Wandering Soul

Hello, my name is Jongdae, I am dead and gone. Only my soul remains and it is bound to this world. I have no past. Where do I come from? Nowhere. Where do I go? Forward. I've fallen so far from where I started, and I won't...I ca not go back. Now all there is for me is my desire to watch over the living. I use to sing for a a band called Exo, but when I died they replaced me. They said I had the voice of an angel but now my song is broken. I have no wings and I have no life. All I have is my hope. I am a Fallen Angel. I am a the guardian of the dead ~~~~~~~~~ M!A R/S || S/O (RP blog. Possible 18+ content. No gifs or photos are mine unless stated otherwise.)

[angelofdeath-jongdae]

"All the people who have deactivated. Sad indeed.” 

[captivatesme]

70 ?? reasons why you can’t have a bias list w/EXO: JONGDAE.

[kimjongsity-deactivated20150307]

宝贝。。。

[royalgaysworld]

some random kaisoo moments in which kyungsoo is the one who initiates  skinship & stuff like that for anonymous 

[stop-being-foolish-deactivated2]

I’ve seen this picture a couple times already but it’s still sooo damn cute. 

[angelofdeath-jongdae]

Url change and updated info.

[angelofdeath-jongdae]

All things come to an end...or do they?

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Yifan cried out and quickly sat up, clutching his chest in pain. He started to breath hard and jumped up off his bed in the House of Sins.  “Jongdae!” he screamed, storming out the door. He found the angel’s broken body on the ground and he fell to his knees. His hand went to the bloody dagger and he growled loudly while he examined the wound. His heart sank when he saw that not even a normal angel could heal alone from this, let alone Jongdae’s broken body. There was blood everywhere and it now stained Yifan’s hands but he didn’t seem to care. The demon looked at the boy, his bright red eyes locked onto the angel’s face, “JONGDAE! WAKE UP!” he yelled, shaking the boy. When the angel didn’t stir, the elder reared back and looked around. He gritted his teeth and then picked up Jongdae, cradling him in his arms. “Dammit you little shit. You can’t leave me, I spent all that time trying to save your sorry ass.” He growled. Then he disappeared, leaving a charred circle where he once stood. He wasn’t seen again until a few hours later when he stalked into the House, drenched in blood, exhaustion covering his face. Disappearing off to his room, he cleaned up and got ready to hunt. He had quarry in mind tonight, and he would enjoy this hunt quite a bit. 

[angelofdeath-jongdae]

In his haste, Jongdae had left his notebook in the House's library. The Fallen Angel always filled it with his every thought and some of his most beautiful drawing were in the book. Every little thing about him was in this book and it would probably never been found. In the moment of his death, the book fell to the floor. An invisible breeze blew through the pages and everything slowly faded. Then, suddenly, it stopped at the very last page in which one single statement was written neatly on the page. The golden lettering shimmered and then it dulled. The only words left were in the back and that was the final thing to slowly fade. This is only the ending to a new beginning. I am always here.  And there the book lay, waiting for it's owner to come back so that it may be alive once more. 

[angelofdeath-jongdae]

All things come to an end...or do they?

After leaving the note, he took one last look around at the place that had been his home for so long. He smiled sadly, feeling both relieved and heartbroken at the thought of leaving. This was what he needed to do. Maybe he would come back one day if he was permitted to. Mewling, he ran a hand through his hair and bowed his head. By the time his note was found, he would be long gone.

He had left everything here. He would take nothing except the tattered old clothes he had brought here with him. Humming softly, he made his way to the door with a skip to his step. Throwing one last glance back, he opened the big wooden door and slipped out with another noise. He walked down the way and finally he was at the iron gates. Taking a breath, he opened it and stepped outside.

With a heavy heart, he made a soft sad noise and looked around. Where was he going to disappear off to? Maybe he would go--

Suddenly, Jongdae felt all the air rush out of him. Life around him slowed and lights blurred as a terrible pain spread through his chest. Jongdae heaved and coughed, a bitter coppery taste filling his his mouth. He choked and fell to his knees. Frowning, he looked down and that was when he saw it. A pure silver cylinder blade protruding from his skin. He blinked in surprise, having not registered the new pain until he focused on it. Jongdae whimpered softly, his chest sending spasms of pain through every inch of his body. Darkness started the creep in on the younger and he frowned, confused. What was happening? Why was there so much pain? What was going on?

A dark figure knelt over and angel, and sharp yellow canines gleamed at him while a sinister laugh filled the hair. Jongdae's eyes grew wide and he attempted to scramble away. A hand shot out and large fingers wrapped themselves around the angel's scrawny neck. "The Lady sends her greetings." The form laughed and then slammed the younger to the ground. Jongdae's body shuddered and his vision flickered. Struggling to breath, he simply lay there, his whole life slowly flashing before his eyes. As the figure stood and slipped into the darkness, he felt his life seem to follow into the dreary nothingness. He felt like he was being slowly drained of everything but pain. Utterly confused, he lay there and his eyelids slowly fluttered closed. He shook himself awake and looked down. Understanding slowly flooded into the angel and he felt sad. Lodged into his chest was a blade. An angel's blade forged in holy fire. He closed his eyes once again and pursed his lips, knowing that the dagger stuck into his chest right below his heart was his death...but somehow it was okay. Everything would be okay. He was ready. He had lived since the beginning of time and now it was finally time for him to rest...almost. There were two things he still had to do. Only two, but dark hands were already enveloping themselves around the small Fallen Angel to carry him away.

With a shaky breath, he mentally cut the bond he had with his blood brother. Crying out in pain as the thread was severed, he clenched his fists. Heaving, he let his head fall back. There was one last thing...and then he could leave. Pursing his lips, he opened his eyes and sent one last message. Smiling a little, he took one last breath...and then he simply closed his eyes. As his body became limp, one lone tear slowly fell down over his pale skin. It fell much like Jongdae had, and then it hit the earth. Silence fell. Nothing seemed to dare even make a simple noise. The wind ceased. The birds became quiet. All of creation seemed to freeze...and then he exhaled. His last breath for a very very long time.

[artofadesignermind]

Town designed to look like a drought burdened desert

[diamondmanaphy]

SO THE ALIENS DON’T ATTACK IT!!!!

[angelofdeath-jongdae]

Bye guys~

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[angelofdeath-jongdae]

He walks in and sits down on his dash, quietly writing down something on his notebook while he hummed happily to himself. 

[angelofdeath-jongdae]

How Jongdae ruined me >_<

me:Chen in a suit does things to me

me:Chen in a sleeveless shirt does things to me

me:Chen singing does things to me

me:Chen talking does things to me

me:Chen laughing does things to me

me:Chen trolling does things to me

me:.......

me:conclusion Chen does things to me....

[angelofdeath-jongdae]

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[gixheechul-deactivated20130928]

(/pulls him in a tight hug and doesn’t let go) huggies c:

[angelofdeath-jongdae]

The smaller male wrapped his arms around Heechul and squeezed him lightly, "How are you doing?" 

[12-05-24]

[maknaeh]

[angelofdeath-jongdae]

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Gixheechul: He mewls and nods, purring softly at the thought, "Hugs are always welcome~"