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We all knew this was going to happen at some point and I thought that being warned before was going to help, but Iâm still upset? I donât know.. I have been in this roleplay for a ridiculous long time, almost since the beginning and it's heartbreaking to see celestial gone.Â
I donât even know what Iâm writing here, but we all know Iâm going to ramble like crazy, right? xD Iâm not going anywhere, just so you know. This is not a goodbye post, believe me. I love my Jackson and everyone here too much for me to actually leave everything behind. Iâm definitively not ready to let it go. Sooo if you want to continue to plot with me or to continue our thread, let me know. :)
I really donât want to get myself into fights, especially because I understand both sides. I understand that the admins want to keep the happy memories of this place, but I also understand why we are all upset about this.. We have lives, college and exams, but we did our best at staying active, in the best way we could. Our activity wasnât like our âgolden monthsâ, but we werenât inactive tho.. The admins did their best and Iâm very thankfully for all their hard work. This was a fun adventure and thank you for giving us this place. It really was one of the best roleplays of my life. :) But like I said, Iâm really not ready to let it go.. So Iâm not leaving. I still consider this roleplay a family and I think of everyone here as part of my family too. We canât leave family behind, can we?Â
So I guess this is all I had to say? xD See? I rambled hahaha
Anyway, message me if you want to plot, continue our thread or just talk?Â
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⼠- What does âloveâ mean to them?
â - What are they afraid of?
⌠- What is one thing about them that they are most proud of?
⣠- What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)
â - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?
âž- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?
âź - Something that/Someone who makes them happy.
â - If theyâre caught out in the rain how do they react?
⪠- Are they musically inclined?
⍠- What kind of music do they enjoy?
â - How do they react to praise?
â - How do they handle rejection?
âş - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats?
â - Â Favorite season and why?
⎠- Do they have an idol or someone they look up to?
⤠- Do they have a love interest?
â - Who is someone they just cannot stand?
â - Do they value loyalty?
â - Do they trust easily?
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The demon narrowed his eyes slightly at the nephilim.
Deep down, Jackson knew that Mark was only trying to mess with him. Still, being the one of the easiest guys to annoy, he really couldnât even think clearly at this point. This was exactly why it was easy to win him sometimes. âBanned what, Marky? I donât know what you are talking about.â Instead of talking, it was easier to avoid this topic. Otherwise, they would spend the entire day talking about Kim Mark and his suitors. If that happened, Jackson would sulk until the end of their day and he didnât want him to know that he had really won today. Â
The corners of his lips curved into a smirk at the excitement on Markâs face. âYou liked that idea that much? Promise!â The man chuckled, wrapping his pinky finger around his as a way of saying that he was going to keep his word. Why not? Birthday at Lotte World seemed fun, even if he didnât know who was going to invite. It wasnât like his demon friends were going to want to come too. Unless it was to attack a few humans, of course.
It was only when the demon heard his question that he understood what he was implying. âOh.â Did he want to spend his birthday only with him? âOnly you and me?â Jackson asked him, with the smirk still present on his lips. âIf you want me only to yourself, all you have to do is ask.â He teased him, knowing he was starting a new âbattleâ between them. To be honest, he highly doubted that his friends would want to come to the party. He couldnât think of anyone, who would be interested in coming. Perhaps a few would stop by for cake â if he had a cake â but he really had some doubts.
That was something they had in common.
Pickles were always the worse part in a burger. Both of them agreed with this, so it wouldnât be a surprise, if taking it off was the first thing they did as soon as the burgers would arrive.
Even with he pushed him down, the demon burst out laughing in amusement. âThat together we are cooler. We know Iâm cool, but you become cooler when you are with me.â Standing up straight, Jackson took a few steps away from him, in case he would try to get his revenge for what he had said. âOh look, thatâs a huge burger!â The Hong Konger pointed to one of the sides of the restaurant, waiting for Mark to look at that direction before he started to laugh again. There was nothing there. The demon had only done this to be able to run away from him, wanting to get the table at the corner and the seat against the wall. Rushing to the table, he tried to not bump into anyone before he sat down on the seat. âHurry up, Marky!â
People were probably still staring at them, but Jackson wasnât even bothered about it. âHip hop is in my blood. Rapping canât be very hard⌠YO!â The demon laughed out loud once again, finally answering him, before he whistled for the employee. The man frowned in confusion, not used of Jacksonâs way of calling for him. After a moment or two, he approached their table. âI want two cheeseburgers and chips, the big ones, please. And I want a coke too, with ice.â
Supernatural life wasnât much different from specie to specie, but a demon was always going to a demon. There were needs that only demons had and that only demons could satisfy. This was one of them. In personality, demons had always been greedy souls, always searching for new sources of making their lives more pleasurable. The forbidden fruit was always the most desired of them all and that was exactly what was happening between Jackson and Yuri. His instinct was telling him ânoâ, but his entire body was telling him âyesâ. It was an internal fight that he certainly thought it was unnecessary, because his body was already winning. It was impossible to deny the effects that a beautiful woman had, when they were so willed in giving you what you want and life was so much harder when this same beautiful woman perfectly fit your ideal type: tanned skin, sporty body, a pair of legs to die for and a deep voice to match how attractive she was.
Yuri (or Megan) was exactly this type of woman and no matter how much he wanted to stay away from her, there was something that continued to draw him to her. She was a mermaid and the demon was a sailor adrift at sea. In this moment, his life didnât have any direction. It was completely focused on the woman on the top of him and how much he wanted to ignore the warnings of his mind. The strong need to breath was there, even if he didnât have enough strength to pull away from her, only drowning in her irresistible scent. Their kisses were needy and there was some despair behind the way his lips molded against hers, wanting more and more from her.
It was even more addicted than any kind of drug. Â
Iâm testing the waters. Donât drown.
Donât drown? It was already a bit late for that, wasnât it?
Her mesmerizing voice was reaching his ears, cradling him into this into this whirl of desire. Jackson was falling into the mermaidâs trap. Swimming to the opposite direction wasnât even an option now. His demoniac mind was telling him to take what he wanted without even considering the consequences of his actions. Their lips pulled apart briefly when Yuri crawled to his lap. Before she had time to finish her sentence, both of his hands were already sliding across her tanned thighs. Despite the rain from outside and how soaked they had been because of it earlier at the street, her skin was warm. Yuriâs hands were burning his skin, leaving trails of fire on it. Fighting the urge to shiver at the feeling, Jacksonâs hands went from her thighs to her hips underneath the t-shirt she was wearing. The demonâs touch was teasingly, with the promise of driving her wild if he said âyesâ to her.
Jacksonâs eyes closed briefly at the touch of her tempting lips against his skin. The cambionâs teeth came out to play, but it was only when they bit his earlobe that his patience reached to his limit. Demons werenât known for their patience and their control was usually on the edge, waiting for the most unexpected moment to snap. Yuri had done the trick and it hadnât taken too long. A deep groan came from the back of his throat as the demon hooked his hands underneath her knees and in a swift movement, he raised them both from the couch. Jackson didnât even care about his room as instead, the demon pushed her roughly against the wall in front of him.
âYes.â His tone was stained in desire. His eyes darkened as he stared into hers, before a smirk came across his lips. âFor tonight, because the night is cold and there is nothing better than another warm body to make it warmer.â Jackson tilted his head lightly to the side as his eyes found her lips for a brief moment. âYou may not be the best meal for me to not starve, but Iâm sure you have the best taste of whatâs in between your legs. At least, I can still âeatâ.â This was the reason why playing with demons was so much better. They were made from the same material and the naughtiness of their actions and words matched. They were the perfect pair made in hell. There was no compromise between them, only pleasure. No matter what, they were always on the same page.
Why talk? They were only wasting time.
Not saying any other word, he closed the distance between their lips once again. Pressing his body against hers, while pushing her against the cold wall behind her, Jackson slid his hands from underneath her knees to her waist, slowly moving them to her waist and only stopping when they were on her ribs, beneath her chest. His fingers played with her skin there, teasing her by moving the pads of his fingertips in circles, drawing patterns on her skin. Being the impatient man he was, the demon bit down on her bottom lip, pulling it between his lips as he tugged on it slightly. Opening his eyes to stare into hers, teasing her with the fire in them to allow entrance to her mouth, his hands finally moved to cup her breasts. Did she think he hadnât noticed she wasnât wearing a bra underneath his t-shirt? It had been an open invitation for him to desire her and take what he wanted from her.
Because in the end of the day, it wasnât only Kown Yuri who was playing a game.
This had always been mutual â a mouse and cat game, that had been going around in circles and circles.
The demonâs white floor was stained in a bright red color. The dark marble counter was covered in ripped clothes and from where the dancer was, laying down on the stomach on the floor, he could clearly see the drops of blood still dripping, from the corner of that same counter. There was a troublesome silence in the apartment and in his disturbed mind, he knew his cellphoneâs battery had died in the middle of the night.
Finally. His parents couldnât call him anymore. The interrogatory didnât have to happen and Jackson didnât have to be forced to go anywhere. Since they were friends, his boss from the dancing studio probably called his father, letting him know that his son didnât show up at work for days now. Everyone expected his parents to have a hold on them, but what could they do? The demon was in Seoul and they were in Hong Kong. No matter how powerful and influential his father was, he couldnât control 100% of his life from there. This was the short sensation of freedom that he loved. It was the only thing he had done, now that Tyler was dead.
There was a real emptiness in him. Almost like a piece of his life was lost.
The reason why his brother was kidnapped in the first place was because of him. If he hadnât tried to proclaim some independence against their father, he wouldnât have lost a brother and their parents wouldnât have lost a son. The feeling of guilty was slowly suffocating him, reminding him that he was only a child, wanting something he was never going to have.
And now, Tyler was dead.
At the thought, Jackson forced his eyes opened. The lights from the kitchen almost blinded him and he closed them suddenly once again. The muscles of his body werenât allowed him to move. The young man tried to cover his eyes with one of his hands, but his body wasnât obeying him. His lips parted as a soft groan escaped from the back of his throat. The saliva in his mouth was dry and it didnât take him long to realize he hadnât drunk or eaten for a long time. Still, his stomach wasnât begging for anything.
That was when he tasted the metallic flavor in his mouth.
His taste buds were enjoying this. Licking his bottom lip, the taste only became even more predominant.
Blood. As soon as Wang Jackson realized this, the demon opened his eyes suddenly, ignoring the sharp pain in his head. It was the promise of a headache. The lights were still affecting his vision but now, he could clearly see the mess his apartment became. The glass on the floor told him he had broken a few things. Looking down at his hand, it took him only a minute to notice the glass shards underneath his fingers. At this sight, Jackson wouldnât be surprised, if he was laying down on more shards. Had he been the one who broke this? Or did someone enter in his apartment?
That was when he smelled the delicious scent of raw meat. His dark hungry eyes followed the smell, finding out the human who was laying down on the floor beside the dining table. It was a man. Jackson didnât have any doubts about it, even if he could only see his back. His face was facing the right side, in the kitchenâs direction. That was also when he noticed the red stained kitchenâs floor and the dry blood on the cupboard, as well as the blood drops dripping from the counter. What seemed to be a buttoned up shirt was ripped in shards around the kitchen. Some fabric was on the counter, decorating the place in a grotesque way. Several buttons were overspreading on the floor, but Jackson didnât pay attention to them as a sick smirk crossed his lips.
Did he kill the man? The demon couldnât even recall this. In fact, he couldnât even remember what happened in the last days.
Perhaps the pain of losing his older brother had sent him to insanity.
But at least he had gotten himself a meal.
Dragging his heavy body through the living room to the dining room, Jackson only stopped when he was behind the man. Did his face matter? Not really. It was only a face like many others. In the past year, the demon had lost the count of how many humans Jackson had killed and to be honest, any of them really mattered. They were only food, only meat that satisfied the demon inside of him. They were only one and somehow, the dancer had always taken pleasure in this too.
Pushing the man to his stomach, he noticed a wound on his side. It was still open and sort of fresh. Maybe he had only killed him yesterday and that was probably why he didnât smell like rotten flesh. Bending down on the top of the victim, he licked the blood around the wound, enjoying the taste on his tongue. His teeth sought for the edge of the wound, sinking the canines in it with the purpose of tearing the meat. His hand was also searching for an organ in another opened wound. The demon was controlling his body now, wanting to satisfy its own hunger.
Demons were monsters. Demons were cannibals. Demons were hungry and greedy souls.
But they also had their needs, despite their emotions.
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Troublemaker was Jacksonâs middle name. This was something he couldnât deny. The man was a magnet of trouble and he didnât have any problem in admitting it straight away. From times to times, troubles didnât come after him and in those moments, it was the demon who usually sought for them, especially when hunters were involved. It was almost like a hobby to Jackson. It was a meticulous scheme. From searching for the most dangerous hunter to the art of leaving hints for the hunter to find him, all these steps needed to be taken with perfectionism. This could be the difference between winning this game or dying in the end. Jackson had always loved testing death, even when he was younger. It was the perfect game to keep him challenged.
However, this time, the demon hadnât sought for anything.
The men had attacked him, because of the competitive side of him. If he hadnât won the last dance competition, he wouldnât be in this situation now and there would be no wound on his stomach, threatening to take the life out of him again. Everything would be different. None of them would be in danger now. Jackson wouldnât be wishing to get out of this mess alive. Youngji wouldnât be in danger because of him. They would have been living their lives peacefully, without even meeting. It was the demonâs fault and even now, Jackson didnât regret proclaiming his victory with loud shouts of joy. It was the way he was and he had always been loud about his winnings.
Perhaps louder than he should have been, because life was kicking his ass now.
âCreep you out?â The words came out with a certain dose of amusement. No, he wasnât making fun of her. The demon just wasnât used of hearing these things. It was very unusual in his world. Somehow, it was a very âhumanâ thing to say. At the mention of her having wounds worse than his, Jackson raised his dark eyes to her, wondering what she had meant with it. Youngji was helping him walking, but his brain was only thinking of the million possible situations for this. What was her story for her to say that she already had wounds worse than his? His stomach was hurting like hell and if her wounds had been worse than this one, the dancer couldnât even imagine the pain she had felt with them. âHowââ
Once again, his words were cut off by the footsteps. Someone was getting closer to them. It didnât take long for Jackson to realize that he wasnât listening to only a pair of footsteps but two. The blood was boiling inside of him, almost like it was trying to prepare him for the worse. The silence was surrounding them, since there was nobody at the street at this time.
It could only be them. The men didnât find him and they were coming back to search for him.
Even wounded, the demon tried to keep in pace with her steps. Youngji was walking faster now, but not to the point of running. It was enough for him to follow her. Hidden in a different alleyway, the demon rested his back against the wall, beside her. A quiet sigh escaped from his lips at his aching wound. Closing his eyes for a moment, the dancer carefully placed one of his hands on his stomach through the black shirt he was wearing. The fabric was dark, but the blood stained his fingertips in a crimson color. âShit. Itâs bleeding too much.â Jackson mumbled under his breath, feeling the sweat dripping from his burning forehead. âI donât think I can run in this state.â The demon told her honestly. âBut the chances of staying here and be caught are high.â He concluded. They were in a big trouble. âYou are the one who got dragged into this. What do you want to do?â
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Instead of answering her, the corners of the demonâs lips curved into a tiny smirk. âBecauseâ was the best answer to give her at this moment, especially because Jackson had a feeling she had second intentions with her actions. People usually said that demonsâ minds were filled with malice and this was probably true. Still, there was always a reasonable explanation behind the suspicion. Demons were usually calculating, but they were also very cautious. They knew their kind like the palm of their own hands, because forthrightly, they were the mirror of each other. Cambions werenât very different from demons. Half of their being had grown up from a seed of evil. It really didnât matter if they were also human and there was something very odd about Yuri.
This was a feeling Wang Jackson couldnât shake away from him.
Getting momentarily distracted with their closeness when she grabbed her bag, the man let out a relieved sigh when she walked away from him. Television was exactly what he needed at the moment. Even if he wasnât a big fan of watching Korean shows, the young man reached for the remote and turned on the television to a random channel. Anything would work to keep his mind away from the mermaid in his apartment. Or otherwise, he would end up falling for her game once again.
It didnât take long for that to start to happen once again. The demonâs attention returned to her when she returned to the living room. She had asked him a question and even if she was at the other side of the couch, the dancer could swear that he was feeling her, right beside him. It was pure torture. There was no mistake when she said âdemonâ instead of âJacksonâ, but the expression on her face was as innocent as before. Her eyes were captivating and incredibly alluring, staring at him and almost reaching his dark soul.
And in that moment, Wang Jackson knew he had done a mistake by looking at her.
Because now, he really couldnât take his eyes away from her.
âI knew what you were as soon as you stepped inside of my apartment.â The demon revealed to her, even if he had listened to what she had told him. âYour aura is dark, but your scent is enthralling. Iâm not on a diet, but fortunately for you, my mind is too busy to think about a proper meal for a poor demon like me.â The joke was obvious in his tone and Jackson hadnât lied, because his body was requiring something else at the moment. Plus, Yuri was half human and the demon had always enjoyed only humans for his meals. 100% humans, in this case.
Unable to resist, his dark eyes took her in for a moment, following the curves of her body, even if it was sort of hidden by his shirt. âLucifer would enjoy your presence in his home.â The man told her with a smirk, taking only another minute to raise his eyes to hers once again. âAnd you know exactly what I mean by dangerousââ His own words were cut off by the first lightning flash and without expecting, the mermaid had moved closer to him. This game had been the one he had tried to avoid, but it was getting harder because Yuri was too close. Her tanned skin was in display. His shirt wasnât covering much of her legs anymore. His own breathing got caught in his throat and he actually had to swallow hard to control his own needs. Damn her and her mermaid tricks.
Once again, the demon was drowning in her eyes. So many times, his own mother had told him to not trust him beautiful women and now, he was weakening because of his body desperately needs. At her question, Jackson didnât dare to open his mouth as he knew his voice would come out hoarse with what he was feeling. Yuri was really alluring and it wasnât only because of her perfect tanned skin. It was certainly like a mermaid song. She was singing a melody that seemed to push him toward her. It didnât matter how much Jackson was trying to fight against it, because there was always something that forced him to fall under her spell.
At this moment, the man couldnât even move a muscle. He was clearly listening to her words and following her actions, especially when her fingertips touched his lips. The mermaidâs melody was silent, but it was still very seductive. And even if he wanted to refuse what she was giving him â not that he was planning to â it was too late, because their lips were finally touching.
Now Jackson didnât have any doubts that he was starting to drown. Their lips were pressed against one another. The light kisses were only making him want her even more. It was almost like she was only giving him a taste of what he could have. Curling his hands into fists to fight the need to grab the woman, the words were whispered against her lips. âYou are playing with fire.â It was a warning, but instead of giving her time to run away from him, the demon inside of him started to appear in the cracks she had created by seducing him. One of his hands promptly moved to her waist, keeping her in place beside him, while his other hand slid to the back of her neck, crashing her lips tightly against his.
Date? Who cared about dates when they were having a blast in Lottie World?
Or at least, the demon knew he was.
Narrowing his eyes slightly at his best friend, he almost dared for him to insist talking about that annoying word once again. If he ever saw his best friend in a date with his own eyes, he certainly wouldnât think twice about killing his date. Or perhaps, in a less dramatic way, he wouldnât talk with Mark for at least a month. Why the need to date, when he could spend all his free time with his friends, especially with him?
âDate is a banned word in my dictionary from now on.â The dancer mumbled grumpily under his breath before he rolled his eyes. It wasnât hard to push his buttons, but the nephilim really knew how to do it with style. It was annoying as hell. The smile was back on his face at the mention of coming back to Lottie World. âWe canât be kicked out. I want to return on my birthday.â As long as his demonsâ friends wouldnât find out, everything would be alright.
âFrench fries with ketchup? Letâs get whatever you want, as long as itâs typically American.â His stomach really needed a break from the Korean food. Or semi-Korean food, because his mother had warned his neighbor â the one who cooked and cleaned his house for him â that her son didnât like spicy foods. The woman had tried to not add any kind of spicy seasoning to his meals, but she claimed that her food was still traditional. The demon was okay with it and he would eat whatever she had for him, as long as he didnât have to cook for himself and the food wasnât spicy. âI only want a burger with a lot of cheese. Extra cheese, ketchup on the bread and pickles.â
A smile was everything he had to offer at Markâs comment about him being a âpoor foreigner manâ. The truth was that Jackson was actually poor, because it had been two years since the man was in Seoul and he still didnât get used of their life style, their food or anything in general. Koreans seemed to be too complex to him, when in fact Wang Jackson couldnât classify himself as a simple man either.
âPft.â The demon scrunched up his nose, pretending to be disgusted with the idea of Mark being as cool as him. âMarkson is not a bad name.â Jackson concluded as the corners of his lips curved into a sly smile. âNot Jark.â He groaned out loud at the sound of that name. âIt sounds like you have a shark, instead of a bear. Markson sounds cooler.â He shrugged slightly, finally arriving to the restaurant where they were going. Opening the door for them, he held it for Mark only for a brief moment before he walked inside first. Typical of him, actually. âItâs like we are Mark and Jackson. We are Markson. Yo.â The sentence came out a rapping song, catching the attention of some of the customers in the restaurant.
If Jackson wasnât in troubles, he would have considered the possibility that the woman with him was up to no good. The demon was very suspicious and he certainly didnât trust easily. It would take him something very important for him to consider someone as a friend. He was shameless in admitting that sometimes, he didnât even trust his own friends. Betrayal was always next door and it could happen at any time. Could he blame them for betraying him for something that was beneficial to them? Not really, because if he was in their place, he would have done the same.
Jackson had always been a selfish man. It was him above everyone else.
But he needed help and suspecting of her was the last thing on his mind right now.
How long would they take to come back for him? It had been a step of luck. Because of his wound, the man had tried to hide from the attackers. It had been the only solution. At the time, he didnât know if it wasnât going to work. They could have suspected that the demon was hidden somewhere and stayed behind. That had been a possibility. However, Jackson had always been a man who took risks and this seemed like a fair risk to take. It had been death or survival.
âIâm not kidding.â The demon took his head as the corners of his lips curved into a smirk. Youngji seemed to be surprised with his answer. They lived in a supernatural world. Should she even be surprised with something related to death? People died in Pyro Hills every day. Jackson had lost the count of how many people he had killed to satisfy the demon inside of him. âThatâs why Iâm a demon.â He revealed to her quietly. Talking seemed to be keeping his mind off the pain he was feeling. It was like his insides were burning with a bright fire. âI sold my soul.â She had said she wasnât going to ask him, but the demon had offered her the answer with a smirk. This had been the best thing that ever happened in his life.
Jackson locked his eyes with Youngjiâs when she came to help him. Allowing her to reach for his arm, his thoughts stayed on her words, wondering how she knew what he was feeling. How much did she already suffer? âThank you.â These were rare words he said to people, but she obviously wouldnât know it, since this had been the first time they met. She had asked him to not talk and that was exactly what he did, slowly drowning once again in the pain he was feeling. Was this an infection? He wasnât a doctor and he couldnât remember the symptoms of an infection. But everything was hurting and even his breathing was coming out in heavy pants. Occasionally, the demon would try to reach for her arm, wanting something to hold on to. However, his hand never got to the destination.
Jackson nodded his head toward the direction of his apartment when they had reached the beginning of the alleyway. âLeft. Itâs only a couple of blocks away. Keys are in my back pocket.â The demon told her, in case something happened and he wouldnât be able to get the keys himself. âWe should continue. They can come back.â That was a possibility and it didnât take long for Jackson to be right.
Soon, two pairs of footsteps could be heard from the other side of the street.