God of Love
Incubi were strange creatures, built only to feed off others, use them and then drop them. They were meant to simply take and take. Love was a rare occurrence, not normal in the eyes of any Incubus.
However, Jin was never normal.
It had been years too late that he’d finally grasped his powers, he’d been shunned by others of his species. He’d been forgotten, left behind.
Yet when everyone had been so cold to him, there was one being that had shown kindness. He’d been barely older than thirteen when he’d left his clans grounds and wandered into the forest. Barely older than thirteen when he’d experienced kindness for the first time in a long time. Kindness in the form of a simple phrase, spoken softly next to him.
“Oh my… You’re so far away from your land, Incubus. What has brought you here, looking so sad?”
Thinking back on it, Jin knew he shouldn’t be surprised.
If anyone could make an Incubus fall in love, it would be Him.
The God of Love.
Yet from this love spawned the raw hatred toward himself.
He felt broken, like a failure to his species.
It took over a year for him to finally come to terms with his feelings toward the God and he planned on confessing, hoping that the God would accept his feelings.
He’d climbed the steps to the temple, just like he had many times before.
“Stop me if you don’t wish for this…” Jin heard the familiar voice from inside the temple and he stopped, peeking into the temple to see who Jimin spoke to.
“I wouldn’t dream of stopping you.”
The second he saw the God’s lips connect with those of his Champion, Jin backed up, a sharp gasp leaving his lips as he turned and ran from the temple.
The Champion.
He’d forgotten about the fucking Naiad.
How Jimin had always looked at him like he held the world in his hands, how the Champion always seemed to interrupt when Jin had a moment alone with the God.
But who wouldn’t fall for the God of Love.
And just like that, a burning hatred for the Naga formed, but it didn’t seem to get rid of the love that he also harbored. The two emotions contrasted each other, yet they seemed to form something of their own.
He wanted to see Jimin suffer for hurting him. He wanted to hurt Jimin, but wanted to do it in a way he wouldn’t know, so he could still win his heart.
He needed to get rid of the only things standing in his way.
The Champion.
But as time passed, Jin wasn’t exactly sure how he would do it. He started to think he should give it up, but then when he’d met Taehyung, he knew that he couldn’t. That this was only the beginning and he needed to finish what he’d started.
He needed to make Jimin suffer.
They’d planned and planned. They’d taken their time putting it all together, covering every single detail.
And they finally had it, a way to get rid of the Naiad, and get the ring from him.
He’d filled in Namjoon, knowing he’d need the Gargoyle’s strength to execute his plan. They’d tested a lot to see what would be the best way to take out the Naiad. Something that would not harm Namjoon.
That’s how they ended up standing on the edge of the river, waiting. The sun was high, just past noon. Normally around this time was when Jimin would rest and Daehyun would normally come back to the river.
It was incredibly warm and Jin was growing impatient as he waited.
And soon enough, he saw the familiar figure coming into sigh. Both Daehyun and Jin just as thrilled as the other to see each other.
“Seokjin. What can I help you with?” Daehyun asked cooly, an eyebrow raised. Jin hummed, glancing at Namjoon next to him.
“Is it a crime for me to want to enjoy the river?” Jin crossed his arms over his chest, his lip curling back in a snarl when Daehyun snorted.
“Right, sure. Like you would come anywhere near my territory to enjoy the river,” Daehyun muttered, moving to sit on the riverbank, his feet dipping into the water. Now that Daehyun had his eyes turned away, Namjoon’s eyes flashed and Jin nodded to him.
In an instant, Namjoon’s wings spread out and he lunged forward, his cold, stone arms wrapping around Daehyun, a shocked shout leaving the Naiad’s lips as he tried to reach for his sword. His voice was cut off as he was slammed into the water by the Gargoyle, the stone being’s arm not letting go as he dove into the water.
Jin knew he didn’t have long before Namjoon would lose his hold on the Naiad, especially underwater. Daehyun had the upper hand in his own territory.
Jin dropped to his knees and slipped his clawed hands into the water, ignoring how cold it was against his leathery skin. He closed his eyes and tried to summon as much of his power as he could. The sky above them darkened slightly as clouds moved in front of the sun.
His body felt like it was humming as he gathered all his strength, his arms shaking at the force. His hands sparked under the water before there was a deafening crash, blue lightening flashed in the river and water exploded around them, soaking the riverside and the trees on the edge of the forest. Jin’s eyes shot open, the pink iris’ glowing as he slowly stood up, water dripping from his hair.
His body felt drained as his heart was pounding against his chest. He’d never used that much power all at once, but he’d expected this. He knew this was going to be difficult.
Slowly, his eyes lost their glow and the clouds drifted out of the suns path, letting the rays hit the soaked riverbank. Jin looked around him and watched as Namjoon burst from the water, his hand wrapped around the Naiad’s ankle. His stone wings carried him through the air and as he got closer, he swung his arm, easily tossing Daehyun onto the ground by Jin’s feet before he landed behind the Incubus. Jin stared down at the body, growling when he saw the slight rise and fall of the Naiad’s chest.
“You’re a resilient son of a bitch, aren’t you?” Jin muttered as he knelt down, checking the sword sheath strapped to Daehyun’s back, smirking when he saw the sword still safely tucked inside. He pulled the sword from the sheath and adjusted his grip before he pressed his to Daehyun’s throat, head tipping to the side. He watched the Naiad slowly open his eyes, his breathing shaky.
“I’m glad it turned out like this. It would have been a shame to miss seeing your face,” Jin smiled down at the Champion, his eyes cold and swung the sword down, feeling it cut through Daehyun’s skin with ease.
Stabbing the sword into the ground, Jin stared down at the mess of blood that was slowly pooling from the Naiad’s throat, soaking into the grass around him. Reaching down, Jin hooked his finger into the chain of Daehyun’s necklace, tearing it from his neck. He stared at the ring in his palm for a moment before he turned to look at Namjoon, satisfaction in his eyes as he wrapped his fingers around the ring.
“Toss his body into the river. I’ll be taking this to the temple,” he hummed as he held up the chain holding the ring. “Then I’ll meet you back at the castle.”
Namjoon nodded and watched Jin’s wings spread out, flapping a few times before he lifted himself into the air. The temple wasn’t too far from where they were and Jin was landing on the steps not too long after. He set the ring down on the steps before he knocked on the heavy temple doors before he retreated to hide in the forest. He knew if he handed the ring to Jimin directly, he would be too obvious. He wanted to act like it was just by chance that he came.
When the doors opened, Jin ducked into the shadows, staring at the Naga slowly slithering out of the temple. He looked around for a moment before his eyes lowered to where the ring was resting on the steps of the temple.
Jin watched as the Naga’s eyes widened and he reached down to take to ring in his hand, staring at it. Jin had been ready for tears, screaming, crying.
What he had not expected was for the Naga to go back into the temple silently. The door slammed shut behind him and Jin vaguely heard the sound of the bar falling into place behind the door, blocking off entry into the temple. It was very rare that Jimin would ever use it.
Stepping out from his cover, Jin ran up the steps of the temple, his fist pounding against the marble doors, yet there was no answer, not even a sound from inside.
Only silence followed.
Jin reasoned that perhaps he would have to give it a bit of time, that maybe he couldn’t swoop in immediately after.
He returned day after day, knocked on the door, called for the God of Love and no answer came.
The door remained locked and Jin didn’t see Jimin for days.
And slowly, days turned to weeks, weeks to months and months to years.
And slowly, the love that Jin had felt for the God of Love faded.
