hell raising 🔪 aejeong & anuiel.
for: @anuuiel
to be fair, it was in public but it wasn’t in public. aejeong didn’t care for whether she was seen or not by regular mortals. mostly because she knew that what they saw would be enough to terrify them into silence. as long as she was out of range of video surveillance, she didn’t have any regard for what would happen if she was seen or not. that was the thrill of it. some people got off on having sex in public, while others got off on killing in public. she of course, was the latter. neugdaedeul didn’t mind as long as she did her job as their hitman. they learned long ago to bend their rules a little to accommodate the demon. she was the best that they had.
it was surprising that in a well lit alleyway around the corner from a convenience store there were no cameras. mortals were so stupid. it was exactly the kind of place something would go down in. just out of the way from authorities. perhaps she actually got off on their stupidity. mortals were peculiar when aejeong wasn’t too busy being disgusted by them. that’s what made it easier and fun to kill them. her disgust for the species. there were worse things than murder to do to a human, but sometimes the thrill of a fight is enough to satisfy a craving.
small girl, six men. to an outsider it looked like they were the ones there to kill her. that was the best thing about’s current vessel. looks were ever so deceiving. underneath her little school girl skirt were blades strapped to her thighs. those were all she needed, even when it seemed like her opponent had an upper hand. they may be bigger, but she was faster. smarter. smaller. creative. most all, she enjoyed the kill.
aejeong had just slit the throat of the first and plunged a dagger deep into the chest cavity of the second when she noticed him. at first there was no disguising the annoyed expression that swept her features for the moment before she ducked out of the way of a fist. it’s not that she didn’t love to kill, but if you were going to show up to your own assassination, at least be there on time. her second glance was when she noticed his black wings, small hands twisting and breaking the bones of an arm. her expression was that of intrigue. suddenly she felt a rush of excitement, swinging a knife into the jugular with much more gusto than before - definitely showing off.
a fallen angel.
there were still three opponents left, this tall, dark and handsome stranger not included. he seemed to be glued down to where he stood, convenience store bag in his hand. aejeong had one of the men on his knees in front of her, desperately trying to fight her off as a hand fisted his hair and another clenched around his neck. it must have looked wild. her standing there, covered in someone else’s blood. depending on the person, it either looked like a picture out of hell or like fun. “what’s it going to be, angel? fight or -” she cut herself off as the body of the man she was choking crumpled to the ground. aejeong felt that was enough of a statement, mostly because in that moment of weakness one of the men lurched at her from behind and wrapped an arm around her neck.