who knows how many times had he been sent away from school with bloodied knuckles and a bleeding nose? sik knew how to take a lashing. so he wasn't exactly sure why his hands were filled with an unexplainable tremor, after knocking some unidentified gleam on his ass when challenged to do so during fight club. half of him wondered why he was even there in the first place, stiffly reminding himself that aside from delving into peoplesâ dreams, he couldnât care less whether or not he received his daily dose of interactions with another living thing.
and yet the boy inside of his mind, young and angry and volatile cries out for measly grains of nothingness, calls upon anybody to give him the right sort of attention he had missed when growing up. these moments arenât too often, but when hyosik does experience such intense feelings, his mind comes misconstrued with messages - signals going haywire. and every craving for a soft touch becomes a harsh fist in return, and nothing is resolved. he has it written that he can change, let go of his demons, but not fast enough for his liking.
so for now all he can hope for is that he gets back to his dormitories in time, without anybody seeing him and asking questions he hasnât got the answer to. he really fucking hopes for that more than anything.Â
everyone knew kali and her power had a difficult relationship, mostly with the fact that it was never her that could use it and only ember. so the fact that her notebook under her hand right now was slowly starting to catch flames without her notice, it was a.. curiosity. but kali was distracted. tired, and distracted. she hadnât been able to hear ember since the situation with sonho, the other girl hadnât taken back over anyway but kali was lucky enough to have avoided confrontation during that periodâ but as angry as she was at her, she was worried. it was leading to sleepless nights really. but right now she was distracted again thinking about what had happened, and it still upset her, so it wasnât a surprise that her eyes were red and puffy from a previous break down even if she was trying to hide it. but what she really needed to notice right nowâ was the paper burning up. it just didnât help when the flames wouldnât burn her.
tucked in between rows of multi-structured library shelves, hyosik found some level of solace. though his powers urged him to be sociable at the worst of times, nature-wise he was a rather reserved person. a snappy little spitfire, but one that prefered to keep himself to himself until provoked. whilst others chose to bask in the afternoon sun, or meet up with friends for lunch, sik lurked in corners and drank in the shadows - finding himself checking out yet another literature novel that heâd finish within a day or two. by the looks of things, heâd get through at least one entire shelf by the end of the year.Â
though the slightly aged place usually smells rather.. stale, (he blames it mainly on abandoned food thatâs snuck in when the librarian seems more immersed in her dramas than the place sheâs meant to be manning) one thing heâs not used to is thick wads of smoke carrying through the air, eyes darting around immediately to see if someone had been stupid enough to light up in here. black pupils expand, then narrow, as they settle on the flicker of an ever-growing flame, held within the hands of a girl who looks, quite frankly, out of it. briefly sik finds himself debating what to do, to leave or stay, though inwardly he knows that if this library goes up in flames heâll have to sit in the canteen like every other person, and thatâs not happening any time soon.
âare you crazy?â he approaches, words bland, no mask to hide his bafflement at her complete nescience, holding what was now a pile of ashes, black sut coating her finger tips. â.. youâre literally burning through that book of yours. do i need to go get some water manipulator to duel you, or are you going to cut that shit out before you take down yourself, along side the entire school?â
THIS WAS ONE OF THE RARE TIMES that hyeju had some kind of anger in the pit of her stomach. on the rare nights where sleep didnât come like it should have, she ran to the building that she hated the most, ( a very rare thing for someone like her ), this was one of the few times where she sacrificed her sanity for a few hours in the gym. she melted, absolutely demolished, anything that got in her way. her fingertips itched to control the most powerful acids she could recall at the moment. in an almost demonic trance, she threw her spheres of hydrofluoric acid at the mannequins. watching the white things melt in front of her eyes, she could only feel drops of acid on her palm. there was no pain.Â
mother dearest would tell her a real lady would never lose her temper. her mother would scold her for acting so much like an animal. she was somewhat of a monster. she knew better than to argue with someone who birthed her, used her, and mustered no emotional connection with her. it continued to drip, drip, drip onto her skin.Â
corrupted and annoyed, in the darkness, she watched as the dummy melted into nothingness. then there was a sound, footsteps. someone was here. and she did not like this, not one bit. in a fury, she spun on her heels, another floating blob of hydrofluoric acid in her grasps.
âyou b e t t e r come out, i am not in a generous mood. and if you donât dear, i will watch you burn and melt into a puddle in pure ectasy.â
at this time of night, hyosik was rarely ever present in his body. instead the boy was delving into the depths of other peopleâs subconscious, pricking their thoughts with a specific sort of lust that could drive a person insane with how fervent it was, and yet tonight sik found himself completely unable to do what he did best, all because of his own mind that he ironically failed to control - restless.. full of thoughts that needed to be emptied via distraction.Â
the gymnasium isnât well equipped for powers like his, thereâs plenty of apparatus which allows a thorough exercising of his demon vessel - but itâs not like they have a couple of sleepless bodies hanging around with minds open, just begging to be infiltrated. with claws sharp and steely he pushes into the core of the dummy nearest to his form, assumingly where somebodyâs liver and spleen would sit, twisting in a manner somewhat jaded. sickeningly slowly sharp digits are wrenched up and around, before watching itâs coarse stuffing fall out of the gaping hole left behind.Â
itâs not enough to physically tire him out, though. an alternate plan sees his wings sprout as though they were an extension of his spine, canineâs lengthening tenfold, and though he should be feared he looks more alluring now than ever, similar to that of an angel of death than a demon. beauty is dangerous, heâs been told, and he becomes aware of it more than ever when heâs in such a state.
a sizzling noise has his back turning as his wings unfold outwards, somebody calling out with a tone non-too kind. briefly sik finds himself wondering if the feminine voice belonged to a person who would be interested in joining in on his little game. then he thinks that really, he doesnât have to wonder when he can find out.Â
âthatâs a very big promise for somebody who canât even locate where i am right now.â his reply is full of mischief, voice echoing tauntingly around the empty hall as he begins to move. his stealth hasnât kicked in yet, but with the right amount of adrenaline fused into his blood, it just might. âi think you should come and find me, then weâll see about that puddle melting business.â
â earlier, i couldâve sworn i saw KIM MIN GYU on campus, but itâs just KIM HYO SIK. i heard they were sorted as a GLEAM and theyâre only 19 years old majoring in PSYCHOLOGY here at imperium, which isnât surprising considering their ability is INCUBUS PHYSIOLOGY. people call him the ROUĂ because he is supposedly FORWARD, but also MACHIAVELLIAN but who knows if thatâs true, itâs their ability that matters.Â
itâs ya boy felix back at it again, just not with a little flower power kid this time. i felt like i needed a muse that was less socially inept and also wanted to challenge myself, and so here is my embodiment of sin. do with him what you will. or just do him, i guess.Â
tw under the cut: suggested underage, abortion mention, blasphemy, nsfw?? heâs literally an incubi everything he does will be nsfw
hyosik is the last child of three, and a curse upon his family. quite literally, when his father was a priest in training a woman (who heâd soon find out has dark magic abilities) was refused refuge for the night at the church and out of spite, put a curse upon their third child. ( sounds like the plot of a disney film right - it wont in a minute i promise )
one would think that answer to that would be simply, donât have three children. unfortunately, hyosik was unexpected. catholics donât do protection, and they certainly donât think about abortion. and so he was born and though they expected him to be physically disfigured, they were both relieved and apprehensive to find that outwardly - nothing was wrong with him at all.
thankfully, he turned out to be normal. kim hyosik was quite talkative, a little restless in school, but generally.. he was a decent kid. as the years went by, talk of hyosikâs curse became less of a topic touched upon in their household and more of a laughable myth that had his fatherâs nose turning up haughtily at the mere mention.Â
unfortunately, come his 15th birthday, something changed. after mass, his priest of a father stumbled upon one of the elder alter boys trying to have their way with hyosik, and when he had finally been pried off the younger boy he begun accusing the other of seducing him in his dreams. he screamed of the devil inside of this boy, and technically, he wasnât wrong.
heâs a demon, though. same difference, to them. and as it begun to happen more and more - to congregation goers, neighbours, old, young, anybody - his father had made the final decision to get rid of him once and for all before he tainted the household with his âevil spiritâ. for years up until his acceptance at the institute he had been thrown into foster care, where all of these cases duplicated to the point where he forced himself awake to not wake up in another personâs dreams.Â
generally, hyosik is a very private person. some say it adds to his whole appeal and well, heâs not going to argue with that. heâd rather sit in silence and read a book than have a lengthy conversation about literally anything, he only cares about pretty faces when theyâre sleeping and he can delve into their dreams, when theyâre at their weakest, though itâs fucked up. he has troubles with emotions though and canât necessarily express love or admiration or anything, because heâs literally lust embodied.Â
to say he was the bad seed of his Good Catholic Family would be an understatement, but he was also the kid who got abandoned half way through school and it turned him into the very curse that theyâd feared, which made him recoil into himself. he got into fights, was frequently suspended from school, ran with the Wrong Crowd, and eventually dropped out of high school. technically, heâs not even qualified to be at university. heâs more interested in having his pants around his ankles and just being a general man / woman eater.Â
other facts about his abilities are that he gains boosted strength, speed, supernatural level of beauty and some magical abilities such as dealing with illusions and mental manipulation. sometimes when he becomes more powerful, physical changes can occur like fangs, claws, pointed tail and wings sprouting from various parts of his body. also, if youâve got angel physiology youâve literally got him trumped because he canât do shit to you. so congrats. heâll be pissed at the very fact.Â
itâs 3am and i dont know why i started writing this. come plot with me on discord at exomfuneral#3488 unless iâve passed out from exhaustion like i think i willÂ
