The name of God tickles her soul every time she thinks of the Divine. As vile mortals, they had to accept the living and the buried, how selfish of them to acknowledge every transformation their body could experience in a short time. He, who resides in the sky, may be real but, in Mihyunâs eyes, it was their task to investigate. She does not desire to wait until her life ends to face a god she disrespected in more than one way. Her grandmother never took her to church while her parents called her angel. And she looks like one, a beautiful and graceful creature full of love. But on her back, there is nothing to prove it. She wears an invisible scar, she lost her hallo ages ago and she does not miss it. In front of him, the one who claims his sister is nothing but pureness, she smiles widely. Her ideas are, in his words, fucked up and yet, he agrees to help her. They arenât siblings for nothing and when he starts talking, she realizes she would follow all of his plans the same way he does with hers.
An impulsive being like him needed a mind full of strategies like hers.
He would never judge her, she keeps repeating herself, her previous fears and doubts leaving her. She is free to speak of her plan, free to expose the cruelty that lies in her book. It is unforgivable to wake up the dead ones but bones are nothing but dust. How did she, the kind one, end up reading this? Her selfish side is making a grandiose entrance and she lets it consume her. Yet, she isnât the one dying under the warmth of flames. She controls them, her mind knows every little secret of the world. âYou see, my dear, human bones deserve to be burned.â Her short fingers are holding the page as if it is the most expensive thing ever created. And, she treats, all of her books the same way. But in this moment, when her eyes look through the window, Mihyun knows the letters arenât pretty words written to flatter the reader. She speaks like a queen ready for war. A war against the holy. âThey reveal your sins, they reveal your heart. And, do you know who is the first one to arrive when your bones burn? Satan. Itâs always him.â
The childish part of her called for Jhin for a reason, she still needs to be protected. Of herself, of the devil. When she stops speaking, her wide eyes sparkle with her natural innocence for nothing more than a few seconds but, to someone like him, it cannot be hidden. She will not yield, she will not bow until she finds the answers she deserves. It is insane to think a person as responsible and reasonable as her would suggest something like this and, yet, this sinful quest almost brings her pleasure. When her eyes meet his, she realizes no one as good as her would ever be able to play with one of the most dangerous legends, or belief, on earth. What is temptation against a brain like hers?
Her smile is wide and bright when she finally hands him the page for him to see the precise drawings. âA sacrifice works better in the middle of the night when the weather is against mundanes.â Like a child speaking about Christmas, she walks to her harp, a hand now playing a melody absently. It is almost too religious for her to play such sounds but artists love to create various atmospheres during special moments. âOh, isnât it spectacular? They call it âdanse macabreâ. The dance of death!â
The melody stops as she takes another book in hand, throwing it on the table, almost scared to touch it. If only. Mihyun is not afraid anymore, not since the one protecting her against everything and everyone is on her side. Disgusted, the young woman sits down next to the other, suddenly feeling as if she isnât as fragile as everyone claimed her to be. Deep down, curiosity screams in her mind, begging her to ask Jhin what is his point of view. But, he accepted, the necromancerâs curse does not seem to scare him. He is here, with her, as serious as ever. They are both about to play with the shadows, theyâll come and find whatever is whispering their names to play with them. âIn this book, we are described as idiots for not following the Almighty.â The Bible on her table is tainted by her hands, the ones always defying a god described inside of it. âCall me insane, I know I am. Does it make me less adorable?â
She laughs behind her palm, it is almost too adorable for someone whoâs requested grave robbing. A bad moon will arise and Mihyun wants it to be her doing. Â
âBeware of the false prophets, who come to you in sheepâs clothing, but inwardly are ravenous wolves.â She repeats the verse as if she studied it, a sort of explanation to Jhin even if she is aware he does not need it. She does not speak of herself, but of them. If she was insane, Jhin is just as much as her for accepting it. Blaming curiosity helps her to protect her vision of her brother, unable to see if heâs simply interested in the nature of her research or if something else, in his mind, told him to agree. Maybe, maybe, he accepted because it is his duty, as a friend, a brother. He wants to protect her, she keeps comforting herself. She is the mad one, the one who does not fear the mystic and its secrets. He is the good one, the one she should look up to. Â
Her hand points to the old wooden chest behind them. âDo you think I took this decision five minutes before calling you? I asked you because you have the strength to do all of this, meanwhile, I have the brain to plan all of this. The body can be a priest or a drug dealer, the demons feed on anything.â With another gummy smile, Mihyun looks at him, trying not to wonder what his real motivation really is. âLetâs go to war, brother.â Â
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