#kh.dark

[keonfrog]

Starter for @tuggeriisms 

Leedo meant more to him than he knew. Finally someone who had both affection and respect for him despite all his goofy mistakes. The witch had become addicted to his company, and after months of no contact he couldn’t take it anymore. He’d set out to find his special person even if it meant becoming someone he’d fought against his whole life. 

The vampire had been making some noise among the hunters, becoming sloppy leaving traces of what and who he was, making it easier to follow his tracks. Keonhee only had to track down the hunters, break a few limbs or cut off a few important appendages before they spilled what they knew and who to go after next. The hunters were easy to manipulate and when they weren’t they were easily disposed of, dumped off somewhere with no trace or even fed to an old friend who owed him a favor. 

Each time he’d taken a step he could feel himself getting closer to finding him. It was only a matter of time. The last tip he’d heard from a clairvoyant had him feeling pretty confident he’d find him in this city. Keonhee ran up and down the streets, checking all the dark alleys, dark corners of clubs, anywhere he could think of. The witch must have looked insane, not only running about but his current messy state. Too focused on hunting down his lover to really keep himself clean and proper like usual. 

[keonfrog]

Starter for @n0chanxes

At first, Keonhee had felt terrible about what he was doing. The witch had never asked for his magic in the first place, many generations ago had sold the rest of the family off. He’d made it a point to be as clean as possible. If life had to be sacrificed he’d made sure to make the most of the remains. Of course his demon,  Azalloth, went out of his way to force the witch out of that mindset. Requesting various tasks which usually resulted in pointless violence. But Keonhee couldn’t refuse any request. However over time, the witch would begin to enjoy what he was doing: the thrill of enticing attractive men and women alike, the warmth of the magic flowing through him, their cries for help, and the first splatter of blood he found so pretty. 

Keonhee sat on a stool, twirling the dagger around his fingers as he waited impatiently for the male he’d lured out to bleed to death. The witch had lured the male away from the club too easily and once inside the warehouse in the the abandoned district, Keonhee had snapped his fingers abruptly throwing the male to lie on the table above the sacrificial sigil. One, two, three slashes across the human’s arteries, the blood spilling out and dripping down onto the floor. 

The sigil had burned but it had not been enough. “How fucking hard it is to find a male with 5 liters of blood on the first try? I end up wasting my damn time.”, he huffed out frustrated as he wiped his dagger clean. “It can be such a pain trying to play the ‘innocent man lookin’ for a fun time’.”, he sighed to no one. Although it was hard to act, it was an act that had worked well due to his sweet appearance. Keonhee tucked his dagger back into it’s holster on the inside of his pants, the hip being the safest and easiest spot. 

After wiping away the blood splatter from his hands and neck, Keonhee walked right back into the club he’d just left. Maybe the issue was he always went after the bigger guys thinking they would be the ones with more blood to drain. This time the witch would try a smaller male. Walking through the crowd, the tall male glanced around looking for a new victim. He’d made his way to the bar and lucky him! A very handsome but kinda nerdy man was standing at the bar. Pushing his way between the nerd and the person next to him, Keonhee offered him a smile before leaning in to speak so he could hear him, “Sorry, you looked a little uncomfortable. Hope I didn’t interrupt anything. If that guy is bothering you, we can totally act like we came here together...as friends of course!”

[keonfrog]

Starter for @kpopprincessx

It hadn’t been long since he received the call from his master. The demon was not a patient one so Keonhee didn’t have much time to get started. He was tasked with tracking down a magical item, a cursed eye. All he was given was a list of places to investigate but it was going to take time. The witch had already turned in his leave of absence to his school. Endora had been entrusted to his sister’s to care for. All that was left was Rose and the Cafe. The hardest to leave behind. 

After closing, Keonhee took slow steps upstairs to the apartment on above the Cafe, chewing on his bottom lip. If he kept reminding himself that it wouldn’t be forever it was easier to take those steps. It wouldn’t be forever, right? The witch knocked on the door before walking inside, “Hey..babe, where are you? I need to talk to you about something.”