, a slow blink breaking his steady gaze on you.

“It’s been months though.” He blurted out, a pout forming on his lips that caused you to let out an unexpected giggle.

You weren’t prepared to hear his straight forward response,the way he had said it reminded you of a child instead of a grown man.

His face lit up at the sound of your laughter, showcasing his perfect wide smile that formed wrinkles at the side of his eyes.

“I suppose you’re right.” You state, laughter dying towards the end of your sentence.

You felt him squeeze your hand back, his thumbs lightly caressing the top of your hand. It was as if you had indirectly accepted an unofficial proposal. It felt like you did. Something about the way he was looking at you now felt too invasive, it was the look of a lover and while your heart was beating rapidly at the sight of his awestruck face, there was still a hesitance on your part to fully give yourself away.

It was the stubborn need to hold onto a part of yourself you were too scared to let go of just yet.

The perfect suitor was standing right in front of you, a man that many girls would envy you courting.

So, why was it so hard for you to accept your fate?

—-

You twisted and turned in your bed, shivering as you tugged the thin blanket tighter around your frame. The howling wind outside rattled your window, you were afraid it would break at any moment, the wind was too angry tonight. Your room felt as if it might as well be outside, skin feeling almost numb. No matter how much you closed your eyes, sleep didn't greet you. Your head felt heavy, unable to let you escape from your more than anxious reality and refusing to whisk you away to the dreams that promised a temporary relief.

A sudden pungent smell was what awoke you completely. It had distracted you enough to lift your head up, your eyes searching the dark room.

It was the smell of fresh bread, almost sweet as if someone was baking pies of some sort. You knitted your eyebrows in confusion. It definitely couldn’t be your father, he must’ve been in a deep sleep by now. You heard nothing that indicated he was in the kitchen, no sounds of any pans or pots rustling. Just silence, and the whistling winds outside. Not to mention, your father never cooked and much less baked.

You sat up, throwing your covers off your body despite the cold chill that sent shivers down every part of you. Your eyes left your door and trailed over to your window. Could the smell be coming from outside? It was unlikely, the next cottage was too far from your own and you doubted you would be able to smell anything from so far away. You never had up until now. But where else could it be coming from?

Lifting yourself off the bed, your bare feet tip toed over to your window. You would be insane to open it at this moment, if you thought it was cold now, the violent winds on the other side would humble you quickly. But as always, your curiosity got the best of you and as the smell lingered in the air, you couldn’t resist. You pulled open the window, the ice cold air hitting your face in an instant. You knitted your brows, the pitch black sky glared back at you and your eyes searched the empty space ahead of you. You didn’t know exactly what you were looking for but it was no surprise that there was in fact not a single thing in front of you.

Then you heard it.

For a second, you thought you were indeed dreaming. The soft hums rang in your ears, as if they were singing along to some melody. You didn’t hear the voice sing any actual words, you could only hear the persistent humming getting louder and louder. You stepped away from the window and tilted your head. Had you officially gone insane? There was no soul in sight, the lonely night was the only thing that looked back at you.

Where was the voice coming from? It was neither too high or too deep. Just truly enchanting. Your eyes stayed glued to the forest, there was no way it could be coming from there, right? Surely you were hearing things.

However the humming didn’t go away, seconds passed , minutes even and the sound still rung heavily in your ears. As if it was calling to you, your head felt light all of a sudden. The forest had never looked as inviting as it did now, it was all you could focus on. You didn’t seem to mind the icy air that came twirling through the window and entering your bedroom.

“Y/n..”

You gasped, jumping back in fright. You whipped your head around, searching for the sudden voice that had called your name. You were expecting your father by your door but the empty space proved you wrong.

Had you gone insane?

Frozen in place, you stared blankly at your dark room that held the presence of nobody but yourself. Yet why did you feel like you were not alone?

Your face soon dropped when you took another deep breath, the once delicious smell of bread was slowly disappearing but in its place came the scent of something rancid. It was unlike anything you had ever smelled in your life, it was almost too unbearable.

Nausea washed over you, you held your hand over your nose and mouth as you took a glance back towards the window. Once again, there was nothing that could have hinted where the scent was coming from but it was so terrible that you could only wonder if anyone else had been awoken from their deep slumber to investigate it.

It smelt like rotting flesh.

In fear of gagging from the revolting smell, you were quick to step away from the window, not even noticing how closely you had been attached to it. Your hands reached to close it and you once again struggled against the strong winds but finally managed to shut it after few stubborn attempts.

You let out a breath, the smell still heavy in your nostrils but what had gone away completely was the humming. You realized how silent it was all of a sudden and you wondered if you had imagined the voice calling out your name. It couldn’t be, right? The ugly childhood tales of wickedness haunted your mind again. Your fingers trembled slightly as you came to grip your cross around neck, pressing your lips to it.

A yelp left you when an abrupt thump broke against your window. You flinched to the side, your eyes inspecting the wood that covered the open space.

You swallowed, taking a step towards the window again and against your better judgement, you opened it once again to investigate the sound. You squinted at the freezing wind and looked downwards instantly.

Lying on the ground was a dead raven.

The darkness that surrounded in that moment felt anything but comforting, a slight chill traveled down your spine but this time it wasn't due to the coldness of the night.

—-

The next morning you woke up tired, your body aching from your impulsive actions that had led you to practically freeze to death the previous night. The lack of sleep hadn’t helped. You forced yourself to forget what had happened, blaming it on your own delusions. You still felt unsure if it was perhaps a dream after all, a quite vivid one at that but still just a figment of your own imagination.

You blamed on the rumors that had surged over the past days, what Jungkook had told about the possible witch amongst your villagers.

There was no possible explanation other than your own paranoia creating a scenario of your deepest nightmares.

So you went about your morning, you finished tying the shoelaces on your boots when you heard the sound of two voices talking outside your bedroom door. You paused your actions, your eyes now glued to your door.

You got up from your bed swiftly, walking over to it and creaking it open. Peaking your head out, you instantly saw a familiar attractive face seated at your kitchen table.

Jungkook.

What was he doing here? A part of you already feared you knew the answer to that question.

The moment you stepped outside your room and crossed the small space towards the kitchen, Jungkook had already taken notice in your presence. He immediately lifted himself off his seat, slightly bowing towards you.

“Good morning, little bride.” He greets you, his hair was slightly damp, signaling he had likely just finished bathing himself moments before coming here. His long dark locks resting just above his neck.

Everything about him resembled a prince in that moment. Despite his casual fitted long sleeved dark shirt and pants that gave away no evident status or wealth, something about his presence was enchanting and gripping.

You turned towards your father, your eyes asking him the silent question. His wrinkled face held a delighted expression but you didn’t miss the tense smile his lips formed.

“Jungkook has come to ask me for your hand in marriage, I assume you are not the least bit surprised by this.” Your father spoke with a chuckle, his smile widening when he took a glance towards the man across from him.

Your stomach dropped at the revelation, of course you had been expecting it but somehow it had not truly sunk in until now. There was always a chance that Jungkook would change his mind, that he would find you far too frigid and boring for his liking.

Clearly that had not been the case.

“M-Marriage?” You say, forcing a smile out but your eyes still refused to meet your soon to be husband. Your hands came to fold in front of you, your body stiffening slightly.

The most conflicting emotions were running through you.

“Yes, you are to be wed in a few weeks.” Your father stated as he stood up, making his way beside Jungkook. He gripped his shoulder before giving it a pat. It looked amusing for a second, your father’s petite build beside him made him look frail despite you always thinking your father had a rather strong built for his older age.

You bit your lip nervously, not knowing what to say so you simply said nothing.

“Are you not happy?” Jungkook’s voice rang in your ears but it took you a moment to finally lift up your chin to fully face him. Your eyes caught his in an instant, that doe-eyed look staring back at you but this time his eyes were desperately awaiting your response. An uncertain look was behind them. He seemed just as nervous as you, almost looking afraid of your reaction.

“I-”

“That doesn’t matter, does it? After all, I know what’s best for my daughter and I have the last word on the matter.” Your father cut in with a firm look sent your way, silencing your next words before you had even fully spoke them.

“I trust that she will be in good hands, she’s of age. Even a bit overdue some would say.” Your father added teasingly at the end and it brought another insincere smile to your lips. You simply hung your head in acceptance, not even noticing the tears beginning to brim at your eyes.

Jungkook didn’t spare your father a glance but his words seemed to satisfy him enough because his face relaxed, a warm smile tugging his lips as he stepped towards you. You hold your breath as he stands in front of you, his welcoming presence suddenly intimidating you for a reason you couldn’t explain.

He brought your chin up, thumb caressing the side of your jaw.

“Soon you will be mine, little bride.”

Ever since your engangement, you had been actively avoiding Jungkook. It wasn’t something you would ever admit, and certaintly not to your father but you had been spending most of the days stuck inside your room. You had not gone to the bakery once this week, and you had not even seen Jungkook’s father ever since he had stopped by later that same day Jungkook had asked for your hand. He seemed happy enough, more than happy by the news. You knew Jungkook’s father was kind from what you had seen of him and you should be feeling lucky to have him as a future father in law. However, no matter how smoothly things had went for you, it seemed so unfair to not even have a say in the person you were meant to spend the rest of your life with.

Your father had practically given you away as if you were cattle.

It had stung, the way he had not even given you a chance to ask you about your true feelings. You knew it wasn’t anything unusual, fathers always had the last say, it was the way it always had been. Yet you were foolish to think your tight and close bond with your father would make you an exception. That he would somehow value your opinion on such a serious matter, that he wouldn’t so easily hand you over.

Ever since your mother had passed away when you were a little girl, you had been attached to your father greatly. You feared life would take him away from you and leave you to fend for yourself with nobody’s love or protection. Your father was a simple carpenter, and while you had grown up struggling, he always managed to take care of you and never let you go hungry. Your father had also never remarried, you often wondered why but you let yourself believe it was due to the great love he had held for your mother. Perhaps, he truly never managed to let himself find another like her.

It made you believe he had also attached himself to you, that you were the last thing he had of her so he wouldn’t so easily let you go to the first man who he charmed him.

In reality, none of should have shocked you. Your father had evidently been fond of Jungkook since he had first arrived to the village, he had told you about how charming and nice the baker’s son was nearly everyday.

You let out a sigh as you leaned back against the cottage door, your eyes were settled on the forest but you soon felt something hit the side of your feet, causing you to flinch your head towards the object.

A leather ball sat by your feet.

“Sorry!” You hear the small voice of a young boy say, you turn to eye the small child and flash him a smile.

“It’s alright.”You reply, bending down to pick the ball. His small boots padded against the ground, running directly towards you with such speed that he nearly ran right into your legs.

You hand him over the ball and watch as he gives you a regreful look, reaching out to take it. As he holds it against his chest, his eyes soon are glued to your own chest which causes you to glance down. Your cross necklace hangs from your neck and you’re confused to realize that the little boy seems to be glaring directly at it.

“Is something wrong?” You question.

His round eyes meet yours before they narrow back to your necklace, his face scrunching up in disgust.

“You shouldn’t be wearing that.”

His words leave you stunned for a moment, your mouth hanging then closing rapidly as you think about what to respond to such a comment.

“W-What?” You stutter, breaking out into an uncomfortable laugh.

You think that he’s messing with you for a second but his face remained void of any amusement. There was no trickery in his eyes, just pure disdain.

“I said you shouldn’t be wearing that.” The little boy repeats louder, scowling at you as an empty look takes over his eyes. “He doesn’t like it.”

He.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you frown down at him, you tried to swallow down the strange feeling that came over you in that insant.

“Who’s he?” You ask him with an evident shake in your voice.

The little boy continued to glare at your cross, as if it was physically disturbing him. He doesn’t answer your question, he simply gives you one final look before darting towards the woods. His impulsive action sends you into another panic, watching as his small legs work their way incredbily fast towards the countless tall trees ahead and soon enough, his small figure dissapeares amongst the wilderness.

“Wait!” You call out to him, looking around to see if anyone else happens to be near you to call out for help. You wonder where his mother could have been and how mortified she would be to find out her son had just sprinted towards the infamous woods everyone had been warned to not enter, much less vulnerable children.

A frustrated groan leaves you as you run after him,forcing your legs to catch up to him before he is in too deep. These woods were hard to navigate and he would be lost in no time if he wanders too far off. Your breath hitches as you make your way through the wide spread of greenery, branches and leaves snapping underneath your boots. Your eyes are dead set on finding his small figure but they fail to locate him in the midst of the fog that has settled and contiues growsmore with each step you take. Your eyes squint through the white mist that makes it all much more difficult.

“Where are you!” You yell out in desperation.

No voice responds, there is an unsettling silence instead.

You are forced to slow down when you feel the burn in your chest, your heavy breathing turning into slight wheezing. Your heart thumps in your ears as you look around you, noticing how you are recongizing where you are less and less. You could only pray that the fog clears up, the cloud-like appearance making it impossible to fully make out the paths before you.

Where could he have went? Where was he even going to begin with?

Questions fill your mind as you take cautious steps further into the forest, you’re not sure which direction your are headed towards anymore. You wrap your hands around yourself, your eyes hyperfocused on every little movement around you.

But you what catches your attention is something you wished to have never come across.

Your eyes land on a red substance on the dirt ground beneath you. It was a puddle.

Blood.

You nearly step on it but you see it right on time to dodge it. You shift to the side, nearly tripping over at the sight.

There was a puddle of blood in front of you.

Unable to fully comprehand what it indicates, your mind seems to be in a complete daze as you stare at it.

You hold in your gasp as you see the trail it leads to. A perfectly straight trail of blood leading into the fog.

It seems like hours pass before you decide to take a step forward. Everything in you was telling you to run back, to run away from this but your body felt like it was floating. It was as if a string was pulling you towards it, like a puppet being tugged towards her puppetmaster. Your eyes were unable to leave the trail of blood as you blindly followed it, the smell of iron quickly hitting your nostrils. You cringed at the scent, your stomach aching in discomfort.

Your heart had not stopped beating rapidly, your chest rising and falling with every step you took.

In your focused state, you had not even notice the black bird that had been following you closely above you. His wings flapping against the eerie and humid atompshere.

There was a figure in the near distance, you could make it out from where you stood. It was small, like that of a child and your heart nearly bust at the sight.

“Hello!” You cry out towards it, fully expecting to see the little boy who had foolishly ran inside these woods in front of you and you did see him with the next step you took.

But he surely didn’t see you.

Those round big eyes he had glared at your necklace with were no longer there. Instead, there were sockets, empty sockets of where his eyes used to be. Blood dripped down his chubby cheeks as he stood stiffly in front of you, not even the immense fog could hide the gruesome image of his face.

A scream left your lips at the terrifying sight, your body flinging backwards and onto the ground.

Right into the pool of blood.

You couldn’t even bother to pay any mind to the liquid smearing your dress and skin, instead you continue to stare in horror at the little boy with no eyes. He had not moved an inch, his body remaining still as his lips widened into a full smile.

The disturbing act brought a new wave of horror into you, your body backing away instantly as your hands moved back against the dirt in an attempt to put as much possible distance between you and the young chiild. Then, the sound of a loud cry hit your ears, making your head flinch upwards. Your eyes met the sight of a raven sitting on a tree branch above you, his long beak opening and closing as the obnoxious screaming continued to ring throughout the space.

“Stop!” You pleaded at the creature, as if it would listen to your distressed state and take pity in you.

The screams only continued and your fingers dug against the soil, forcing you to regain balance in order to stand on your feet and run but a pair of boots soon came into your view , making you stop your movements completely.

“Little bride.” Jungkook’s familiar voice broke you out of your misery, and you just about broke your neck when you looked up towards him. He stood over you with a concerned expression over his face, his eyes trailing down your figure in suspiscion.

How did you not hear him approach you?

Where had he come from?

“J-Jungkook, please help.” You wail at him and his hands come to instnantly grip your forearms, pulling you up onto your feet. His hands don’t let go, holding you close to him as he shushes your cries but you refuse to look back towards the little boy.

“H-He has no eyes! We must find help!” You sob against him, gripping the material of his thin shirt as you shake your head in terror. Your eyes are tightly shut, trying your hardest to get the image out of your head as you tremble against his arms. When you notice him not moving or saying a word to you, you shake his shoulder, urging him to walk forwards.

“Jungkook! You must help the little boy!” You cry out again, completely breaking down as you more tears stream down your face.

“Y/n.” He speaks slowly, gripping your shoulders as he lowers his face the yours. Despite the blurry vision that awaits, your force your eyes to open.

“There’s no child here.”

His words made your blood run cold. You looked at him, refusing to accept what he had just said to you. You begin to shake your head in denial, knitting your eyebrows as you point behind you, still refusing to turn your neck.

“N-No, what are you talking about? There’s a little boy there, he has no eyes!” You repeat, your hand shaking as you continue to point but Jungkook simply stares at you, eyeing the direction you keep signaling towards. His eyes are calm but you can see the growing concern in them.

“Little bride, calm down. There’s nobdy there.” He tells you gently, his hands running down your shoulders soothingly but you pull away from his grip.

“No! T-There’s blood on me! Don’t you see-”

The words die on your lips the moment you take a look down at yourself, your clothes is clean of any blood. No red liquid taints your skin or dress, just dirt from your unpleasant fall. You swallow thickly, your mouth going dry at what you’re seeing.

Jungkook is studying you carefully, he’s looking at you as if you’re a fragile doll that’s moments away from breaking apart right in front of him.

“What blood, little bride?” He speaks in a deep whisper , eyes trailing down your ripped sleeves and exposed neckline.

It’s a rhetorical question, it’s clear in the way he says it. Your eyes dart around you, trying to figure out what had just occurred. There was no way you could explain this.

“I swear, I saw it.” You stress, your teary gaze catching his worrying one.

Jungkook bites his lower lip, bringing his hand against your shoulder again.

“We need to get you home.”

Did he believe you?

Another terrifying thought fills your head.

“The witch..” You say , your bottom lip wobbling. “ It has to be the witch.”

You recall back to what he had said to you, to the sightings of a ring of fire in the forest, to the luring of children.

“A little boy ran into the forest, I-I followed him here.”

“That’s what they do , isn’t it?” You question anxiously, desperate to find an answer to soothe your scattered brain. “ Can..Can they cause illusions?”

Jungkook fell silent, licking his lips as he brought his dark eyes back to you.

“Yes,” He drawls out, eyeing the space behind you again. “Spells can be used to cause many different illusions, to torment those they desire to play with.”

You nod, your breaths still uneven and far too unsteady.

“May God protect us.” You say as the realization that you might have fallen victim to black magic settles in. You felt your skin crawl at the mere thought, the sinister act shook you to your core.

Again, if you had been paying better attention you of taken notice in the wickedness behind your soon to be lover’s eyes, and the way he seemed to suppress a laugh at your words.

“I must get you home, you’re freezing.” Jungkook insists, bringing your attention back to him. His hands came to hold you again, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he slowly guided you forwards and through the darkening forest. You didn’t protest, welcoming his warmth and safety. Somehow, his presence made you believe you were safe from all the dangers that creeped around you, from every bit of sinister words that were spoken in the language of the dead and damned.

“You know, they say witches often rarely prey on the weak minded.”

You steal a glance at him, his eyes don’t meet yours but you could tell he could feel your eyes on him.

“It would be far too easy, they settle most of their attention on those they see as a challenge, those they think they can corrupt.”

You didn’t ever consider yourself to be particularly strong minded. In fact, most times you found yourself to be too complicit in order to always uphold the peace. It was the way you had been raised, to listen and not rebel against those who knew better than you, to your elders and parents. To be meek and sit by like a lady should.

What you were was stubborn, incredibly stubborn in your own personal thoughts and beliefs. While you may have never outwardly voiced them, your mind had always been fixed and rigid in nature. You suppose your faith was what Jungkook may have been referring to, you were never one to give into temptation and sin, not even when it was a single grasp away.

“Saints protect us, we must trust they will always save us from harm and evil.” Your fingers came to touch the cross on your neck, remembering the strange reaction it had evoked from the little boy.

His face was still terribly marked in your mind.

“Of course. As long as you keep believing that, no harm will come your way.” Jungkook responded, tightening his grip on your shoulder.

Your body felt weak, your muscles tense yet your limbs felt like they would detach from you at any moment. You could feel a thick layer of sweat on your forehead despite the cold weather. Instinctively, you let your head drop against Jungkook’s chest, eyes threatening to fall shut. You didn’t protest when you felt his arms underneath your legs, lifting you up and carrying you against him as he took hurried steps through the forest.

Your eyes blinked slowly, everything around you felt fuzzy but when you gripped Jungkook’s shirt material around your fingers, tugging the top of it slightly down unintentionally, you didn’t miss the dark writings of ink on the top of his bicep.

—-

When you awoke the next morning, your father was by your side. You twisted, feeling the familiar bedsheets underneath you and you swiftly lifted your head up in shock.

Had you passed out in Jungkook’s arms?

“My dear, be careful.” Your father scolded, pushing you back down against the pillows. His face was twisted into a deep scowl, wrinkling the space between his eyes.

You looked down, still unnerved to find that you indeed had no blood on you, no evidence of what you had endured in the forest. It was starting to resemble a terrible nightmare, and you didn’t like how unclear and fuzzy the memory was. The images were still vivid yet it felt so distant, you couldn’t explain the feeling. Not to mention, your entire drowsy state felt so out of place, like something you had never felt before, not even when you had fallen ill in the past.

“What did I tell you about going into those woods?” Your father told you with a disappointing look as he sighed.

Taking a look around , you were half expecting to see Jungkook here beside your father but he wasn’t. Your curious eyes met your father once again.

“Jungkook had to leave, he insisted on staying until you woke but he needed to tend to the bakery so I practically forced him out the door.” Your father answered your doubts.

You instantly felt bad, already feeling guilty for what you had put him through. He must’ve of been so taken back by the state he found you in, you still wondered how he had even managed to find you or how he knew where you had been. Perhaps he had seen you sprint towards the forest like he had last time. Embarrassment washed over you the more thought of what he must have thought of you, had his perspective of you changed? You couldn’t say you would blame him. Nobody would want to wed such an insane woman.

However, you knew it was unlikely he thought negatively of you. He seemed more worried than frightened when he had found you. After all, he was the one to warn you of the apparent evil that had come to the village and of the said witch. You knew he had believed you when you told him what you had seen.

He had to.

“I must go apologize to him.” You say, already starting to get off the bed.

“I think that’s wise, the poor boy looked worried sick. He said you had took a great fall and found you lying on the ground already unconscious.”

You eye your father. Jungkook had lied to him? You couldn’t say you weren’t grateful for it. None of what you had witnessed would sit well with your father, he would of wondered if you had lost your mind. He wasn’t the type to ever believe too much in superstitions, he always believed good would outdo evil and there was nothing to fear other than God himself.

Your father suddenly caressed your hair, you blinked at him in slight surprise.

“I’m proud of you, you know? You have taken the marriage news like I hoped you would. You’ve grown up so much.” He tells you with a sad smile, his rough fingers sliding down to the top of your shoulder, lingering there.

You parted your lips but no words fell out.

“I know you must think it was easy for me to give you away but it wasn’t. I would have wished to keep you for a little longer.” He confesses, his voice deepening towards the end and his eyes hold an emotion you can’t quite detect.

Nonetheless, his words bring you some comfort and relief. The knowledge that it wasn’t as easy for him as you had assumed brought some ease to your worries and wounded heart.

You nod, giving him a tight smile as you break away from his hold.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you behind either, I worry for your health.” You tell him in a defeated whisper as you lift yourself fully from your bed.

You wobble a bit as you walk over to your door, regaining the balance you didn’t know you had lacked in first place. The room feels heavy and once again, everything feels odd. You attempt to shake off the feeling, blaming it on the fatigue from the events you had endured.

“I’m going to head to the bakery.” You tell your father as you open the door, slipping outside and you hear him follow closely behind you.

Your basket is on the kitchen table, you wonder if you should bring Jungkook and his father some herbs you had picked out the day before as way to express your gratefulness.

“Be careful.” Your father says before you grab your basket and slip out the small cottage.

The wind hits your face instantly and you let out a sigh in relief. Despite the chilly breeze, you are glad to get a full breath of air. The cottage had felt stuffy, heavy and as if it was closing in on you. Your boots pad along the ground as you make your way towards the village bakery, your hands are still trembly and your steps are a bit clumsy. Evidently you had yet to regain the same tranquility you had before you had entered that forest.

As you pass the usual group of children, your eyes unconsciously scan over their faces in search for the familiar face of the little boy you had followed into the woods. You find that none of the children resemble him in the slightest which eases your worries. If what you had seen in the forest had been true, then you are certain his parents would have already caused an uproar and sent villagers in search for him.

On the contrary, the village seemed quiet. Even the children were not causing as much noise as usual, there was no playful laughter or mischievous footsteps. They sat together by the well, playing with their wooden toys in silence as their eyes discreetly followed you.

You sent them a friendly wave as you passed them, the bakery coming into view instantly but you were upset to see that Jungkook was not behind the racks of bread like he always was. In his place was his father instead.

“Hello dear,” His father greeted with you his usual wide smile.

You would admit there little to no similarities between Jungkook and his father. It made you believe he had taken after his mother. The man held no features that gave away Jungkook was his son. At least in that you were similar, you too had taken after your mother instead of your father in terms of looks.

“Hello sir,” You bow slightly towards him. “ I-I was wondering if Jungkook was around? I wanted to speak with him.”

“Ah, no he’s not here at the moment.” He replied in an even tone, glancing down towards your basket.

“Did you need some bread?”

You follow his gaze but give shake your head.

“Oh no thank you.” You refuse politely, suddenly wondering if Jungkook had mentioned the incident to his father. “Do you know when he will be back?”

“He shouldn’t be long.” He smiled, a smile so wide yet it didn’t reach his eyes.

“He’s been wondering why you had not come by this week.” He adds, the smile fading “ I think he was quite upset that you had been avoiding him.”

Of course. You felt ashamed that his father had to point out your absent behavior and unwillingness to visit the past few days right after you had gotten engaged. It made you seem rude and uninviting which was the last thing you wished to be seen as by your future father in law.

“I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to avoid him. I’ve just been a bit overwhelmed.”

His father nodded, seemingly understand your reasoning.

“It’s alright, I’m sure he will understand.” He says, the smile returning. “ Jungkook is such a kind man, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he must’ve gotten his kindness from you.” You reply with a grin, tilting your head to the side. “ What was he like as a child?”

Your question is meant to be innocent, an attempt to further get to know the man who was going to be your future husband in just a few weeks time. Despite how caring Jungkook seemed, it felt like you still didn’t know much about him or his childhood. He had not talked to you much about why he had even moved to this village and what exactly had brought his father and him here.

“As a child?” His father repeated with a blank stare.

You await his response but his face remains stoic.

“As a child..he was..” His eyebrows knit together as if he’s in struggling to recall a memory.

“I’m not sure.” He finishes, cocking his head to the side as that empty stare returns to his eyes.

You raise an eyebrow in question, becoming uncomfortable with the situation unwrapping in front of you. Had you heard him correctly? Was it possible you were still drowsy from your sleep and misheard him?

“I-I’m sure he was just as kind.” You comment shyly with a nervous glance.

His father simply stares at you, as if he was wondering why you would ever ask such a question. Had you overstepped? Perhaps his childhood was a subject that was not meant to be touched.

You felt like you had to keep apologizing.

“Jungkook is a kind man, yes.” He voices out with an almost calculated and practiced smile taking over his face again.

His odd behavior was beginning to unsettle you but you couldn’t figure out if it was you who had who was not taking a hint. Was this his father’s way of telling you to not probe into matters that didn’t concern you?

The thing was, Jungkook did concern you now. He was going to be your husband, everything about him was meant to concern you as his future wife.

“Right, well I must get going then. Can you tell him I stopped by?” You ask him, already turning to leave.

“Of course.” You hear his father reply from behind you as you make your way through the village. Your gaze is focused on your boots padding against the cobblestone path beneath you but you lift up your head as you take in your surroundings more in detail.

The few people walking amongst you hung their heads low. You didn’t think anything of it until your eyes traveled further across you, noticing more people also not lifting their heads up. You frowned, turning to glance back.

Jungkook’s father stood by the bakery stand like a statue. His face held no emotion, just a vacant stare that seemed be focused on nothing in particular.

The first person you did manage to meet eyes with was the local wood cutter which happened to be the Yujin’s brother, the girl who had disappeared in the woods a few months ago. He stood outside his home with his hands folded. When he noticed your stare on him, he immediately looked away as if he had seen something horrible. He kept his eyes on the ground, refusing to look towards you.

This made you frown deepen, frustration and blatant confusion bubbling up inside you. You hesitated for a moment before you stalked over to him, practically trapping him when he flinched back at your sudden arrival.

“Taehyung.” You address the young man and watch his eyes slowly lift to meet yours again.

His hair covered most of his forehead but you could see his unwelcoming gaze from a mile away.

“Do I know you, miss?” He replied curtly.

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening at his words.

“Y-Yes, it’s me? I’ve known you practically my whole life. “ You tell him, almost wanting to let out an unamused laugh at his act. Why was he messing with you? You two were far too old to be playing such games.

You knew Taehyung as much as you had known his sister. Obviously you were not that close by any means but you were not strangers. You had grown up with both of them and were friendly with each other.

“You’re not a fellow follower.” He says as he sígnales towards your neck and you don’t even have to glance down to know he was referring to your cross.

Fellow follower.

“I am, I’m a follower of Christ just like you and everyone else.” You scoff with a shake of your head. He was surely messing with you now.

Taehyung’s face twisted in repulse as he took a step back.

“Get away.” He spat before he turned to open his cottage door, slipping inside and harshly slamming it in your face before you could utter another word.

His actions left you stunned. You stood there for a few seconds as you tried to process what had just happened.

He had lost it.

You back away from his door, turning back to walk towards your home as you hurried your steps this time. The air seemed to be suffocating you now, it stung against your skin as you neared your cottage. You avoided taking a glance towards the woods that had gifted you the most unpleasant of memories but it was as if your curious nature knew no bounds.

Once you nearly reach your home, your head turns towards the tall trees before you, and you nearly halt in your steps when you notice a tall figure a few feet away. You crane your neck, trying to make out what it is. The figure is wearing a cloak but the never ending fog that had still not left ever since you had entered the woods lingered lowly, messing with your vision.

Your breath hitches when it turns its head, it’s a man. A very familiar looking man.

His side profile is evident, the sharp and attractive features are ones you would recognize anywhere. On his shoulder there was raven, a very large raven that stuck to him like a loyal pet.

Jungkook had not taken notice in you yet, he seemed distracted in something ahead of him. But the moment he fully turned around, you duck your head behind a bush. You squatted, your muscles straining as you prayed that the useless plants would hide you enough from his view. You poked your head to the side, eyeing the way his figure disappeared into the heavy fog.

You wasted not time in breaking out into a full run towards your cottage, your heart began beating again rapidly against your rib cage as you tried your best to not completely break down. You shut the door behind you, locking it in place as you let your back crash against it.

“My dear, what’s wrong?” Your father’s voice was heard in the distance but your mind was too preoccupied in filling out the puzzle.

Jungkook’s warnings about the witch. The little boy you had followed into the forest, what he had said to you about your cross. The ink on his skin.

It was all hitting you at once.

But it couldn’t be, could it?

He doesn’t like it, the little boy had said to you.

The unexplainable behavior you had just witnessed from his father, the strange behavior of all the villagers. Your mind ached at the very conclusion of what it could all lead to.

“There’s something wrong with Jungkook.” You whispered in terror to your father who had already made his way towards you.

Jungkook was the witch.

“I can’t marry him, father. I can’t marry him!” You shook your head rapidly, recalling every memory you had of him, every word he had ever spoken to you.

Every little detail you had overlooked. It was all starting to make sense yet your heart was refusing to give into your logical instincts. How was it possible? You couldn’t have been that foolish, could you? How was it possible that such evil had made its way into your village, into your home.

“What are you talking about, child?”

“H-He’s not who we think he is, I just saw him by the forest.” You begin to explain , coming to grab your father’s hands as you plead him to listen to you.

“He’s a witch! Please don’t make me marry him! Father please!” Your father doesn’t seem to know how to react, his eyes scan over your face as he furrows his eyebrows.

“Don’t talk such nonsense.” He sputters out but you don’t the doubt in his voice, the tremble in it.

A violent knock makes you jump, your father flinching back as well. You both turn your head towards the door, your body is ready to go into full panic at any second.

“Who is it?” Your father calls out and you can tell how nervous he has gotten. He squeezed your arms back, silently commanding you to not speak a word.

“It’s Jungkook, sir.” The voice you once believed to be gentle and soft speaks at the other side. Your eyes are wide with fear as you take a glance towards your father. He swallows, giving you a warning look.

“She’s not here at the moment, boy.”

Silence.

“I never asked if your daughter was home.” Jungkook stated in a neutral manner.

You lick your dry lips, your mouth becoming dry as the newfound anxiety starts traveling through your body. Your fingers are shaking against your father’s hands. You both remain silent , not sure what to respond but Jungkook doesn’t seem to have much patience because his next words are even more unsettling.

“Open the door.”

It’s a command.

He didn’t sound like the usual sweet boy you had interacted with all these months. No, he sounded like the monster in all of the bedtime stories your parents used to tell you about, he sounded like the very evil he had warned you about.

“I’m sorry, my child.” Your father tells you and your taken aback by the overhwhelming emotion in his voice, his eyes telling the same story as his regretful words. “ I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

His eyes are glossy now, evidently trying his hold back his tears and that alone makes your heart drop. That feeling you had felt on your walk home from the forest that day you had gone to pick herbs returns in an instant, the dread running through your veins again and you feel it. The dark cloud was back but it was inside your home now and hovering right above you.

“What?” You force out, no longer curious but downright terrified about what his next words would be. Your eyes narrowed in suspiscioun, there no reason your father would be saying this to you if he didn’t know what was happening and what awaited outside.

“What did you do?” Your father closes his eyes at the slight crack in your voice, tears finally slipping out and trailing down his cheeks. He clenches his jaw as he hangs his head low but all you could focus on was the growing chaos outside, the the sound of cries hitting your ears and your heart sunk when you realized it was women who were crying out.

“What did you do?!” You demand again, raising your voice and you could feel the newfound tremble making it’s way through your hands as a heavy lump formed in your throat.

Your father ignored you.

“Go hide.” You started to shake your head but he closed the space between you two and gripped both your shoulders now, leveling down to meet your eyes.

“Go hide right now and don’t you dare come out. Go!” You flinched at his shout but followed his orders, your body felt like it was moving on it’s own your mind had completely disconnected itself from your doomed reality. You made your way down the narrow hallway, not even knowing where you could possibly hide yourself in such a small space. There was no way you would be able to successfully hide somewhere where he wouldn’t look.

You let out a sob as you paced back and forth inside your room, for a second you thought about escaping through your window but you knew you wouldn’t make it far when you caught a glipse of a line of black horses in the near distance. Your eyes squinted as you saw the figures mounted on top of them, the long cloaks that hung over their bodies and the symbol on them that you couldn’t make out.

“What the hell?” You muttered in misery, the sight itself felt like it was sentencing you to your end.

Turning back around, you ran towards your closet, opening the wooden doors but then you shut them again.

Too obvious,you fool, you thought to yourself.

In your panicked state, the only other place that crossed your mind was throwing your body underneath your bed. So, that’s exactly what you did. You crouched down, sliding underneath and shifting your body towards the middle, making sure no part of you was visible to the eyes of an intruder. You let out a breath, watching as your tears fell against the floor beneath you as you held your hands together at your chest.

It was quiet for a long time, too long. The only thing that was heard was distant voices and the sound of the stampede of horses, the heaviness of the arrival marked in the trotting of their hooves.

For a hopeful moment you begin to think Jungkook has left. But then, all the little hope leaves your body when your head the crashing sound of your front door breaking. You stiffen, hearing heavy footsteps make their way into your home. Your eyes are glued to the bottom of the shut door that is a few inches away.

You hear instant shuffling, the footsteps making their way down the hallway. A door is opened but it’s not the one that belongs to your room, it’s your father’s. You hear stuff being thrown around, glass shattering against the floor. Your hands curl up into fists, your eyes lowering down to your neck as you take the cross hanging from you into your shaking hands.

You hold it and press it to your mouth.

Then, your door is finally opened widely and you become frozen. Not a single inch of you dares to move, you hold your breath as your eyes take in the familiar pair of dark boots that walk inside your room, you take notice of the bronze chains hanging around them. He walks in confident slow steps, crossing over to your closet before ripping open the flimsy doors. It takes everything in you not to flinch at the sudden sound and terror of it all. You watch as he continue to walk around to the other side of the bedroom, your eyes not leaving his boots but they disappear out of your eye line when they had over to your window.

A few excruciatingly long seconds pass before you hear him walk back over to the door and you’re about to let out a relieved breath but once he reaches it, he halts in his steps. You watch as he steps back, turning his body and his boots are nearly right directly in front of you.

“You know, I’ve always wondered why humans are so blinded by their faith,” Jungkook speaks out-loud and you shiver at his tone, it’s deep but crisp. Like that of someone who knew exactly what they were always saying, that knew what to say.

“Blind faith is such fickle thing, so bound to disappoint you, time and time again.” He continues, taking a closer step towards the bed and you shut your eyes tightly, the tears had not stopped for a second. “But then, I realized that’s the appeal.”

“It makes humans so easy to maneuver, compels them do the most heinous of things.”

“Tell me,” His voice is nearly on top of you and you can’t help the yelp that leaves your lips when he suddenly bends down and a harsh grip is felt around your wrist, tugging you forward.

He wasted no time in bringing you to your feet, holding you up with ease despite you attempts at resistance.

You let out another cry, eyes opening fully as you come face to face with him . You hold in a gasp, Jungkook looked the same as ever but his eyes were ancient. Sharp eyebrows that only enhanced his unwelcoming stare and harsh appearance. He wore a dark red cloak, the hood covering most of his hair but you could see the dark strands poking out. There was bronze designs decorating it, patterns you had never before seen and would rather not find out what they represented.

It was then when you realized how naive you had been.

Jungkook had always been a stranger, he had never revealed his true identity. He had only fed you the image of a commoner, the image of another noble peasant. One that he was sure you would never suspect of, that nobody would suspect of.

His kind eyes and endearing smile that had once made you fall for him were nowhere to be found now. This wasn’t the shy boy desperate for your love and attention, the one eager to marry you. This was someone much older in wisdom and experience despite the youthful appearance.

It was the oldest trick in the book and you had fallen for it so easily.

“Was it your blind faith that made you believe you could escape me, little bride?”

—

You were full on wailing when you were dragged out of your bedroom, you had dug your feet against the floors but the man holding you was far too strong, lifting you with ease and he gripped a fist full of your hair when you attempted to throw a hit at him.

“Try that again and see what happens.” Jungkook hissed in your ear, tugging your hair more which caused another whimper to leave your lips. You can’t help the shock that runs through you at his actions, the man you had been promised to would have never laid a finger on you. That was it though , that man never existed.

Your eyes caught sight of your father who was tied to a kitchen chair, ropes were tied around his limbs, completely immobilizing him. That wasn’t it, there was also a black cloth tied around his mouth, leaving your father unable to speak out towards you. You watch him groan instead, his eyes bulging out as he took you in.

“Let him go!” You yelled out , twisting against the strong grip that held you and you felt Jungkook turn you around, black gloves hands grasped your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his again.

“So sacrificial for daddy dearest who so easily gave you away to me.” He tells you as he glances towards your father and when he looks back at you, his eyes scan over your face as realization settles on him. A newfound smile tugging his lips.

“Oh,” He whispers in feigned surprise. “ He hasn’t told you yet, has he?”

Shame and anger fills you at the knowledge that he was right. You were yet to fully understand the severity of what your father had done and why you had seemed to know exactly what Jungkook was.

“Whatever it is, it can’t be worse than what you are doing to me! You witch ” You scream at him, clenching your teeth.

Jungkook’a face darkens at your words and you’re expecting a slap to your face but it never comes. Instead, he lets out chuckle, one holding no humor.

“Is that so?” He asks you, cocking his head to the side. “Why don’t we ask your old man what happened to that young girl who disappeared in the forest then?”

Jungkook’s eyes bore into yours as your lips continue to wobble, snot running down your entire face, down your neck.

“Yujin was it?”

Your eyes dart back to your father, sweat is glistening down his forehead and the veins by his head pop out. He groans in response.

“The girl he brutally raped and left for dead.”

His words are like a straight arrow to the chest.

“No,” You shake your head, not believing the words you just heard. There was no way what this monster was spewing was true.

“That can’t be true.”

Eyes are set on your father again but he refuses to meet your gaze. Your heart sinks as he hung his head low, his fists clenched at his sides.

“Of course it is.” Jungkook replied with a wicked smile, grasping your jaw and tearing your eyes away from your father. “ I saw it all happen.”

No.

“Why do you think he was so quick to accept my proposal? After all, I was the one who had to clean up his dirty work.” He scoffs, sending a glare towards your father. “ He didn’t even hesitate to offer his daughter when he realized what I had witnessed him do.”

No.

His words evoked another wail from you, the revelation much worse then what you had imagined. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look towards your father, your heart felt like it was being shattered into a million pieces. You wanted to deny it, to not believe anything that he was saying but you knew it was true. Your father had already convicted himself with how he had not looked up once towards you.

A guilty man always hid.

Disgust filled you, growing nauseous at the very thought of the man who cared and loved you all these years had committed such a sin.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t have stopped there.” Jungkook continued, raising a dark eyebrows “You should be thanking me, who’s to say you weren’t his next victim?“

That caused your father’ face to flinch up. Strained groans leaving him as he frantically shook his head side to side in protest. The thought was repulsive and your skin crawled at his crude comment.

“Stop!” You demanded in an angry cry, refusing to listen to more of his sadistic descriptions.

“Why are you doing this?”

“To show you how the most holy of souls can be deceiving.” He tells you, eyes traveling down your neck and exposed chest area.

“To show you that karma often comes in human form.” Jungkook finishes with a grin, tapping the bottom of your chin.

Your father glared at Jungkook but you knew it must of done nothing to waver him because a few seconds of silence passed before Jungkook pulled you up against him again. His eyes took you in, and you didn’t like the invasive stare he gave you, it sent a shiver down your spine. He looked like he was in deep thought, his gaze then slowly drifted to your father’s as his lips tilted into a predatory smirk.

“I think we should show your father how much I appreciate our little deal.” Jungkook whispered against your cheek and you flinched back at his hot breath, your body instantly stiffened at his words.

“And what happens when you try to break that deal.”

“P-Please no, Jungkook.” You pull against him, only praying to somehow find a glimpse of that man who had charmed you all these past months. To find some of the kindness he had given you. “You don’t have to do this, y-you have been so good to me.”

“Shh,” He whispers into your hair. “ I’ll always be good to you, my little bride.”

He moves you both towards the kitchen table until your backside bumps against the wood. His fingers slide down your arms in slow motions before he tugs down the ends of your ruffled sleeves and he turns you around completely.

“As long as you behave.”

His words sent another wave of terror through you as realize what is about to happen. You instantly start twisting against him, letting out another blood-curling scream but his fingers come to wrap against your neck, squeezing harshly and you let out a choked sob.

“I know it’s technically tradition to bed on the wedding night but I do things a little differently.” His hands leaves your neck to come pull off the corset around your chest, not bothering to untie it, he simply rips it off in one quick motion. Your head is positioned downwards, your back arching as he bends you over the table and your hands come to grip the edges of the wood.

A whimper leaves you as he pulls the bottom of your white dress over your back, leaving you completely bare underneath, your boots hit against the legs a chair next to you as you hear him shuffle behind you.

“No!” You resist again but it’s useless, his fingers are around the back of your neck still and you feel him bend over to your ear, his hair tickling the side of your forehead.

“No?” He taunts back as his other hand palms your cunt, fingers sliding through your folds and your face scrunched up at the unexpected pleasure your body felt. You hated the wetness that begin to pool over his fingers as he continued his strokes.

“I think you’re more than ready for me, little bride.” Jungkook whispers harshly against you, and you shut your eyes when your hear them struggling cries of your father behind you. Utter shame and embarrassment was all you could feel on top of the immense fear that only got worse with every second.

Jungkook lifted his head back up and you hear his sickening voice direct itself at your father.

“Why so glum, old man? You get to see your precious daughter become a woman.”

You let out a breath when you feel the hard sensation against your entrance, Jungkook hands come to tightly grip your waist as he thrusts forwards without warning. You feel his length fill you up, forcing your walls to stretch and you instantly feel the burning sensation. A pained whimper leaves you, your fingers tightening against the wooden edges of the table.

He leaves no room for adjustment, his pace instantly brutal and relentless. Your body jolts with every hard thrust, each one seeming to suck air from your lungs as you involuntarily let out a whine.

“You have such a pretty cunt, taking my cock so well, my little bride.” Jungkook grunts behind you, the sound of skin slapping against skin was all that could be heard to your ears, not even the screaming and distressed chaos of the outside could distract you from your own miserable reality.

With the shake of the table, you watch your basket you had placed earlier on it fall to the ground, the berries and herbs falling everywhere on the floor.

“Ah!“ You voice at the feeling of particular hard thrust and you feel Jungkook’s hands move up your waist, coming to fully rip apart the front of your dress, the thin material tearing easily and making your breasts spill out. He grasps them harshly as continued to pound into you, your back arching at the force of his length filling you up completely. The feeling is so new to you, so unnatural and you bite your lips in order to suppress the moans threatening to slip from your lips. Your body was betraying your heart and mind, giving into the pleasure it was being subjected to.

“Fuck, you’re even better than I imagined.” He rasps as he continues to grope every inch of you, fingers pinching your nipples hard , causing another painful sensation to surge through you. His fingers flick on the nub, while his other hand massages your other breast.

“P-Please” Your vision is growing hazy with every roll of his hips, the wetness of your heat mixing with his own. He ignored your pleas, only letting out satisfied grunts of his own as his hand left your chest to come grasp your ass, smacking it roughly as he came to lay his fingers steadily against your lower back. Your body shakes in what you can longer decipher as pure fright or pleasure, most likely a combination of the two as you feel the pressure in your gut grow. You knit your eyebrows together at the overwhelming strange sensation you have never before felt and let the side of your face drop against the table, slightly turning your neck to catch a glimpse of the monster behind you.

Jungkook's face is narrowed in concentration, eyes locked on his cock thrusting in and out you, but when he catches sight of your teary gaze on his, he sends a sultry smirk your way. His pupils are completely blown out, the feeling of pure ecstasy and sin is clear in his eyes as he lets his head fall back in pleasure , the hood of his cloak falling off, revealing the rest of his dark locks.

“Does it hurt, my little bride?” He breathed, bringing his hands around your waist, hoisting your upper body up against him again and your head lifted up automatically. The tightness continued to build in you, growing more with each thrust.

“Looks like your daddy was even kind enough to grant me a little virgin,” He chuckled breathlessly behind you and you tremble when you feel his fingers travel down to your wet folds again, rubbing harshly against them. You let out another high-pitched whimper, finally feeling that tightness come undone, the forced orgasm sending waves of unwanted pleasure through you and your body soon falls limp against him.

Jungkook continued to roll his hips, making you feel another strange sensation, it's too much, far too much for your body. A pained cry leaves you once again as you feel hot liquid filling your insides, you flinch forwards but Jungkook’s grip is like steel, keeping you in place as he slows his movements. You feel him thrust a few more times before he pulls out, the action should have brought you some relief but you nearly recoil when you feel the warm feeling trailing down your legs, his release tainting you completely.

You let out a shaky breath.

It’s over.

Your legs are too weak to maintain your weight anymore and you let yourself slowly side down to the ground, letting out ugly sobs as you hang your head down in shame. You didn’t want to even glance at your father, the feelings of humiliation and anger were too conflicting. You couldn’t bear to even acknowledge he had witnessed every moment of that. Your eyes travel down your legs, noticing the slight blood stained on the bottom of your calves. You try your best to cover your exposed chest but the rip Jungkook had made is too severe, so you simply attempt to cross your arms around you as you turn to your side.

You hear Jungkook adjusting himself, the sound of armor shifting and you take a quick glance at him positioning a dagger on his belt. His face holds no emotion as he stares down at your figure. You watch him slide on his black gloves again before he kneels down in front of you, yanking your chin upwards.

“You better hope you’re as fertile as you look and feel.”

With that, he pulls off his long cloak, covering you with it and tying it around your neck. He makes sure every part of you is covered, tying it in the middle parts as well. While he’s moving aside your hair from the hood, his eyes fall on the cross on your neck, and his gaze hardens instantly. He gives you a knowing look before his gloved fingers lift it up.

“You won’t be needing this where we are headed.” He states as he rips it off your neck, throwing it harshly against the floor.

“No!” You reach out to go grab it but he pushes you back with ease, a glare forming in his dark eyes at your defiance.

“Why continue to pray to a God who let this happen to you?” He smirks, raising an eyebrow and you’re surprised to feel how much his words impacted you in that moment. The vulnerable state didn’t help the already whirlwind of emotions bubbling inside you, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s right.

“ How pathetic are you? Hm? There’s no God that will help you now.” His voice takes an edge towards the end as his face inches closer, his forehead touching yours.

“No miracle will be able to take you away from me.” Jungkook says, his voice deepening and swear you could see the raging fire behind his eyes. “The only God you will worship from now on is me.”

The smell of smoke greets you the moment you step outside, Jungkook’s painful grip is on your arm once again and you’re practically dragging your feet to walk. Your legs feel sore, and you feel disgusting, used. Your body has not been able to stop trembling and it only worsens when you take sight of what’s happening ahead of you. Angry fires are being set on countless cottages, there’s women weeping on the grounds with lifeless bodies on their laps as they try to shake them awake. The cries of babies tug at your heart and you grow nauseas at the revolting scene in front of you. Dozens of cloaked figures just like the one beside you are throwing women in carriages, chaining them together as they gather the children into a completely different carriage.

What’s even more horrifying is that none of them are protesting.

They walk in straight lines, eyes void of any emotion or life. They don’t seem the least bit phased by the chaos amongst them, they follow the men in cloaks blindly with steps that resemble that of soldiers.

You let out a gasp when you recognize a familiar face.

The small figure walks behind a man and woman, a white cloth is wrapped around his eyes but the circular stained spots on the material suddenly make you realize that the boy had no eyes. The blood of his wound is clear on the cloth, giving away the unforunate reality.

The little boy from the woods.

It had not been an illusion.

Bile threatens to move up your throat at the sight, your palms coming to cover your mouth as you watch him enter one the carriages.

But not before he turns his head, nearly twisting his neck in an unnatural angle and sends you a wide smile.

Jungkook takes notice instantly, his eyes closing in on him and he reminds you of the very creature you had seen on his shoulder earlier. He looked like a raven in that second, caustiously observing one of his preys. Everything about him seemed to fit the ill perceived animal, he carried the heavy and dark energy of a bad omen.

How had he masked it before so well?

“Children make the best sacrfices.” He breathed against your cheek, his hold on your waist tightening as he let one his hands come lay right above your lower stomach.

You recoil at what he is implying.

“Come along, my little bride.” He guides you away from the crowd, dragging you over to one of the carriages that awaits.

You turn your head, sending one last look towards your father’s limp body that still was inside your home. Jungkook had slid a sword right into his neck, and another in his groin. His lifeless body was tied to the chair still, blood seeping through the wooden floors as his eyes stared upwards. His head had flopped to the side, allowing him to look at you, even if there was no remains of left of him.

Jungkook yanked your chin towards him, gloved fingers bruising your skin as he sent you a threaning look before he motioned you to climb into the carriage. He shut the door behind you and your fingers gripped the metal bars of the opening. You officialy felt like a prisoner, and not at all like the bride he claimed you as.

“Get comfortable, we have a long ride ahead.” He tilted his lips upwards, brushing his hands agsint your fingers before he turned to walk away.

Your jaw clenched, more angry tears falling as the carriage begins to move and you feel so helpless. A new fear came with getting taken from the only home you had ever known, your fingers tightened against the bars, as if they would stop the carriage from moving. Your body swayed with every movement of the carriage, the sight of your village becoming smaller and smaller and the smell of smoke soon clearing from your nostrils but the burning sensation lingers.

It wasn’t until there was no sight of flames , no sight of the familiar cottages and certainly no sounds of heart wrenching wails that you let your head drop to the side. Your eyes stared at the sky, memories of your life at the village flooding in and you wished you had savored the last moments of freedom you had before tragedy had struck.

Before evil had taken you.

The cawing was back, and so was the raven. Your eyes zoomed in on the creature flying high above and you glared at it. There was no knowing if it had been the same one you had seen in the woods all those times but somehow you felt like it was, the cawing sounded like mockery to your ears.

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