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[thomas-ia]

The essence || Jonghyun & Thomas

So, a few weeks ago Thomas had been in an ethical dilemma: telling his friend he saw the fiance of said friend cheat or not. Since his friend was a dangerous demon who Thomas suspected would definitely shoot the messenger he had opted to text him and stay very far away for a while.

However after time had passed Thomas invited Jonghyun over for lunch. Preparing coffee, tea and some sandwiches for the other as he hoped to be a good friend and wait for Jonghyun to bring up what had happened (or not).

In the meantime Thomas had gone through some.... changes as well. There were lightened veins on his face and hands, the mark of having been possessed and forcefully getting the possession out of him which brought with him a whole spectrum of new powers and problems. But that was not the subject of the lunch meet, or at least, that was what Thomas thought.

“Hey Jonghyun!” he said as he opened the door for his demonic friend. “Coffee, tea or orange juice?”

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[aoi-ia]

Three’s A Crowd [A-L-J]

Aoi was having really... Really, incredibly bad luck with storms lately. This was the second time in the past week he’d been caught in one! And this time he hadn’t even been wandering around all willy nilly, he’d just been heading up to the village to go to the market. But on his way back.... It had hit, when he was hardly halfway through the mountain trail. It would take several minutes to make it back to shelter either way. As it turned out though, once again luck was on his side for this storm, because he could see a shed, barely visible through the rain, but there.

He practically sprinted the last bit of distance to it, shoulders hunched against the rain, and burst through the door.... To see someone already there, staring at his sudden entrance. He really hoped that they were just taking shelter from the rain as well, rather than this being their home or some shit.

“....Hi. It’s... Raining a bit.”

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[geist-suwoong-blog]

I'll fill the graveyards until I have you. {Kim Brothers}

I'm a killer, cold and wrathful Silent sleeper, I've been inside your bedroom I've murdered half the town left you love notes on their headstones I'll fill the graveyards until I have you.

The walls were wet, dripping with water from the sewage that ran through the stones above them, in the distance you could hear cars. Once in a while screams would sound through the sewers where Suwoong had taken his brother. Mismatched eyes locked on the unconscious body of his little brother. It had been too easy to take him, slip a sleeping potion in the food, watch him doze off and catching the demon before he hit the floor.

Suwoong did not know why he did that, catch his head before it hit the floor. 

Better not to dwell on those insignificant details. He then dragged the body through the catacombs out of the academy’s barrier into the sewers of the city. It stunk, human waste and dead animals made a perfect perfume for the setting in the chamber with iron rusty bars and a filthy old bed. Broken glass scattered on the floor as the geist studied the sleeping figure of his brother and his cold shades of hands touched over the skin of his little brother. 

He could not get himself to kill him, no matter how much he longed for the moment where Jonghyun would be gone. The moment where the demon finally paid for all he had done. 

in the corner was the body of an old man. Human, wrinkled and covered in blood. His guts were spilling over his lap. They were knotted into a bow. His face spoke of intense pain before he lost his soul. 

“Jonghyun, it is time to wake up.” he whispered “Jonghyun, it is time to wake up.”

The signs on the walls lit up when the demon would wake, demon caging spells. 

Suwoong might be forgetful, but he was no fool, he knew how to keep a demon inside. 

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[geist-suwoong-blog]

♕ Halo || The Kims

                 And oh, if he had chosen his destiny, this certainly would not have been the path he would have chosen. To be dead; what an awful ending to an immortal destiny. Yet his life had not been ripped away fully instead he had been cursed with this everlasting rage within his bones that made him tremble and shiver in the depth of night. When the clock struck midnight his eyes wandered over and he shivered. The gates had opened and he felt strong- stronger than usual. Halloween, my old friend. 

        The poltergeist wandered over to the place of his brother’s establishment yet he felt no need to cause rampage. Somehow it seemed that the added force to his existence by the powers of darkness had a strange effect upon him. Instead of feeling the need to destroy he felt oddly calm. What a paradox to be stronger by feeling weaker. He wondered what the purpose was of this strange happening. He sensed silver however and other things to keep him out. Reluctant he remained in front of the door. 

        He knocked. Thud. Thud. Thud. “Jonghyun” He called out, his voice loud in the silent hallway. He felt the time nearing, 00:09, his power peak was close. His toes touched the ground, there was a hesitation. Should he materialize? The Poltergeist decided against it- knowing how weak he would be to the clutches of his brother. 

        “Brother.” He called out “If you do not come out, I will have to find another way in.” He listened “I believe your lovely fiance is out, do you want me to find him?” 

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[thomas-ia]

Obligation to Darkness || Jonghyun & Thomas

The high bookcases made shadows, deep and dark where books stood that remained untouched for weeks, months and sometimes years. Thomas had found these books interesting; once they had been written with love and care and now they were forgotten. Yet they might contain valuable information, stories that could change one’s perception of the world. He had been wandering through the dark alleys of the library, walking through tunnels of books when he saw a male in a silent corner. 

Curious he approached, brown orbs peeking over the other’s broad shoulders. He was drawing and Thomas frowned, such a macabre picture it was. A dark landscape with eerie figures in the distance and dead trees. Thomas shuddered as he pressed the books against his chest and bit his bottom lip. He felt a kind of sadness within the other male and it wrapped around his soul. Thomas had felt a lot of dark feelings in the past weeks within other students, much more than he had in his whole life. Yet this worried him to the point where he spoke up.

“Hey,” he started, breaking the silence of the library. It almost felt as if he was committing a terrible crime with just letting out syllables. “That is really beautiful.” He smiled, large eyes on the other male “But also really sad, are you alright?” 

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[minwoo-ia]

As I turn back || Jjongwoo

The demon walked into the dorm room, throwing his bag in the corner and falling into the bed without saying anything. He didn't bother to pull of his jacket as he inhaled through his mouth and smelled the familiar scent of washing detergent and what was the unmistakable scent of home. When Jonghyun would look him in the eyes however he would see the demon had been crying, a lot. 

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[minwoo-ia]

"Jonghyun-ah" The young demon's voice sounds as he walks into their room and sit down on the kitchen table, holding a small stack of papers and a serious expression. "We need to talk." 

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[key-ia]

Gift || Kibum & Jonghyun

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A long time ago, in the realm of the humans he had been known. He had been the beaten, the taken that had returned. The mighty warrior of the winter, that only came when he deemed the world worthy of his footsteps against the earth. Now, the humans had forgotten his name, legends had died as tongues were cut from throats and snow had come even without his blessing.

He did not mind, for he was not a creature that longed for might or adoration like the new Gods did. He did not need the validation of the souls to tell him what he was, he was the snow, he was the cold and he was the lilac haze that could be seen in the early winter mornings. Dancing over the virgin flakes, skipping in the crystals that fell from the sky. He was a long forgotten creature from tales that had been shared from generation to generation until those generations did not speak anymore. Their languages dying with their last breathe and their children fleeing the old ways. Yet there were worlds where he was still known, different names than those of the realm of earth.

Here he was the merchant. The one that got what was needed, the one that traded not only in gold but in secrets, alliances and magic. Here he was what he had been all his life, throughout the ages this was what he had craved. Knowledge, a hidden power that surpassed the sword, surpassed ruling kingdoms, surpassed love itself. The sound of his boots against the marble ground echoed through the palace, he did not bother to wait till the guards granted in access for the rhythm of his step was what told them to lower their weapons. His staff, named Gildin to the way the moon lit up the nightsky, floated in front of him, lighting up his face as it shone brightly in the presence of demons. Lilacs were not searching for them, he knew they were there and watching them. He was not afraid, he was not intimidated, he had a mission. White robes danced around him, the silver cloak that danced as he marched towards the grande hall a harsh contrast against the rich colors that decorated the palace. He did not slow down as he walked through doors that opened as he neared, only when the lilacs met de golden orbs. The rhythm of his steps stopped, fabrics coming to a halt around him as the staff returned to his hand.

The elf did not kneel, not for kings, not for emperors and not for- "Prince of the east, prince Ba'al." He greeted, voice soft as velvet as the devious smirk spread over his lips as oil over a sea. Waiting to be lit on fire any moment. "Ninim, the merchant." Was the reply that came and Kibum did not twitch at the sound of his own true name. Something that the prince of hell had gotten from him a long time ago. A name carried a great power, the knowledge that the demonic power in front of him held that was unsettling. Yet Kibum did not fear, not kings, not emperors and not princes. "It is always a pleasure my prince." He said as he tilted his head, a sly expression on his features that was not known to those that he had met since he came from his slumber. The prince agreed, mentioning how long it had been. "Even the merchant needs a vacation," Kibum joked "yet I received your request and I have brought the item you requested." There was a silence as he prince waved at some of his demonic underlings. A small red sachet exchanged for a wooden chest that was given to Kibum. The elf did not check the contents, for he trusted the other to not deceive him. He did not deliver to those that betrayed him.

As Kibum turned to leave, the prince halted him. "Actually, there is one more thing-"

It was almost a week later as Mr. Key entered the academy again. He did not wear his shimmering cloak nor his white robes. Instead he wore the usual darker robes of a soft spoken teacher, a dark grey robe kept him decent, for warmth he did not need the clothing. His hair had been washed, his face cleaned and gildin had been glowing weakly ever since they had returned to the realm of humans. Yet it was not a human he sought out on an early Friday morning. Three loud knocks were the means to wake up a student he had to meet today.

"A son? Well, I think I know exactly who you talk about. Those eyes are such a give away."

As the door opened Kibum straightened his back. "Kim Jonghyun, I am not here as your teacher or tutor. I am here as the merchant and I have a small present for you." He sighed and retrieved a small wooden box from his pocket. "It is not dangerous, I have sworn to protect the students of this institute as long as I am under the service of the headmaster-" He halted and smirked for a second, eyes wandering over the empty halway, before he returned his gaze to Jonghyun and gave him the box. As he spoke, the tone of his voice indicating his sceptic view "I bring this from hell, your father seems in very well health. You must be so glad."