#run devil run.

it was the love for himself that would ruin him sooner or later -- rather sooner. taemin was born as someone who was supposed to worship himself. and he did despite the knowledge that this would be the reason he would die sooner or later. just like narcissuss he would end up alone, dying in love with himself and no one else. taemin was born with a poisoned personality. he wasn't really mean to anyone who wasn't himself; but he wasn't nice either. he was cold hearted, made sure everyone know that he wasn't interested in anyone but himself. the sad life of narcissuss; or taemin. despite the fact that he was loved by so many he would never appreciate it. and the only thing that would turn his sanity crazy was the fact that there were still people who wouldn't worship him.

those from the organization, those filthy dirty humans who couldn't accept the fact that there were creatures so much greater and powerful as them. eventhough taemin was no god -- he was still from the greek mythology, an immortal soul and supposed to be worshipped by those underneath him. so of course the young blonde male would always run into them with a big mouth and ready to fight at all cost. however, he was surely not fighting for justice or anything along those lines -- no, he simply wanted everyone to worship him and his beauty. and he would even share blood to get them to this point; no matter what. the boy wasn't insane but it was something close to this whenever it was about the organization.

the young male leaned against a large tree in the park, the sun already settling and coloured the world around him in a red color. it was almost peaceful and pretty if he wouldn't be here to force a girl on her knees and make her believe in him. she didn't know her, or anything about her life. all he knew was that she was working with the organization and that she would take a walk every week in the dark. brave for a little girl like her with no power but her bare hands. he wouldn't underestimate her; surely not. but he was lee taemin and no one was good as him; in anything. that was what would kill him sooner or later. he slipped the hood from shirt over his head and his blonde hair when his ice blue eyes spotted a petite frame with pretty curves; too bad nothing would be left of it once the night was over. or at least not that much of it. he pusehd himself of the tree, hands disappearing into the pockets of his leatherjacket. but frankly spoken; he had no idea why he would do all that. maybe it was simply boredom and despair how messed up his own life was.