#meme 2

ask me about my demons 

 jezebel: talk about a time you used your sexuality to get your way 

“Are you sure you want to broach this subject, hyung?” Jiyong’s lips form a lop-sided grin as he takes another gulp of the ice cold beer in his hand. 

“Ji, cut the crap,” Heechul gives him a look.

Jiyong laughs, “I swear it’s a stupid story, but here it goes. So prior a few months before I was turned into a demon, I slacked a lot and cut many classes and my grades could warrant a heart-attack from my mother. And that kind of shit grades are what get delivered into the mailbox. Obviously I couldn’t risk that, I needed damage control, and I started racking my brains (I always liked a challenge). I always had a liking towards the charming yet somewhat awkward  stand-in lecturer that popped by once in a blue moon.”

Heechul raises his eyebrows at that.

Jiyong wiggles his brows in response, and continues, “So I just had to wait until I chanced upon him, and he helped relief in quite a number of classes, and even if he doesn’t have full power, he could change the grades, especially so if there were assessments or assignments due. It didn’t matter if he didn’t take my class, as long as he was in the school I’d find him. Though it was as if the heavens wanted it to happen, he took my next class. 

ask me about my demons

baal: if you were a god, how would you prefer to be worshipped?

“i think i’d never be a god.” jiyong half-laughs, half-snorts at seunghyun’s question. they were both sprawled on the couch and had already downed a bottle of red wine. jiyong brings out couple bottles of beer this time. “drink,” the older slurs. seunghyun was intoxicated, but still more sober than the older and gently pushes the drink away. “answer me first.”

jiyong recoils back to his earlier position as he slumps back into the sandpaper colored couch. he exhales deeply, opens his mouth then pauses, and gives up altogether. “fuck, seunghyun, i hate this kind of questions.” the younger beg to differ and rolls his eyes. “You’re fucking kwon jiyong, and i’ve heard quite a rep about you gdragon.” seunghyun promises to down the bottle of beer if jiyong just answers the damn question and jiyong scowls, but does so anyway.

“i would want you to worship me. just you.” jiyong’s eyes are downcast and barely audible, but seunghyun hears it anyway.

ask me about my demons

mephistopheles: have you ever helped  a loved one destroy themselves?

jiyong eyes fall to the ground. the air between the two was heavy and tension tangible. jackson stares at the older and bites his lower lip. jiyong shrugs it off, face tight and nonchalant, “i read somewhere online that it’s not healthy to bottle things up.” he starts off, and jackson honestly almost cracked up.

“well, he was like a brother to me, and something went terribly wrong with his life. i wasn’t told much of the details because we lost contact after my turning and it happened when i was still quite a rookie demon. i started getting hang of things, practiced my power diligently, occasionally picking a fight or two (and winning, jiyong flashes a grin), and started feeding on humans. i tried to moderate myself because getting rid of a body at that point of time irked me a lot. it also made my powers grew stronger. though it was also the period of time where i haven’t learn how to manipulate molecules yet.

“some demon helped me climbed up the social ladder a little bit and i was made a crossroad demon, it was fun and i closed quite a couple of deals. until that night when i turned around and my face almost fell. jinhee’s jaw dropped too and he jutted his head out in disbelief. though he quickly recovered and was more than happy to see me because yes, he’s going to be saved. i was still fresh, and my human side was not yet suppressed. i asked him for an explanation but he wouldn’t give, and i wouldn’t let him end his life like this (with hellhounds ultimately clawing him back to hell, literally, when the contract is up), so i disappeared.

mammon: when were you most greedy? for what?

The ginger pauses momentarily and lets the question sinks in. When he starts speaking, jiseok knows it’s Jiyong answering and the menacing Gdragon was momentarily gone.

“There were two occurrences. When I desperately wanted to feel something—    power— and sought to become a demon and when I lost my heart and wanted to rule hell. The latter’s more severe, I was completely unstoppable. It felt weird, to have so much emotions and power but just never feeling satisfied. I think when you become a demon, sometimes the human traits and feelings still exist but only suppressed. Unlike being possessed, where (I believe), there’s still a part of you that’s still human and could be retractable.

“I never felt guilt, I never felt remorse, I never felt happiness, I never felt satisfied. But something in me clicked and made me feel alive, when I was killing and getting souls, and changing shit up in Hell. I wanted to accomplish so many things: an army, company for my entertainment, destroy the angels and witches, fucking kill all the hunters but,” and Jiyong suddenly stops. 

He disappears (Jiseok rolls his eyes at this) for a while but reappears back with a bottle of water in his hands. “Thirsty?” The ginger offers, then continues.

pythius: out of all the lies you have ever told, which is your favorite? 

Jiyong chuckles at this one, and perhaps the brunette is wondering what the hell’s so funny and that’s because she doesn’t know. And so, Jiyong will tell her.

“I’ve shamelessly spat thousand of lies,” the ginger throws himself back to memory lane, and a faint smile sits on his lips. Minah sees his expression as a mixture of sinister and pride. Jiyong drops the smile and furrows his brows deep in thoughts, “I’ve a fair share of favorites, but here’s one that had my skin crawling and blood rushing, in a very good way.