#chanyeolia

The room was vastly different from how it started, and that was obvious from the second you walked into the door. Furniture was pushed to the walls, rug rolled up ans stashed against the corner. The window was cracked open, but barely as where it closed was holding the corner of a blanket, like a weight. The other corners were draped over various chairs and stacked pillows, the rest of the pillows stacked into a surprisingly well structured and organized wall near the side, even with it’s own small opening to see from.

At the sound of someone entering, Jinwoo’s curly head popped from a small opening in the top of his glorious pillow fort, still shoveling popcorn from a bag into his mouth. He figured by their walking pattern and the tickling in his thumb it had to be his roommate. He had yet to say a word to them as they had only passed each other by at different times. Mostly he just knew the sound of his breathing while asleep. Jinwoo had just realized he didn’t even know his name. Without a word, the blind boy raised the bag of popcorn, as if to offer him some.

He was in a dark place, there was nothing around him, and then there was. Hell fire, blue fire, red fire. He felt like he was breathing for the first time in his life. There were others around him, snarling and he rolled his eyes. He was the oldest, not the strongest, but the wisest. He was the smarts of the three of them and they knew it. He snorted at a stupid comment of one of them before shaking his head and eyeing the girl in front of them. Her body was trembling, her breasts shaking slightly as they were shiny with sweat and blood. Lets eat her now he suggested, hungry and not willing to wait much longer No, no we have to wait. the dumb one said. If we don’t eat her now, I will eat you- 

Laughter. He was laughing at that as the strongest said that and instead of listening to the dumb one, he dove in first. Teeth digging into the flesh as the scream echoed through the fiery cave. She cried as her legs were ripped off her body but the sounds stopped abruptly when the stronger one bit off her head and the sound of a skull being crunched filled the cave. He laughed, they all laughed.

 Junmyeon woke up in a cold sweat, the taste of copper in his mouth but he had not bitten his tongue. He was watching the sleeping figure next to him, calm breathing signaled that Evan had finally found a moment of sleep, had he been awake, the numbers above Junmyeon’s head would surely have been scrambled weirdly, twisting from dead, to immortal, to dead and back again. Junmyeon, unaware of this detail, got out of the bed as quietly as he could. Making sure not to wake the other and walked over to the kitchen, opening the fridge as he stared at the food with tired eyes. Not really sure if he was hungry in the first place he grabbed a bottle of Mountain Dew and walked over to his dressing room, putting on some day-time clothing before leaving a note for his boyfriend on the fridge (knowing the reaper would go there probably as soon as he opened his eyes) that Junmyeon was out but would be back soon.

it was so that the owlite ended up in front of the door of the demon, Chanyeol. They had not been super close in the past few months and probably it was both their faults but he suspected the dog was to blame for this. As he knocked on the door, rapidly he found himself irritated. More than usual- or well, more than before because ever since he had been threatened by the supernatural mafia he had been on edge. More irritable and the nightmares had increased.

As soon as the door opened Junmyeon stepped inside, not waiting for an invitation. “What did you do to me?” he hissed “It’s never been this bad, it was there before but it never has been this bad.” As soon as he was close to the other he felt better though, which was a whole different kind of worrisome. “Have you cursed me?” 

There were a lot of things that did not go as well as he had hoped or planned this evening. First off: fucking @yifan-ia had ditched him by saying he didn’t want to go out after all. Secondly; Ra had found himself being incredibly bored and considered going home and thirdly he had just been on the receiving end of getting a martini into his face. 

He felt the olive bounce against his nose. 

Ra was stunned for a second before he glared at the man a few centimeters shorter than he was. “...excuse me?”

              x - - - I never thought of myself as a monster, not until the moment I saw myself in the mirror with blood on my hands and there was something different. Something that was more different than just the eyes, the way my teeth are pointed or the disastrous way my horns curl backwards with golden flecks. It was something else that went further than the appearance of a creature of demise that fully underlined the fact that I am, in truth, a monster now. 

Minwoo stared at his reflection as he sat in the nightclub slash brothel slash second-home. He didn’t know if he liked what he had become in the past months, surely he did enjoy the extra power. He enjoyed the fact that he now was, without doubt, superior to those around him but there was something to it- he had not seen himself as truly evil for a long time. He had always been balancing on the line between the light and darkness. Sure, he never had forgotten the truth about what he was but he had believed that it had been different from whom he was. In the end however his transformation had confirmed that he was not as good as he liked to think and more to the raven outlook he had fought his whole life. 

A figure came near, he sensed their blood before they had stepped into the establishment and even if he had not; the archdemon had invited the other over to his club. It was the only demonic friend he had, if you could even call someone you fucked once in the back of your shop a friend. Still, Chanyeol was the closest thing to it and he felt like hie needed some demonic company.

“Chanyeol-” He called out when the other stepped into the place. The place had not changed much; everything was still sleek and black with red, however there was now an elevator in the back that had a screen with names and photo’s of those you could hire for an hour, two or the night. The brothel was luxurious and up to technical standards because Minwoo never did anything half-assed. Not even his transformation that included horns (good), a new set of eyes that sported not only red but also golden and black (also good) and a golden and black tail with an arrowhead on the end (not so good) had been halfassed. If anything, it was extra as fuck and Minwoo should not have been surprised. His tail flicked as the other demonic form came closer. “Welcome, what do you want to drink?” he asked as he gestured to one of the waitresses to come over. A pretty young pixie, short hair and large lilac eyes fluttered over to the table to take Chanyeol’s order. 

“How have you been, Chanyeol?” he asked as he sipped from his own wine (since the transformation, he had not felt the urge for fairy blood- it seemed his addiction had been cured with his ‘evolution’ to an arch demon. “How has life been treating you?” he saw two soul lines lingering around the demon. Odd. He did not say anything about it, the whole new power with the souls was still new and unnerving and he had decided to keep silent about it as it did not seem something relevant right now. Better not to show your whole hand right away. 

Not even a week in this place and some students were already causing trouble. Whether purposely or not, she had no idea, but she knew not only they said classroom was affected, but the next one too and for safety prevention half of the hallway classrooms were evacuated. So, there she was, bored for the rest of the morning and stuck with a bunch of strangers, which at least were fairly okay-- given the fact that no one was ever pretty enough to make her swoon completely, but truth was there were a few more than okay. 

Of course upon the suggested game, she scrunched her nose at first, apathetic as always, but a few seconds later decided to join anyway with a glimpse of mischievousness across her lips. Seemed fun, she’s heard of the game before, and might have played as well while drunk in college, but she also knew it was an excuse to kiss people, which she didn’t need. However, she didn’t had anything better to do for now, so she figured a bit of early sexual tension wouldn’t hurt anyone, specially when this new male joined the group and sat beside her. He was cute, she had to admit that-- he was hella’ cute, so time to have fun. She almost couldn’t bare at how boring all this handsome people was-- why were so shy when the worst thing that could happen was them kissing each other, which in that case would be the most vanilla thing that could happen between two people in such situation. She was losing her patience indeed, but she didn’t accidentally let the card fall between them as the male could have thought, she simply huffed right on time so their lips met instead and playfully smirked once he pulled away in what seemed to be nervous laughter.