#shadowhunter p1

When the day began without Myungsoo trying to wake him up through curses and kicks, Kibum got suspicious about it. He told this to his Parabatai, but only earned a snort in result. Myungsoo had said sometimes he worried too much, but as the weeks passed with endless hours of training, Kibum was becoming more and more dependent of his instincts.

“Hey, Kim!” One of his comrades, Im Sanghyun, exclaimed as he ran to catch up with him at the Institute’s entrance. “Director Lee said he will need Myungsoo and Hyeri for the afternoon so they will miss the practice in the hidden forests today. Can you pass the word to professor Kuroishi?”

“Really?” he said, bow-shaped lips forming a small pout. “Yeah, I will tell him. Thanks.”

Kibum turned to resume his walking, both hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket while his bow remained secured to his back along with some arrows. If Myungsoo wasn’t coming, then that meant he would be forced to use his seraph blade. His stomach flipped at the idea and his shoulders slumped when he took notice of the rest of the Shadowhunters already at the backyard of the Institute.

The portal was already opened, he realized with some curiosity, eyes taking notice of the Warlock with a nice orangey-skin and pretty blue eyes. Kibum bowed his head slightly in the warlock’s direction which earned him a tilt of the head and the ghost of a smile showing in the corners of the warlock’s eyes and lips. Kibum then took notice of the general vibes of the the youngest Nephilim and how even some of the eldest seemed to want to keep their distance from the Downworlder. He sighed.

“You better have your weapons in hand,” professor Lee warned with a stern, gruffly tone. “The training begins the moment you are about to have a foot in the forest. That means no games.”

Kibum sniffed as he took out his blade and named it ‘Bariel’. His blade flared up while the rest of the Nephilim convoked the angels’ names for their blades too. Their skin glowed with the silver marks of the runes for stamina, speed and strength, always a lovely contrast with the black of their gears, or so Kibum thought as he moved to enter the portal.

That was his first mistake. When Haneul and he stepped into the portal, it closed suddenly. Kibum’s relaxation left as soon as a series of howls rang in his ears. Haneul moved so they were pressed back to back, the seraph blades ready in their hands as they assessed the situation.

“It was a trap, a set-up probably prepared by that Warlock,” Haneul said, her voice laced with venom.

"Watch out,” he said as soon as he felt the shift of energy coming from the left.

Haneul and he split when the long, needle-tipped-tail of a Scorpius demon darted towards them. Kibum didn’t have time to take a breath before the creature sped up in his direction while another came out to get Haneul. Kibum dodged the attacks with difficulty since they were surrounded by trees. To his right, he could perceive his comrades moving around trying to get rid of the hellhounds. To his left, there were three young Shadowhunters dealing with two Elapid demons.

He was scared. The rest of the Nephilim had stayed behind and they were not nearly enough to face the Scorpius demons he could feel approaching to where they were. The smell of blood was also heavy in the air, and after not feeling the presence of three of the oldest Shadowhunters that were supposed to be there waiting, Kibum assumed the worst. He climbed a tree as fast as he could, the Scorpius demon hot at his heels. The half-angel then jumped from the tree and after dodging another lethal attack from the demon’s tail, he darted forward to slash off the demon’s tail. The screech the demon let out almost made him lose his balance, but when it got on its feet, Kibum took advantage and sank his blade into the creature’s chest and then slashed it into a half. The smell of burned garbage reached his nostrils, but he didn’t have much time to think about a way to call for help. Soon, two hellhounds were running towards him.