luxinexitium:
gravity shifts with the cosmos, constellations restless and brimming with zeal to give birth to a new system, and kyungsoo nearly falls again from the force. with an icy familiarity, the tips of his fingers go numb, curled so tightly around his own wrist that he may end up giving himself another bruise. blunt nails, weathered by persistent anxiousness, dig into flesh and carve crescents in the canvas. something plummets to the pit of his stomach as he watches the assailants crumble into ashes, their inconsequential embers swept away in the breeze like every other piece of rubbish lining the streets like plaque on arteries. when it’s just the two of them left in the alley, the other man’s voice ricocheting off the buildings like rapidfire, kyungsoo flinches and takes a cautious step backwards. (as if that would somehow help.) “i don’t know,” he rushes out in a whisper. his voice cracks on the last syllable; his breathing turns shallow. the universe bristles and tuts at his trembling hands, reprimands heavy on her winter tongue. (you should know better, she chides.) and then, the reflexes kick in– “i just thought.. i just wanted to help! why did you do that to those people? you should have just called the police!”
It was at the boy’s cluelessness was when Alastair realised that the half-blood truly did not know who he was (and maybe even his true identity). Was he explained of his origin or was he this foolish and naive, denying the truth that was blatantly described to him. Whatever the case was, the demon simply had no patience with him and another mistake from him, no matter if it was by accident or not, with good intentions or the opposite, Alastair would not hesitate to bring a pain that he could never imagine. "Did I asked for help boy!? Did it look like I could not handle them?” he questioned in fury. If there’s one thing that the great demon dislike, it was of others thinking he was defenceless, useless even. He was the great white demon! The most superior of his kind. Heck, he was the great tormentor of hell and those poor enslaved souls would consider themselves lucky to be in his presence, to be given the time of day to be ‘touched’ by him. Yet this halfling does not know who he is? He definitely needs to tell his sister about this, to remind her that whichever stray she was to pick up was to be educated about him. They were all living under his goddamn roof after all. Casting his eyes away from the pest for a second to look back at the crime he had just committed, all he could see were shadows that were once there. “What did I do?” he looked back at the boy. “I killed them. Literally burned them from the face of the Earth and brought them to hell where they truly belong. And before you go calling them people, weren’t they the ones who attacked me?”









