he is something surreal. unearthly. divine. a most enchanting kind of being who with only but a glance, possessed min-jun almost completely. “ excuse me... “ so he says, gently offering a blood-stained box; “ will you accept my humble gift... ~ ? i went through quite a bit... to get it.... “ the head of one & only singularity. oh, he will surely / love / him now.
he had to perish the thought on how a mortal so easily spotted him, here, in a rural area barely fit for people to inhabit. ❝ i must admit, even i am astonished; naught of you to be following me around. ❞ and such an offering was perhaps the catalyst which ensured the stranger’s safety, luring our demon’s erratic attention to the odd box: wooden, crude, covered in smears of something inexplicable; was that gory tissue hanging off of it? accepting it wholeheartedly, belial offered a gratified smile in return. ❝ well, since you’ve tried so hard to get daddy’s attention, let me see what’s inside. ❞ not a moment later, the lid slid open.
❝ . . . ❞ it just failed to register correctly in his mind, could it really be? was it truly him? rebel spirited hair, eyes rolled to the back of their sockets, a few scars, albeit it all it was certainly none other than the fabled hero ( gran ). our demon’s eyes scrolled up, catching a glimpse once more of the stranger who offered him this ─── an off-putting person.
❝ . . . ❞ in normal circumstances, he would’ve been stirred at the thought of having being tracked down, but an offer so phenomenal? his lungs could barely cage the bubbling chuckle; to hell with it, he leaned his head back and laughed uncontrollably. mankind’s greatest savior so EASILY killed by . . . a thug?! as he eased up and composed himself, an arm wrapped itself around the stranger’s neckline, pulling him closer, all whilst holding the box still with a free hand. ❝ where have you been hiding from me all this time? ❞ he purred, honestly pleased with today’s outcome.















