Authors note: so kpop demon hunters right? Im legit obsessed with these guys, might end up writing more in the future if people like what I've done here. Just a small snippet ive been thinking of. Hopefully you guys enjoy this. Haven't written anything in awhile so I apologize. This could be considered a part one? Not sure if id continue this unless you guys like it.
The air was quiet in the night, save for a few passing cars that were stuck in traffic. Cars that seemed to pass on by with the drivers not having a care in the world. Time didn't seen to stop, time was a constant, humans were made slaves to their own creation of a twenty four hour clock when all it is was a weak excuse of a little bit of control, to take back what they can do in the short lives humans had.
And unlike humans that littered the world above, demons actually existed. Demons that have lived through every time period, century, war, famine, anything you could think of. These demons aren't slaves to time per-say, but they are slaves to a barrier known as the Honmoon. If this barrier goes golden, they are stuck, trapped in the demon realm.
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You've had whispers in your mind all your life, speaking of things that you could be done in a instant, a snap of the fingers of you will. The whispers taunting you daily, wishing and waiting for you to break and fall victim under the horrible words that they spoke, about the past, about who you were...
About what you were...
But you preserved, ignoring them...at least for the time being. The more you ignored the whispers deep inside your mind, the more they grew louder, till all the you could hear was them, calling you with an icy grip. To falter for a second and to slip down the edge of the cliff. The one way you were able to ignore them was the music.
The music of the idol band known as Huntrix. The music that they sang, quieted the whispers down for a long time, but the time between was growing shorter everytime you've listened to them.
The edge of the cliff was getting stronger, you've realized one day. You had looked at yourself in your bathroom mirror, the voices inside your mind, taunting, laughing at how you looked. Disheveled, hair sticking up and in a mess. Purple lines streaked your body, across your abdomen, along your legs, and arms. With them almost reaching your face. Your hands had grown elongated, with your fingers growing into claws. And what should've been normal colored eyes. Human eyes. Golden-yellow eyes stared back, slitted like a cat.
But what was in the mirror on the wall, quickly vanished as quick as it came. You sat against the wall of the bathroom, trying to calm your nerves, trying to calm your breathing.
What was happening to you? What otherworldly being cursed you to suffer?
The whispers grew in volume, as if sensing your woes.
This time though, the whispers were speaking not at you, but to you.
A honey laced voice was in your mind, in your ear. The voice was all around you. It was as if you where in a trance. The voice felt like warm honey on your ears. Unbeknownst to you, the honey was laced with posion, clouding your judgment.
'I can make everything stop for you.' The voice replied in a cool tone, 'The whispers, the things you see, and give you something in return,' it had said.
'All you need to do is say yes.' It said simply.
