Apo Pantos Kakodaimonos [4/11]
Title: Apo Pantos Kakodaimonos - 4
Pairing: OnTae
Genre: Romance/Supernatural/Slight Angst
Rating: PG-13 for slight violence
Summary: Onew was cursed to forever walk between Hell and Earth as a demon, lonely and unfeeling. He had no memory of why he was cursed, nor what the curse truly meant. All he knew was that bad things seemed to happen to everyone around him, including a certain human named Taemin that had a perverse attraction to his demonic nature. Demons are cursed to never feel any emotion, though, so matter how much Taemin loved him, he could never reciprocate the feeling, and no matter how much danger Taemin was put in, Onew could feel nothing whenever the human was on the verge of death. Or at least, that's what he thought.
[Excerpt] I took a heavy step forward and practically screamed in pain. Every part of me burned. I felt like I’d just been stabbed by a thousand knives simultaneously, each twisting and turning. But as I looked down at the person in my arms, I found a reason to take another step forward.
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My wanderings through Hell were segmented by repeated visions. Instead of just one in the smoke like before, the images came to me in random intervals; sometimes, they only lasted a second, while others seemed to last for a minute or more. I still had no clue as to why I was seeing such things, but I did realize that all the visions had something to do with the neighborhood I’d visited the past few nights. Also, they all had something to do with me.
The first one came to me the second I appeared back in Hell. It was short, and only contained a short clip of young children playing on a colorful jungle gym.
The next one happened as I was passing through the area where the demons resided. I saw a large park, most likely in the middle of summer, with green trees and various flowers. I was walking along a path, admiring the way the sun filtered through the leaves of the trees above me. The air was warm, but the breeze was cool. I then sat down on a nearby bench and observed my surroundings, like the squirrel that was rapidly climbing up his tree and the family that was enjoying a picnic under its shade. Someone sat next to me on the bench, and I was turning around to look at them when the vision faded.
As the image disappeared, I realized that the demons were a bit closer to me than usual. I had a lot more yellow eyes looking at me from the shadows and fire pits, and a few brave ones were even venturing closer to me. I could faintly make out their taught grey skin over skeletal features as they approached.
I quickly walked ahead. I had no idea why they all of a sudden started coming closer to me, when all these years they had kept their distance. There was nothing different about me. I’d come and gone from Earth plenty of times without them bothering me.
Another vision hit me strongly. In this one, I was entering a large church with tall, stained glass windows, an intricately painted ceiling, and rows and rows of pews. The sunlight was shining through in a rainbow of colors like the inside of a kaleidoscope. At the altar, a figure clad all in white knelt down before the cross. Their large robe splayed out behind them on the golden floor, and a hood was covering the back of their head.
I took slow, measured steps towards the figure, an unknown feeling rising up in my chest. It felt constricting and uncomfortable, yet I didn't exactly hate it. My surroundings started to blur, and the person started to glow as they stood up. By the time they made the concluding cross sign, I was only a few steps away. The white-clad figure turned around to face me as if in slow motion. Everything blurred and faded, but the person's face was still clear.
It was Taemin.
A hand on my leg snapped me out of my reverie. The pockmarked, leather-like skin gripped harshly, and the long nails tore into my pant legs and scratched at my skin. I tried to shake the demon off, but another one latched onto my other leg. A few caught my flailing arms. I shaked and convulsed in an attempt to free myself, emitting a few yelps as their nails drew blood from my skin. When I kicked my foot, I felt it make contact with one of their disgusting faces. A squish and a crack. The demon that I’d hit stumbled back while shrieking madly. With a few more harsh shakes, I rid myself of the rest of the demons and broke into a sprint.
I felt the presence of many more demons converge around me as I tried to run away. Something was attracting them to me, and I had no idea what. I didn’t even have time to think about my vision with Taemin in it as I tried to escape the demon’s torture. Growls and shrieks and gurgles surrounded me.
Suddenly, pressure built up around me as I sensed that I would be taken to Earth very soon; I guess I would have felt relieved if I could feel any emotion. The pull of the darkness started to take me, and I surrendered to its hold. Just as I was about to vanish, a demon grasped at my leg again and pulled me back. I tried my best to shake him off, and I thought I’d succeeded when I’d felt the weight on my leg disappear.
The darkness hissed as I stumbled out of the shadows and into a dark alleyway. The brick stones were painted over with graffiti, and the whole street smelled like moist, stale garbage. I had no idea where I was. Did I not come back to the same town I'd visited the past couple days? The same town with Taemin?
Shrugging it off, I began to walk down the dark alley. The sound of my footsteps bounced off the walls and made it seem like there was more than just me here. In the emptiness, my thoughts drifted back to my visions and their contents. The things I was seeing seemed so real. A part of me thought that they truly were some kind of image of the past or the future, or maybe that they were the inner desires of the part of me that was human. But a more rational part of me assumed that they were just images meant to torture me, sent directly from Hell itself. Images to make me want to keep visiting the forsaken neighborhood and the curious human so that Hell could destroy them both.
It was that thought that had me cautious about visiting Taemin. Every time I associated with someone, bad things happened. For some strange reason, I was telling myself that I didn’t want anything bad to happen to Taemin - especially Taemin. It made no sense to me why this thought lingered in my mind. Why Taemin? Why this human? I had never felt anything towards the other humans whose lives I destroyed, and there were plenty all through the years. But I wasn’t feeling anything towards Taemin, was I? I can’t feel anything. I’m a cursed demon.
I suddenly felt a slight disturbance in the aura of the environment that surrounded me. It was a faint trail of thoughts of violence and pain and death and misery. It felt a little like the atmosphere of Hell, and I had an instinctive urge to quickly find it and investigate. I stepped out of the alley onto a main street and started running in a random direction. Before I knew it, I was looking at the imposing structure of the church that Taemin was always at.
So I was in this neighborhood.
But something was different. Taemin wasn’t there. He was always waiting outside the church, staring at its doors or up at its tall, crooked steeple.
But he wasn’t there.
Where could he be?
I sprinted past the church, intent on finding Taemin somewhere in this neighborhood. I ran up and down every street and checked every dark alley. I couldn’t find him anywhere, nor could I locate his bright aura that always stood out against the darkness. The aura of violence and pain and death and misery seemed to grow stronger every minute I searched. Something in me connected those thoughts and the lost Taemin, and that was when I heard the scream.
It was short, shrill, and scared. It pierced the still night air and assaulted my ears with its stridence. It sounded like Taemin. Before I knew it, I was full-on sprinting towards where I heard the sound. The dark thoughts became more prominent, but within them I could see a faint white aura clinging desperately to its sanity. Something was injuring Taemin. Something was making him lose his light.
I practically crashed through the cemetery gates as I scanned the graveyard for signs of Taemin. I knew he was here somewhere. Strangled cries echoed off the tombstones and rang in my head. My heartbeat increased. My ears muffled. My eyesight blurred into a small, focused line of vision. My feet pounded the dead ground as I ran towards the back of the cemetery. I tripped on overgrown roots, grazed my skin on jagged edges of crumbling tombstones, but I kept running.
Taemin’s screams got closer and closer with every step. His light also faded more and more with every step. When I finally reached him, the world seemed to lurch like a braking car. He was curled up on the ground in pain. His fingers scratched at his skin. Only the whites of his eyes could be seen. Froth was bubbling from his mouth, only it was dark black instead of the typical white.
I instinctively yelled out his name and rushed to his side. The second I tried to touch him, my hand recoiled like it had been burned. Taemin’s porcelain skin was scalding hot. There was only one reason for the way his skin felt and for the black froth: a demon had latched itself onto Taemin’s body. Since some lower level demons didn’t possess a form that could survive on Earth, they often attached to humans as a way to exist. Usually, they craved people with a bright aura that they could suck dry and turn just as dark as the demon itself. Then, they would enter their body and “possess” it, causing the human to endure seizure-like symptoms, froth at the mouth, and have intensely hot skin.
Taemin’s eyes fluttered up at mine. His dark brown irises were strained, and the blood vessels seemed to pop out more than usual. He keep adjusting his eyes from me to something far away that only he could see in his mind. I called out his name countless times, but it seemed to have little effect. His aura kept getting dimmer and dimmer.
When his eyes were finally able to settle on me, recognition dawned in them amidst the pain and suffering. He tried to offer me a weak smile that ended up just looking like a convoluted grimace.
“Onew...” he whispered weakly as he stretched out his hand to me. The second I took it, he blacked out in both consciousness and in aura.
My insides seemed to burst aflame as my breath rapidly sped up. I grabbed his limp body and dragged him out of the shadows before lifting him fully into my arms. Only I could sense the protests of the demon that was trying to possess him.
But I wouldn’t let it get him.
Something in me told me to bring Taemin to the church, as if that would heal him. I didn’t second guess it, or even think of the consequences something like that would have on me, as I sprinted out of the cemetery with inhuman speed and Taemin passed out in my arms.
My steps involuntarily slowed once I exited the graveyard and started making my way to the church. The same pressure I felt last time settled on my chest and squeezed my lungs, making it difficult to breathe or even move. Still, I moved forward out of sheer will. I would not succumb to the pain.
After a few steps, I felt Taemin stir. His eyes fluttered a few times before closing again. I could sense some of his light returning as the demon attached to him screeched and shrieked from the same pressure I was feeling. The closer I got to the church, the brighter Taemin’s aura grew, but the more pain I was put in. Since I was the closest mass of darkness, the demon that had tried to possess Taemin was now latching onto me out of safety, seeking that darkness that it belonged to from my own body. It began tearing at my clothes and scratching at my skin. That, in combination with my nausea and lack of oxygen from being so close to the church, weakened me beyond belief. But I never let Taemin fall even once; I never stopped taking pained steps forward. Because Taemin was getting better.
I made it to the sidewalk across the street. It was only about five more steps to reach the entrance stairs up to the church door. I stopped to try and recompose myself, hoping to at least make it to the steps where I could deposit Taemin so he could heal. As I stood there, I felt my skin start to sink and peel off my face. The demon that was no longer attached to Taemin but attached to me was clawing at every part of my skin in an attempt to find something to ease the pain. By doing so, it looked like he was tearing off my face. On one side, the sallow skin peeled off from its scratches to reveal leather-like grey skin, pockmarked and crusty with scars.
I took a heavy step forward and practically screamed in pain. Every part of me burned. I felt like I’d just been stabbed by a thousand knives simultaneously, each twisting and turning. But as I looked down at the person in my arms, I found a reason to take another step forward.
The pain brought me to my knees, and I knew I couldn't move any further. My skin was melting off my body and revealing the demon inside of me. I felt its pain at being so close to the church; such a holy sanctuary was no place for the spawn of Hell.
As I gingerly set Taemin on the steps of the church, the boy squirmed and latched onto my arm, preventing me from letting go but also making me howl in pain at the contact with my demon flesh. His eyes blinked up at me, and this time they stayed open. For a few moments, he looked me up and down like a curious child. My decrepit grey skin. My spindly fingers. My yellow irises.
Then his eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and his mouth emitted a blood-curdling scream. He immediately released my arm, and I let myself be thrown back across the street to the graveyard by some invisible force. I once again slammed against the fence, the bruises from last night flaming up in addition to the existing pain.
My long, broken nails scraped against the pavement with a teeth-rattling sound as I tried to stand. My body wouldn’t let me, though, especially the half where my inner demon shone through fissures and rips in my flesh. I gave up, and instead just stayed on the ground. My eyes were fixated on every disgusting imperfection on my skin. I looked hideous. I didn’t deserve to be here looking so grotesque. I didn’t deserve to be near something so beautiful as Taemin when I was horrendous on the inside.
After a minute of self-defeating thoughts, I sensed soft, hesitant footsteps making their way towards me. I didn’t dare raise my head. I knew it was Taemin, but I didn’t have the confidence to face him looking like I was. I brought my hands to my face and tried to hide it the best I could. My knees curled up into my chest. My back pushed against the fence. I tried to make myself as small and covered up as possible.
Taemin stopped several steps away from me, probably too afraid to come any closer. He stood there for a few moments before asking with a shaking voice, “What are you?”
I slowly removed my hands from my face. One was still normal, but the other was grey, long, and bony. The other hand was sickening. The other hand was my true form.
My yellow eyes met his wide, fearful ones. He visibly flinched at the eye contact, and how my face looked so patchy and bloody like a victim in a horror movie.
“I’m a demon.”
Taemin shook his head in disbelief. He seemed about to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. The first rays of dawn broke over the church, and I felt the pull of Hell trying to take me back. I needed to heal. So I surrendered myself to the darkness, and left a scared, befuddled, and disbelieving Taemin back on Earth.
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Pairing: OnTae
Genre: Romance/Supernatural/Slight Angst
Rating: PG-13 for slight violence
Summary: Onew was cursed to forever walk between Hell and Earth as a demon, lonely and unfeeling. He had no memory of why he was cursed, nor what the curse truly meant. All he knew was that bad things seemed to happen to everyone around him, including a certain human named Taemin that had a perverse attraction to his demonic nature. Demons are cursed to never feel any emotion, though, so matter how much Taemin loved him, he could never reciprocate the feeling, and no matter how much danger Taemin was put in, Onew could feel nothing whenever the human was on the verge of death. Or at least, that's what he thought.
[Excerpt] I took a heavy step forward and practically screamed in pain. Every part of me burned. I felt like I’d just been stabbed by a thousand knives simultaneously, each twisting and turning. But as I looked down at the person in my arms, I found a reason to take another step forward.
♱ ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
My wanderings through Hell were segmented by repeated visions. Instead of just one in the smoke like before, the images came to me in random intervals; sometimes, they only lasted a second, while others seemed to last for a minute or more. I still had no clue as to why I was seeing such things, but I did realize that all the visions had something to do with the neighborhood I’d visited the past few nights. Also, they all had something to do with me.
The first one came to me the second I appeared back in Hell. It was short, and only contained a short clip of young children playing on a colorful jungle gym.
The next one happened as I was passing through the area where the demons resided. I saw a large park, most likely in the middle of summer, with green trees and various flowers. I was walking along a path, admiring the way the sun filtered through the leaves of the trees above me. The air was warm, but the breeze was cool. I then sat down on a nearby bench and observed my surroundings, like the squirrel that was rapidly climbing up his tree and the family that was enjoying a picnic under its shade. Someone sat next to me on the bench, and I was turning around to look at them when the vision faded.
As the image disappeared, I realized that the demons were a bit closer to me than usual. I had a lot more yellow eyes looking at me from the shadows and fire pits, and a few brave ones were even venturing closer to me. I could faintly make out their taught grey skin over skeletal features as they approached.
I quickly walked ahead. I had no idea why they all of a sudden started coming closer to me, when all these years they had kept their distance. There was nothing different about me. I’d come and gone from Earth plenty of times without them bothering me.
Another vision hit me strongly. In this one, I was entering a large church with tall, stained glass windows, an intricately painted ceiling, and rows and rows of pews. The sunlight was shining through in a rainbow of colors like the inside of a kaleidoscope. At the altar, a figure clad all in white knelt down before the cross. Their large robe splayed out behind them on the golden floor, and a hood was covering the back of their head.
I took slow, measured steps towards the figure, an unknown feeling rising up in my chest. It felt constricting and uncomfortable, yet I didn't exactly hate it. My surroundings started to blur, and the person started to glow as they stood up. By the time they made the concluding cross sign, I was only a few steps away. The white-clad figure turned around to face me as if in slow motion. Everything blurred and faded, but the person's face was still clear.
It was Taemin.
A hand on my leg snapped me out of my reverie. The pockmarked, leather-like skin gripped harshly, and the long nails tore into my pant legs and scratched at my skin. I tried to shake the demon off, but another one latched onto my other leg. A few caught my flailing arms. I shaked and convulsed in an attempt to free myself, emitting a few yelps as their nails drew blood from my skin. When I kicked my foot, I felt it make contact with one of their disgusting faces. A squish and a crack. The demon that I’d hit stumbled back while shrieking madly. With a few more harsh shakes, I rid myself of the rest of the demons and broke into a sprint.
I felt the presence of many more demons converge around me as I tried to run away. Something was attracting them to me, and I had no idea what. I didn’t even have time to think about my vision with Taemin in it as I tried to escape the demon’s torture. Growls and shrieks and gurgles surrounded me.
Suddenly, pressure built up around me as I sensed that I would be taken to Earth very soon; I guess I would have felt relieved if I could feel any emotion. The pull of the darkness started to take me, and I surrendered to its hold. Just as I was about to vanish, a demon grasped at my leg again and pulled me back. I tried my best to shake him off, and I thought I’d succeeded when I’d felt the weight on my leg disappear.
The darkness hissed as I stumbled out of the shadows and into a dark alleyway. The brick stones were painted over with graffiti, and the whole street smelled like moist, stale garbage. I had no idea where I was. Did I not come back to the same town I'd visited the past couple days? The same town with Taemin?
Shrugging it off, I began to walk down the dark alley. The sound of my footsteps bounced off the walls and made it seem like there was more than just me here. In the emptiness, my thoughts drifted back to my visions and their contents. The things I was seeing seemed so real. A part of me thought that they truly were some kind of image of the past or the future, or maybe that they were the inner desires of the part of me that was human. But a more rational part of me assumed that they were just images meant to torture me, sent directly from Hell itself. Images to make me want to keep visiting the forsaken neighborhood and the curious human so that Hell could destroy them both.
It was that thought that had me cautious about visiting Taemin. Every time I associated with someone, bad things happened. For some strange reason, I was telling myself that I didn’t want anything bad to happen to Taemin - especially Taemin. It made no sense to me why this thought lingered in my mind. Why Taemin? Why this human? I had never felt anything towards the other humans whose lives I destroyed, and there were plenty all through the years. But I wasn’t feeling anything towards Taemin, was I? I can’t feel anything. I’m a cursed demon.
I suddenly felt a slight disturbance in the aura of the environment that surrounded me. It was a faint trail of thoughts of violence and pain and death and misery. It felt a little like the atmosphere of Hell, and I had an instinctive urge to quickly find it and investigate. I stepped out of the alley onto a main street and started running in a random direction. Before I knew it, I was looking at the imposing structure of the church that Taemin was always at.
So I was in this neighborhood.
But something was different. Taemin wasn’t there. He was always waiting outside the church, staring at its doors or up at its tall, crooked steeple.
But he wasn’t there.
Where could he be?
I sprinted past the church, intent on finding Taemin somewhere in this neighborhood. I ran up and down every street and checked every dark alley. I couldn’t find him anywhere, nor could I locate his bright aura that always stood out against the darkness. The aura of violence and pain and death and misery seemed to grow stronger every minute I searched. Something in me connected those thoughts and the lost Taemin, and that was when I heard the scream.
It was short, shrill, and scared. It pierced the still night air and assaulted my ears with its stridence. It sounded like Taemin. Before I knew it, I was full-on sprinting towards where I heard the sound. The dark thoughts became more prominent, but within them I could see a faint white aura clinging desperately to its sanity. Something was injuring Taemin. Something was making him lose his light.
I practically crashed through the cemetery gates as I scanned the graveyard for signs of Taemin. I knew he was here somewhere. Strangled cries echoed off the tombstones and rang in my head. My heartbeat increased. My ears muffled. My eyesight blurred into a small, focused line of vision. My feet pounded the dead ground as I ran towards the back of the cemetery. I tripped on overgrown roots, grazed my skin on jagged edges of crumbling tombstones, but I kept running.
Taemin’s screams got closer and closer with every step. His light also faded more and more with every step. When I finally reached him, the world seemed to lurch like a braking car. He was curled up on the ground in pain. His fingers scratched at his skin. Only the whites of his eyes could be seen. Froth was bubbling from his mouth, only it was dark black instead of the typical white.
I instinctively yelled out his name and rushed to his side. The second I tried to touch him, my hand recoiled like it had been burned. Taemin’s porcelain skin was scalding hot. There was only one reason for the way his skin felt and for the black froth: a demon had latched itself onto Taemin’s body. Since some lower level demons didn’t possess a form that could survive on Earth, they often attached to humans as a way to exist. Usually, they craved people with a bright aura that they could suck dry and turn just as dark as the demon itself. Then, they would enter their body and “possess” it, causing the human to endure seizure-like symptoms, froth at the mouth, and have intensely hot skin.
Taemin’s eyes fluttered up at mine. His dark brown irises were strained, and the blood vessels seemed to pop out more than usual. He keep adjusting his eyes from me to something far away that only he could see in his mind. I called out his name countless times, but it seemed to have little effect. His aura kept getting dimmer and dimmer.
When his eyes were finally able to settle on me, recognition dawned in them amidst the pain and suffering. He tried to offer me a weak smile that ended up just looking like a convoluted grimace.
“Onew...” he whispered weakly as he stretched out his hand to me. The second I took it, he blacked out in both consciousness and in aura.
My insides seemed to burst aflame as my breath rapidly sped up. I grabbed his limp body and dragged him out of the shadows before lifting him fully into my arms. Only I could sense the protests of the demon that was trying to possess him.
But I wouldn’t let it get him.
Something in me told me to bring Taemin to the church, as if that would heal him. I didn’t second guess it, or even think of the consequences something like that would have on me, as I sprinted out of the cemetery with inhuman speed and Taemin passed out in my arms.
My steps involuntarily slowed once I exited the graveyard and started making my way to the church. The same pressure I felt last time settled on my chest and squeezed my lungs, making it difficult to breathe or even move. Still, I moved forward out of sheer will. I would not succumb to the pain.
After a few steps, I felt Taemin stir. His eyes fluttered a few times before closing again. I could sense some of his light returning as the demon attached to him screeched and shrieked from the same pressure I was feeling. The closer I got to the church, the brighter Taemin’s aura grew, but the more pain I was put in. Since I was the closest mass of darkness, the demon that had tried to possess Taemin was now latching onto me out of safety, seeking that darkness that it belonged to from my own body. It began tearing at my clothes and scratching at my skin. That, in combination with my nausea and lack of oxygen from being so close to the church, weakened me beyond belief. But I never let Taemin fall even once; I never stopped taking pained steps forward. Because Taemin was getting better.
I made it to the sidewalk across the street. It was only about five more steps to reach the entrance stairs up to the church door. I stopped to try and recompose myself, hoping to at least make it to the steps where I could deposit Taemin so he could heal. As I stood there, I felt my skin start to sink and peel off my face. The demon that was no longer attached to Taemin but attached to me was clawing at every part of my skin in an attempt to find something to ease the pain. By doing so, it looked like he was tearing off my face. On one side, the sallow skin peeled off from its scratches to reveal leather-like grey skin, pockmarked and crusty with scars.
I took a heavy step forward and practically screamed in pain. Every part of me burned. I felt like I’d just been stabbed by a thousand knives simultaneously, each twisting and turning. But as I looked down at the person in my arms, I found a reason to take another step forward.
The pain brought me to my knees, and I knew I couldn't move any further. My skin was melting off my body and revealing the demon inside of me. I felt its pain at being so close to the church; such a holy sanctuary was no place for the spawn of Hell.
As I gingerly set Taemin on the steps of the church, the boy squirmed and latched onto my arm, preventing me from letting go but also making me howl in pain at the contact with my demon flesh. His eyes blinked up at me, and this time they stayed open. For a few moments, he looked me up and down like a curious child. My decrepit grey skin. My spindly fingers. My yellow irises.
Then his eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and his mouth emitted a blood-curdling scream. He immediately released my arm, and I let myself be thrown back across the street to the graveyard by some invisible force. I once again slammed against the fence, the bruises from last night flaming up in addition to the existing pain.
My long, broken nails scraped against the pavement with a teeth-rattling sound as I tried to stand. My body wouldn’t let me, though, especially the half where my inner demon shone through fissures and rips in my flesh. I gave up, and instead just stayed on the ground. My eyes were fixated on every disgusting imperfection on my skin. I looked hideous. I didn’t deserve to be here looking so grotesque. I didn’t deserve to be near something so beautiful as Taemin when I was horrendous on the inside.
After a minute of self-defeating thoughts, I sensed soft, hesitant footsteps making their way towards me. I didn’t dare raise my head. I knew it was Taemin, but I didn’t have the confidence to face him looking like I was. I brought my hands to my face and tried to hide it the best I could. My knees curled up into my chest. My back pushed against the fence. I tried to make myself as small and covered up as possible.
Taemin stopped several steps away from me, probably too afraid to come any closer. He stood there for a few moments before asking with a shaking voice, “What are you?”
I slowly removed my hands from my face. One was still normal, but the other was grey, long, and bony. The other hand was sickening. The other hand was my true form.
My yellow eyes met his wide, fearful ones. He visibly flinched at the eye contact, and how my face looked so patchy and bloody like a victim in a horror movie.
“I’m a demon.”
Taemin shook his head in disbelief. He seemed about to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. The first rays of dawn broke over the church, and I felt the pull of Hell trying to take me back. I needed to heal. So I surrendered myself to the darkness, and left a scared, befuddled, and disbelieving Taemin back on Earth.
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