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heyyylittlemo · 4 years

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Ask game

1. Where did you hide the body??

Me: *pause* No, where did you hide the body—

*police stare at me with disbelief*

Me: there’s no—there’s not a single body here—well stop looking at me like that, you’re the cop! You should know! Why are you asking me for! Body? Whaaaaaat. Ahaha.

*cops shake head*

*whispers to my friend* Guys I think I pulled that one off

Police: you know we can hear everything you’re saying

me: 👁👄👁

2. Favorite rock? The 1975. Dominic Fike. Arctic Monkeys. Bad Suns. The killers. Pale Waves. Etc. That good good shit 👌

3. Most aesthetic season? Fall. Love them orange colors. The leaves falling. Though spring is also neat if you have a bunch of flowers bloomin in shit and winter is only aesthetic when it’s snowing. Boring ass summer tho just be heating me up.

4. When texting do u shorten words or spell out? I used to write stuff out all the time mostly but now it’s like half and half bcuz its just faster and nobody got time for it 🤣🤣

5. Vintage stuff? Hell yeah, but maybe not anything too expensive since some old stuff IS hyper expensive.

6. Colors that pop or blend? Not sure I understand what u mean abt them blending ahaha u mean like when they’re so similar to another?? Well I think it’s nice but honestly I prefer a pop and a bang, y’Know?

- At this moment I realized I was answering the last few questions from a completely different ask and felt like a dumbass 😂 anyways the actual number we’re on is three so imma just kickback

3. Worst dream u have ever had? I had sleep paralysis but was imbetween that and a lucid dream. At first I was paralyzed and could see my bed but my eyes felt closed and open at the same time?? A giant dark demon looking dog had towered over me and began to tear at my neck. It looked and felt very real I started to try to scream and it felt like a scream was coming out but no sound exited. Then I went into a lucid dream where I was being chased by this dog and running for my life I was running by and nobody could save me nobody in the dream when it caught up to me I was back in my bed and it was trying to eat me again. I was so terrified I couldn’t sleep for a whole week.

4. Lyric that comes to your mind? “And I don’t think I can be there. I’m paralyzed,I’m terrified of being alone. When you said I deserved what had happened.”

5. Blood make u uncomfortable? Yes, I passed out once when getting my finger pricked and a VERY small blood sample and another when dissecting a fish.

6. Even or odd numbers? Well I like the number 5,7,9, 3 so odd. (Like me 🤣🤣)

7. Something I hate that I love? Anything I’ve ever loved becuz love can be frustrating. Bruh.

8. 1st initial of someone I hate? Hmm...do I hate someone tho? Not that I can think of...

9. *Skipping down the lane* NOPE

10. Corn dogs? It’s funny cuz when I think of corn dogs my mind will always go to when we first moved to our current house because at our initial town we never had Sonic and while we were getting the house fixed up and moving stuff we use to always get Sonic since it was the closest to us most times to eat and that was a bunch of corn dogs and hotdog days 🤣 so thnk u corn dogs for ur service

11. I’m not a huge movie person so...I looked up movies from 2005 and movies Inlike from this time are Brokeback mountain bcuz it’s gay af, Shark Boy and Lava Girl damn I rewatched the shot out of it when I was younger, Narnia and the Chocolate Factory(although it low key creeped me out as a kid, and idk why).

12. Least fav music genre? Most country, most EDM, dubstep, screaming/really hard rock, some pop music, mumble raping.

13. As someone who waits on tables, my job is my least favorite restaurant experience 🤣🤣 just dealing with ppl...like ok, I’m half Hispanic right?? But I look white. Well, I work at a Mexican restaurant and so sometimes racist costumers will say shady shit just bcuz I guess they think it’s appropriate to say it to me just bcuz I’m not Hispanic in their eyes?? But it pisses me off and I feel like I can’t say anything without causing a drama which I hate and when the “costumers always right” it can be hard to budge and stand up and say “bitch wtf did u just say??” And there’s just folks who take things the wrong ways or ask too much at once or give u a hard time or just say something that sticks onto you for the whole day. One bad move can turn my whole day upside down.

14. 3 things never come near me? Cockroaches, Needles, and close mind ppl

15. Worst way to die? With regrets. Something really brutual, random, or where something just happened to go wrong (accident). Being killed by someone u love.

16. Unusual habits? Doing a Michael Jackson esque “hee-hee” after every sneeze I make, being extremely clumsy and making every task 100% more difficult, having the ability to talk as if I have an accent that comes from nowhere in particular just stupidity also I can’t speak my own language half the time 🙃getting words confused or misusing them in a sentence so I sound dumb having a very weird imagination and thoughts, I swear it like I never went to school and don’t know how the world works, plus many many more

17. Clothing style u want? I want to dress in a way that screams who I am and is a blend of both femininity and masculinity. A little vintage. Grunge. Urban maybe?? What do I know abt fashion 🤣🤣

18. Song or artist that deserves more? Dijon, hands down. I love his stuff. He’s like Frank Ocean meets light-singing beautiful lyricist with a more rock vibe?? Hidden gem. I also think Durand Jones & the Indications needs more love along with BadBadNotGood they sound like old-times but are new!! Oh, and Pale Waves is like a female The 1975 and kicks it. Bad Suns is a good alt rock band that no one seems to recognize :,D Toro y Moi too! His song with Flume “The difference “ is a banger!! Kid Cudi is my man when I want a blend of rock and rap. Also Dominic Fike,King Krule, and Roy Blair, who are all amazing!! Ok I need to stop 🛑

Duck I answered the past questions from a different post I’m sorry 😐

17. Emoji never used? There’s a bunch since I reuse the same over and over again. Lmao

18. 3 sentence Gatorade horror story? A faint quiver overtook the small freezer the Gatorade lay in; no one had come by in days, hours, weeks; when was the last time he met the lips of a thirsty body? They’d forgotten about him, as his last sips remained glued to his hollowing entrance. ‘Help, ‘it wanted to say, but it’s frozen lips could not be moved; It’d stay here, die here...just like the rest.” What am I doing with my life 🤣🙏

19. Do u know what an old bay is? A bay that is old? And old ocean? Idk!!!

20. Can u dance? Sometimes I dance when I’m alone but nothing spectral lol

21. What first comes to ur mind when u see ropes? 2 extremes. Sex and death. Hm. Ok. Moving on.

22. Make an obscure reference. “Even a bra couldn’t hold these nipples” *Holds a water gun to chest*

23. Fav balloon color? Pink or yellow.

24. If u were in court would u be innocent or guilty? Depends, what am I in court for 🤣 lmao jk honestly idk bcuz I don’t think I’d wind up in there

25. Are u hungry ? Nope

26. Unlucky number? Hm I don’t think so but I have a lucky number “123”

27. What’s “JMD”stand for? I’m guessing...Jamming my d—- 💀lol jk ahaha why am so dirt

28. Random inside joke? *chirpy squeak* I’m making a double batch of cookies

29. What sends chills up ur spine? Seeing disgust food or smell disgust or talking abt disgust things like gore

30. How many questions are in ur inbox? A pathetic zero ahaha no one want to ask me anything 😂

31. Someone real who scares u. 2 of my ex friends. One when I was 10 said disturbing things and I was kinda forced onto the friendship and everything they said make me fear for others lives...and then a different ex friend who seemed normal at 1st but became both low key psychopath cult leader type stuff and I booed out of there—-.

32. Run or hide? Uhh probably hide because I’d say even if ppl say “u can run but u can’t hide” u CAN just hide! that’s the point of hiding they not find u xD also why not combine them? Hide then run somewhere far away once I got them off the trial.

33. Last person who made u angry? A frickin beetle that flew at me and pinched me in the middle of singing in the shed xD also my autocorrect

34. What’s going on in ur head? I should probably pee soon—

35. Little thing that makes u Smile? A lot of little things bruh.

36. Are u a descisive person?

Not sure.

*pAuse *

Ok, I guess I’m not then 🤣

37. Would ppl say I’m paranoid? Hm maybe about certain things social situations, singing in front of others what ppl think abt me etc etc

38. Store least likely in? Any southern clothes shop, Abercrombie & Finch types shit, lol

39. Do I like hats fave type? Hm not wear many hats but I think they’re cool any type is cool for different ppl and their aesthetici just can’t rock a hat.

40. Bow ties or ties? Don’t really care but now want to see more bow ties

41. Who? You.

42. What? Reading this shit

43. Where? In ur ass

44. When? Now.

45. Why? Not even u know why.

46. How? We all want to know

47. Do u collect anything? Vinyl records.

48. What tome is it? Time to get a watch

49. Fav transportation? My car or walk is possible

50. Would u ever kill someone to save someone? Don’t want to think about that

51. Make a joke. Yo, it’s time to make a joke—so the other day I was working. And I was practicing my Spanish, yes? Anyone whose trying to learn anew language k n o w s that sometimes words can be so close to another u just confuse then! So apparently churros in Spanish is a desert but if u say it more harshly (it literally sounds almost the same) it makes a whole different meaning—diharrea, but like I didn’t know that so I legit just walked up to this person and asked if they would like some shit to eat. So yeah, that was great. Let’s not forget that I mixed up blood, watermelon, and sangria which is a wine. I legit once said I had mixed wine in my vines and another time watermelon 🤣

52. I’m really confused so I skip

53. Would ur dash be confiscated SFW? By dash do u mean this account? Um not 😬

54. Do I like to cuddle? Hell yeah and manhandle ppl all the time it’s my affection

55. What makes u angry? Close minded ppl or ppl who jump too fast to conclusions, strict schedules just dumb stuff that people try to force when I just want to be carefree 😭✌️

56. How many voices are in ur head? 😐

57. Do U consider urself mentally stable? 😐

58. Are u easily offended? Well U just called me mentally unstable and asked it there was voices in my head!!

59. What’s wrong with taking the backstreets? Uhm...

60. Any questions u want ppl to ask u? Nothing in particular but it’s be nice if someone care to ask me something abt me from personal question to my opinions on shit to 19 days fandom related junk 😌

Woooo I’ve finished this game! Thanks to @seiji-amasawa for introducing me to this ^^

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prolestariwrites · 4 years

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Time To Go [7]: Devil Boys And Devil Arms

Fandom: Devil May Cry Rating: M Characters: Nero, Dante, Vergil, Kyrie, Nico, Trish, Morrison Tags: Mystery, Humor, Missing Person, First Time, Family Drama, Family Bonding, Post-Canon Chapter: 7/9 Chapter [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

Summary: When Kyrie goes missing, Nero goes on a desperate search to find her. Unfortunately, Dante and Vergil go too. Sparda boys shenanigans, fighting demons, a smattering of family drama, and male bonding (otherwise known as Nero’s worst nightmare). Please check it out below, or you can read on FFNet or AO3. Beta read by @copper-wasp.

Now posted! Chapter 7: Devil Boys And Devil Arms, in which the boys learn the truth about Kyrie's disappearance and decide to suit up... if Nico doesn't kill them first.

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Dante’s eyes narrow as he watches the screen. It is her, on a grainy security camera, standing on a corner and waiting for the light to change. He recognizes the flower shop behind her, one he passes by in Fortuna on the times he’s headed over there, and he swallows thickly when she glances upwards as if looking at them. The film plays without sound as she checks her phone and lifts it to her ear. Then a van pulls up, the back opening, and Dante’s blood turns cold as he watches a man exit out the back and drags Kyrie inside, her mouth open in a silent scream. The light changes and the van peels away, the back door slamming shut with the force, and Morrison pauses the video.

“It’s not demons at all,” Dante sighs.

“Nope,” Morrison replies. “Just your regular, run-of-the-mill greedy ass humans.”

“We don’t know that for sure,” Nero says sharply, glaring at Morrison. “How did you get this?”

Morrison shrugs. “You needed help. I delivered.” Then his mouth curves a bit wryly. “You can just make out the license plate. Easy enough to get an address. You want it?” He nods towards the door. “I brought a car.”

Nero looks at the others, and Dante lets go a slow breath, waiting for the kid to decide. If it is humans, that changes everything—and if he’s being honest, Dante doesn’t know what they should do. Killing demons is one thing; he never was good with humans.

“Let’s go,” Nero says through gritted teeth.

Morrison’s car is an old-fashioned town car, well-loved and well-cared for. Dante climbs in the front as Morrison starts it up, and they pull out of the parking lot with a squeal of the tires. He heads towards Fortuna, the world around them a deep gray as it waits for the sun to start to rise.

“Are you disappointed it isn’t demons, Nero?” Morrison asks.

Nero huffs in the backseat. “We don’t know for sure it’s not demons. Or people working for demons.”

“Nico said that there are plenty of people after Kyrie,” Dante muses. He leans an elbow on the window and taps a finger to his lips thoughtfully. “Might be old Order leftovers after all.”

“It doesn’t make sense,” Nero insists. “Kyrie was doing so much good for everyone. No one in the Order blamed her for what happened, and neither did the city. I don’t believe Nico, no one was after her. This has to be demons trying to get to me.”

Dante glances over his shoulder. “I don’t know. I’ve known a lot of shitty people.”

“This is why I don’t care for humans,” Vergil sighs. Dante smiles humorlessly and shakes his head. “What?” Vergil snaps. “At least with demons you know what to expect. Humans can look like one thing and be another. Not worth the trouble.”

“That’s stupid,” Nero mutters. “Kyrie is human. So is Morrison. So am I.”

Vergil snorts. “Not completely.”

“You always like shooting that back at me, don’t you?” growls Nero. Dante rubs his face at the sudden sharpness in his tone; just when the kid was finally calming down and focusing, Vergil gets under his skin again, innocently or not.

“That you’re half-demon?” Vergil challenges. “You are.”

Nero’s hand clenches into a fist. “Quarter. My mother was human.”

“There is more than enough of Sparda’s blood in you,” replies Vergil.

“Well I didn’t ask for that!”

“You say that a lot, you know. It gets old,” Vergil complains, Dante listening with a growing aggravation. “We all know how you came to be.”

“As if I had a choice,” mutters Nero.

“None of us were dealt the life we would have chosen. But unlike you, the rest of us deal with it.”

Nero folds his arms with a pout. “Easy for you to say. You don’t know shit about my life, since you left it.”

Vergil lets out a low growl. “How long will you be punishing me for that? I didn’t know.”

“You say that a lot,” Nero snaps. “It gets old.”

“You—”

“Hey, lay off,” Dante says gruffly.

Nero’s mouth twists into a smile. “Yeah, lay off.”

Dante turns around from the front seat and narrows his eyes. “Not him. You. You need to get over all this shit.”

“What?” Nero gapes.

He points his finger at Nero, trying to keep his temper in check. “Stop blaming Vergil for everything. He didn’t know about you. And yeah he’s a pain in the ass and a prick and will probably end up fucking everything up—”

“Thanks,” Vergil mutters.

“—but he didn’t. Fucking. Know.” Dante leans his arm over the back of the seat and Nero shrinks back. “But he knows now. We both do. And you don’t give me half the shit you give him. So lay off.”

Nero doesn’t respond to the chastisement, turning to look out the window with a scowl. Vergil is as seemingly nonplussed as ever, which also annoys him. “And you’re such an asshat,” Dante sighs. “Kid is scared, anyone can see that. He loves Kyrie and she’s missing. He just watched her get taken away, and that hurts like hell. At least pretend you care.”

“I know he loves her. He says it every two minutes.” Vergil leans forward, looking Dante straight in the eye. “I’m sick of being blamed for every problem he has. Nero needs to grow up.”

“He has grown up! You’d see that if you’d open your damn eyes,” counters Dante. “He’s got kids at home and a family and it’s a fuck ton more than either you or I have. And he did it on his own.”

“He’s not the only one who has been on his own,” argues Vergil.

Anger swells inside Dante, his fingers digging into the leather seat. “We were both on our own.”

“It made us stronger,” Vergil states matter-of-factly.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t change anything?” Dante practically shouts. “If you could go back, you would have still wanted to be alone?”

Vergil rolls his eyes. “What a moronic question. We can’t go back, so what is the point of asking?”

“The point is that you still haven’t learned a damn thing.”

“Okay, enough,” Nero says. He puts his hand out as if to keep the two apart, the change in him surprising Dante. His expression is almost pleading, his voice tight. “You guys have done nothing but argue since we started. Can you just… just can it already?” His lips press together into a thin line. “We gotta get to Kyrie. And…” Nero clears his throat. “I’m sorry for snapping at you both. I really am. We gotta do this together, and we can’t be fighting.”

There is a long silence, and once again Dante finds himself trying to figure out what to say; but again, before he can think of something, Vergil says, “We haven’t fought the whole time. Don’t exaggerate.”

“Yeah,” Dante laughs. “And besides, we’re fighting about you. You should be happy we care enough.”

Nero glances between them incredulously. “You’re both so fucked up.”

The brothers both start to laugh, and Dante laughs even harder when he sees Nero’s confused look. “Yeah, but aren’t families supposed to be fucked up?”

“Mine isn’t,” Morrison says.

Dante groans and slides down a bit in his seat, stretching as best as he can. “Pipe down and drive,” he mumbles, smiling when Vergil snorts behind him.

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They are a few miles from Fortuna when Dante says, “Let’s go to Red Grave City first. We can load up at the shop.”

Morrison takes the next exit and weaves through the early morning streets, mostly empty as the sun is just rising. Nero climbs out of the car and follows in last, thinking about how he had rushed in there maybe twelve hours before, frantic to find Kyrie. It will be almost twenty-four hours since whoever those guys are had taken her, and he can still hear her voice, soft and insistent and afraid on the phone.

“Let’s go,” Dante says, leading them inside.

Nero is surprised to find Nico there, half-dozing on the couch. She jumps up when Dante calls over, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and stretching.

“What are you doing here?” he asks as he strides over. “What about the kids?”

“They’re fine, don’t worry.” She glances over her shoulder where Dante and Vergil move around the shop, pulling items from the wall and from inside various furniture. “I figured you’d end up here, so I took a cab over and brought Red Queen. And I wanted to get the latest, see if I could help.”

“Thanks, but you should go home and get some sleep,” Nero says gruffly.

He turns to walk away but Nico grabs his arm. “No way! How am I supposed to sleep when Kyrie is missing?” Nero pauses when he hears the slight catch in her voice. “I care about her too. Do you know where she is yet? You have to, if you’re here, right?”

“Morrison has a lead,” he sighs. “He thinks it’s humans, but just in case, we’re gearing up.”

Nico nods. “I can drive.”

“Actually…” Nero rubs the back of his neck, his expression sheepish. “We had some trouble with the van.”

“Trouble?” Nico’s eyes narrow into dangerous slits. “What trouble?”

“Nothing you can’t fix!” He tries to sound cheery as he claps her on the arm. But his fatigue makes his nerves feel thin, and when Nico doesn’t relent he sighs. “The van is… kind of wrecked.”

“Wrecked!” she shouts. “What about my things? My work? What did you do?”

“They’re fine, I promise!” He puts up his hands as Nico starts to advance on him. “We got attacked by some demons and had to get out of there fast, and something must have blown—”

“Where is the van now?” she growls.

Nero gives a little shrug. “We left it on the highway. I’ll get it towed, don’t worry.”

Nico sighs loudly. “It’s fine. When you’re done you can run me up there, and I should be able to figure it out and fix it. Don’t want no tow truck driver poking through my stuff anyway.”

“Yeah, I don’t know if you’re gonna be able to fix it that easy. I kinda got mad and…” He drops his head and moans, “I fucked up, okay? Seems to be what I do best.”

Nico grinds her teeth as she looks at him furiously, before finally rolling her eyes. She puts her hands on her hips and snaps, “Stop being such a pussy. Man up and get Kyrie back.” Then she pauses, sucking in a sharp breath, before saying quietly, “We need her.”

He glances up to catch Nico’s lip trembling slightly, which is more alarming than he wants to admit. “Keep it together,” he mumbles, and Nico laughs.

“So if I’m not driving, what can I do?” she asks. Before she can answer, she looks over Nero’s shoulder, then gasps and pushes him out of the way. “Wait! What are you doing with those?”

Nero turns to see Vergil and Dante carrying armfuls of weapons, dropping them unceremoniously on the floor. “What the hell?” Nico cries. She crouches down on the ground, glaring up at the two men viciously. “You can’t treat these weapons like this!”

“Most of them used to be demons,” replies Dante as he scratches his head. “Pretty indestructible.”

“Ugh, you don’t know anything,” she scoffs. Nero folds his arms as she starts sorting through the Devil Arms, amused by her exasperation. “These are more than works of art—they’re living weapons! You can’t sling ‘em around like a sack of potatoes!”

Nero snorts as Dante and Vergil exchange a look. “We need to go kick some ass,” Dante says in explanation.

She shoots a sharp stare at them both. “I’ll kick your ass if you don’t pipe down for a minute while I figure this out.”

Nico returns to her sorting, while Dante grumbles. “She used to be a fan of mine, you know,” he says to Vergil.

Vergil looks decidedly unimpressed. “Hard to believe that. The girl obviously knows what she’s talking about.” Nero spies how he watches Nico, his lips pressing together as he sees an idea that could only mean trouble sparking behind Vergil’s eyes. “I’ve been saying for months that I should have these items, not Dante. Don’t you agree? Nico, wasn’t it?”

Nero is about to object when Nico stands, hands on her hips. “Neither of you deserve this stuff. These should be in a museum or something.” Vergil scowls at her, but Nico ignores him and continues, “But none of this is gonna do you any good anyway. You can’t fight humans with this stuff. It’ll be a bloodbath.”

“Maybe we want a bloodbath,” Vergil argues.

“We don’t want a bloodbath,” says Dante.

“I wouldn’t mind a bloodbath,” replies Vergil with a shrug.

“Well I know you wouldn’t but—”

“Okay, okay,” Nero interrupts. “Nico, what do we do then?”

She considers a moment before giving him a sideways glance. “You boys are pretty… big. Just use your fists.”

Vergil frowns deeply at the idea, but Dante grins and rubs his hands together. “Yeah, now we’re talking! Get a little one-two action going on.” He starts to hop from one foot to the other, pretending to jab at Vergil’s arm, bobbing and weaving like a boxer. “Kick some ass the old fashioned way.”

Nero hides a chuckle as Morrison joins them. “Got the address,” he says, holding up his little notepad. “You boys ready?”

“Who is it?” Nero asks.

Morrison flips it open. “Traced the plate to an owner, last known address just outside of Fortuna.” He nods to Nico. “Looks like your girl was on the money.”

Nico looks smug but Nero feels a surge of anger. Kyrie had been there the whole time, as he was running from city to city chasing after nothing? “What’s the name?” he demands.

“Mammon,” Morrison says.

“Mammon?” Nico tilts her head. “I know that name.” Nero’s brows go up as he watches her think. “I read it in my asshole old man’s stuff.”

“One of the Order?” Nero growls.

Slowly she shakes her head. “No. Mammon was a demon in his research.”

Nico gives him a pained look, and Nero feels his blood go cold. “Looks like we’re gonna need those Devil Arms after all,” he says.

#dmc #devil may cry #dmc dante #dmc vergil #dmc nero #dante sparda #nero sparda #vergil sparda #dmc nico #dmc morrison #nerokiri #myfic #time to go #why am i always so nervous posting these lol

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illyrian-tattoos · 5 years

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A Court of Spies and Shadows Part 1

Disclaimer: This is my story, also seen on Wattpad under SJM_addict . These characters belong to Sarah J. Maas’ A Court of Thorns and Roses series.

Azriel was darkness. He was born of shadow and this dungeon room was where he belonged. With his shadows, darkness and demons, his old friends.

He was a bastard-born nobody to the rest of his camp, and if he never saw them again, it would be too soon.

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My half-brothers walked in with wicked grins on their faces. It had been almost ten years since I had seen them, before the night encased me. None of them had changed, it hadn't been long enough for them to change, but certainly I had.

Shadows still encased me as the light streamed into the now bright cell. It sounds stupid, but I've never heard my brothers' names.

The younger one gaped at me a bit, that even with the door open and light steaming in, shadows still incased me, "Shadowsinger," he gasped.

"But that's not why we came," the eldest one added, "no, our tutor was lecturing us on fae healing, and we thought to ourselves, 'who better to help us with this little experiment than the bastard living in our manor?'" He mocked, a wicked grin appearing on his face.

Fear, true and slimy leeched into my veins as my brothers took a step closer and I saw a bucket of some kind of oil and a torch.

My eldest brother lunged forward with the speed if an Illryan-in-training. My shadows told me, whispered in my ear of how fierce he looked in the ring, in the skies. A part of me yearned for that, the training and flying, but my common sense reminded me that it was this people, this breed that thought bastards were to be hidden away.

My eldest brother pinned me down, pulling the leather strap from his hair and tying my wrists, taking his belt and my other brother's belt to strap me to my bed as my younger brother poured the oil, kerosine it seemed, all over my hands and fingers.

As I struggled to loosen their grip, escape as fast as I could, my eldest brother stuffed my bed sheets in my mouth and dug his knee into my back, yanking and contorting my body so I could barely breathe even as I saw the torch close in on my hands.

The boys only held me while they burned for a minute or two. Even through the locked door, servants must have heard my screaming and seen my brothers flee the scene. As they untied me, one of the servants asked my name. I couldn't remember the last time my name had been used, and only remembered that the name had significance to my mother. I said a quick prayer to the cauldron, begging for forgiveness, then replied, "Az-Azriel."

My father and his wife met me at the front doors to the mansion. "You are no longer welcome here. You make sinning too tempting to our sons," my step mother said coldly.

"You will be sent to an Illyrian camp on the other side of the Steppes, you are to never return. You may one day have the ability to add honour to your family name by dying in a war, or battle. You only serve as a shameful reminder of a truly weak young Illyrian here, and we can no longer bare the reminder." My father clarified.

Disownment may have hurt, but I could barely tell over the pain in my bloody, blistered hands. The doors closed behind me, but even my shadows couldn't darken the light that I experienced when I walked out of the camp.

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The camp master, Lord Devlon, both hated and loved me.

He hated me because I was an untrained bastard from the other side of the Steppes. He loved me, because that bastard was a shadowsinger, a nobody. He could use me however he pleased because I had no real power.

When I began my training with the other boys, I was very far behind. These two boys, Cassian and Rhysand beat me to oblivion but it still didn't hurt as much as my hands.

Rhysand was the High Lord's son. Son of an Illyrian female and the most powerful male in all of the Night Court, yet Rhysand's abilities were far stronger than his father's. Cassian was the bastard son of a laundry maid and an unknown male, one his mother either couldn't or wouldn't remember.

Between the two of them, they were the two strongest and most hated trainees in the camp, bastards and half-breeds should not be able to destroy the camp with a thought. Rhysand could literally mist everyone here, and not like the water, with half a thought, a crowd could turn into blood mist and nothing else, maybe shards of shrapnel if they had enough Illyrian steel on them.

The next week, I was heading to my tent when Rhysand and Cassian approached. Those two lived in a proper house with Rhysand's mother so neither of them had to deal with the cold nights on the ground. I had no idea what they would be doing in this part of the camp, they could fight me anywhere, I was an eleven-year-old Illyrian who couldn't hold a sword. Lord Devlon had promised death to anyone who tried to kill the camp shadowsinger, so I knew they wouldn't kill me, but they could beat me up pretty bad.

"You live here?" Rhysand asked, looking around.

"No." I replied, hating to admit any more weakness than I already did.

"Well? Let's see your tent then, kick your ass into gear or I will." Cassian snapped, looking around impatiently. "I hate this place," he muttered, "

I led the two boys solemnly to my tent. I attempted to master my emotions, Rhysand was daemati, if he wanted, he could cut into my mind and read everything: the fear, the shame, and the anger. Every disgusting and envious thought about their freedom, their power, their fighting and flying skills had to be pushed back, they had to think that I wasn't afraid of a bruising, no true warrior would be, and I needed to seem strong, like the worst part of me being here was that I was an eleven-year old who couldn't get off the ground, I wasn't a female. It was not socially acceptable for me to be weak. Even if I was, I had to at least pretend that I was strong and independent, Lord Devlon only allowed me to stay because I was a shadowsinger, if I showed even one crack in the shield, my ability wouldn't matter, the embarrassment would outweigh the benefit, and I'd be thrown in a far worse camp.

I blinked. We stood in front of my "tent", tarp strung between two tall bushes. Cassian walked around the space, investigating the small fur I used as a blanket, the small lake and nearby mountains.

"This'll work fine." He mumbled to Rhysand, "He got lucky."

"What are you saying? You can't just walk into my space and make your own rules!"

"Oh, quit wining. You have a choice, you can either shut up and listen to us teach, or enjoy a good beating. You're lucky, your 'tent' is close to a perfect place to practice flying and training. We won't be seen in public with you until you can actually do normal Illyrian stuff."

"What my articulate companion is trying to say, is that we are here to offer you our help. We can secretly teach you to fly and fight like us, so you can stand a chance against anyone in the ring. Cassian is the best fighting Illyrian-in-training in the whole camp, and you would be an idiot not to take the offer." Rhysand added with a smirk.

"Why would you do that? Neither of you can benefit from training with me. Cassian could probably beat the camp lord if he had the chance and you sure as hell aren't far behind in sparring, not even putting into consideration that you could mist half the camp and you're still growing." I asked Rhysand skeptically.

"Kindness. And time to learn more about your own powers, maybe we can help you practice those too. Shadowsingers are just as rare as daemati. You're lucky if two are born in a thousand years. The rarity that a daemati and shadowsinger are in the same camp and are the same age is a sign from the mother I think."

That made my heart stumble a beat. Was he being truthful? Was I really that rare? I'd been locked in that room my entire life, I'd never met my biological mother, but I'd assumed that it was a genetic trait. Rhysand was certainly far more educated than I, he could easily be telling the truth, and really, why would he bother asking if it wasn't? He could break into my mind and control me for the rest of my life if that was what he wanted without even batting an eye. But Cassian, why him? "And Cassian? What does he get out of this?"

"Cassian," Cassian replied through his teeth, "doesn't like being talked for. I happen to know how to speak for myself."

"Sure," Rhysand purred, "but are you as good at it as me?" His voice was honeyed, soft—

Cassian's hard face began so soften. "Rhys— get out of our heads."

With a jolt, I realized Rhys' own face had changed, he looked ashy, haunted. Cassian's eyes looked far away for a moment then went clear again. His face changed too, I saw a flash of disgust and pity before it was wiped out completely by rage.

"Who are they." Cassian spoke with a rage that I had never seen from him during practice, or ever, honestly. "Your brothers. Give me their names. What are your parents' names, are those monsters dead for what they did. Tell. Me. Everything."

"What?" I barked in surprise, turning on Rhysand, "What did you do, what did you see? How dare you rifle through my private thoughts and memories like a bandit in the night! Tell me what you stole."

"What I stole?" Rhysand snapped, seeming to remember where he was and taking a step towards me, "I stole nothing. What I saw was three boys, gasoline and a torch and your hands. The pain, the fear of not knowing if they would ever stop or get bored and leave you in the fire to die without seeing the sun, that thing that your shadows could never go directly through. The confusion of how three boys you barely knew were able to hurt you so badly, so mercilessly, that you weren't sure you'd survive until adulthood. That is what I saw."

I just blinked. I'd assumed everyone knew where I came from and why I wasn't there anymore. Apparently not, if the looks the other two were giving me were any indication. I couldn't think, so I merely mumbled "Cassian is daemati too?"

"No." Cassian answered with what I knew was pure Illyrian intensity. "When he wants, Rhys can project what he's seen in one mind to another. Now tell me who they are. The brothers— I didn't feel any names attached, what are they? What are the names of your parents?"

"I don't know my half-brothers' names," I admitted sheepishly, "I was put in that cell before they were born. Shortly after my father married, so I was likely a year old, not likely to remember any of their names. All I know is that my father is a camp lord from how the servants that brought me food and emptied the chamber pots spoke of him."

"It's not Devlon," Rhysand replied sarcastically, "so that only leaves what— twenty other lords who probably each sired at least one bastard. Do you remember what he looked like?"

"Black-brown hair, hazel eyes, tubby for an Illyrian, Cassian's height..."

"So a fat version of me and every other Illyrian, not including Rhys the bastard half breed."

Rhysand certainly didn't seem happy with the nickname, but he didn't bother addressing it as he replied, "It would seem so."

I addressed Rhys, "why don't you just take a stroll through my brain and see him for yourself?"

Rhys was already almost completely lost in thought by the time he answered. "I would have to go through every memory in your mind to find one solid picture of him. Plus, Cassian isn't what I would call a fan of those particular abilities."

Indeed, Cassian's face was pale, as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Why? Have you not been friends long enough for him to be used to it? Or is the great warrior-in-training not so fearless as the others whisper?" I sneered.

"None of your damned business." Cassian snarled.

His tone made me balk, clearly there was something that I didn't need to involve myself in. Yet.

"I'll do it." I clarified, "I accept your offer to help me train. Flying or fighting first?"

Rhys seemed lost in thought until he spoke up, "Flying. The longer you wait, the harder it will be to learn. We need to start soon, or you won't be able to fly all the way to Ramiel."

Right. The blood rite. I really would need them to train me if I planned on surviving that insane week of blood, violence, and hunger. These Illyrian 'traditions' were a load of bullshit. In Illyria, the only traditions were outlets for brutality. The moment I was strong enough, I'd be flying fast and far away from these backwards people. Rhysand's mother had gotten out, admittedly through marriage to a High Lord, but she was eighteen, I was already eleven and my training had only just begun. When I was strong enough, I would use my abilities to disappear, I might even go as far as another court, I didn't know anything about them next to that the Night Court was the only court in Prythian than didn't allow for human slaves, not that the Illyrians wanted humans around.

The single thing the Illyrians admired about their High Lord was his disgust that fully capable fae and faeries would be so lazy that they wouldn't even winnow to their destination, but they would send their slave to run miles to grab a book that could have been attained in minutes but took days.

I realized that I had been lost in thought for so long that Cassian had picked up leaves and stones and had begun throwing them at Rhys, who was actually misting them. I had only heard of the power, never seen it, especially not this close. The rumours were wrong, the boys who spent every waking moment planning Cassian and Rhysand's demise always said that if they were to kill him, they would wear iron armour and walk right up, punching their Illyrian blade into the prick's gut. It didn't take an extra thought for Rhysand to turn a stone to little more than shards on the ground.

These two were serious targets. On one hand, they were the only ones who showed a semblance of kindness to me. On the other, they could simply think that they would train me and I would be in debt to them. I didn't even know if they wanted to align themselves with me, or if they simply wanted to get back at the others who thought that as pure bred Illyrians, they owned the camp.

Cassian stalked up to me with a lazy smirk. "Let's get started."

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Demons [I]

Pairing: BTS x You (3 POV)

Genre: Demons!AU, Angst, Implied Smut (throughout series)

Word Count: 3,714

Summary: What happens when three Angels voluntarily taint their feathers to bask in sins? They may have just found themselves embodying the epitome of exactly that: The 7 Deadly Sins. Anger colliding with Pride, Lust enchanting Sloth, Gluttony overtaken with Greed. And Envy controlling all. Would these sins be able to carry out their tasks, or will they fall endlessly into the sweetness of evil?

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Rated: M (language)

Excerpt: Hearing the screams was amazing. F**k. I know we should be panicking like the other, but I looked at the other two, they had wicked smiles on their faces. Soojung’s little rescue attempt was fake. Just like the rest of the act.

"Well if it isn't Satan’s little bitches?" The most annoying voice to exist called out. I slowly turned around, along with Minji and Soojung. I was met face to face with Jeon Jungkook. He was walking up to us accompanied by Jung Hoseok and Kim Taehyung. His arrogant little smirk fueled my annoyance with every step he took. He stopped directly in front of me, hands in his pocket, looking as arrogant as always. "Is someone still upset over the fact that the big guy had to bring in three sweet girls to do the job you big 'strong' boys couldn't?" Soojung pouted, teasing him. She knew how to push them to their limit. "Ya! You li-" Jungkook started, but was cut short by a deep, velvety voice coming from the darkness at the end of the hall. "Please, shut the fuck up." Suddenly, Namjoon, our leader, emerged from the dark shadows. "You guys fight like children. Stop. We will being working together soon, and for it to work out everyone needs to get along," he reported, scowling at us as well as inspecting us head to toe. Kim Namjoon. The leader. Envy. One of the Seven Deadly Sins. We complete the rest. My name is Sana, and I am Anger. Minji is Sloth, and Soojung is Gluttony. We are the only three girls that are allowed carry the burden .. I mean honor .. of being Deadly Sins. We were the angels that fell from heaven. Wings that were once pure white tainted black and bloodstained. The other three sins were taken up by the other three; Jungkook as Pride, Taehyung as Lust, and Hoseok as Greed. All three were once ordinary mortals; all three did something that condemned them to Damnation. The reasonings for their sins are the reason they are here in Hell. No one knows their full stories, only that they all came at different periods of time. Namjoon had been here the longest. He is practically Satan’s son. He has never confirmed nor denied it. With his good looks, seductive eyes, and smooth voice, you wouldn't be able to say otherwise. Especially that devilish smirk accompanied by such illegal dimples. That evil smirk, that draws you to him. Namjoon stared at us one last time before nodding to signal our dismissal. Minji started to make her way to her room, giving us that 'hurry up and follow me nooooow' look. We followed behind her, not knowing what her intentions were. "Ahh, and like dogs, they travel in a pack," Jungkook laughed mockingly. Furiously, I turned back around and walked up to him, stopping with our faces inches apart. "Listen here, take all your shit and shove it back up your ass. I am so tired of you, and I can't wait until you get kicked out." I spat, staring deeply into his chocolate eyes. He yawned, looking down at me unfazed. "Oh Sana~ Unlike you,” Jungkook started as he brought out one hand from his pocket to land on my head. “I will never get kicked out of my place." He smirked while ruffling my hair. He was referring to heaven wasn't he. Before I could say anything else, Soojung took over. "Heaven couldn't handle us. God was done with us. Oh well. Who cares. Goodbye." She grabbed my arm, dragging me away. Jungkook leaned over, whispering something to Taehyung, while still keeping his eyes on me. I turned around, following Soojung and kept thinking of a way to get back at his conceited ass. Soojung POV Gluttony Fucking hell. She's always getting into trouble because of that boy. Jungkook loves to make her mad; it's his go-to thing. Like it’s planned. Just like Hoseok is always doing stupid shit to me. He likes to toss things at me or my general direction while making annoying little side comments, with his smug smile, bothering the hell out of me. I hate him. He's so irritating, but also undeniably attractive. I don't think I've ever seen him wear anything but a slim fit black suit. His gigantic black wings look great. I mean, all our wings look great, but his are the only ones that are pure black. With the red lights of hell illuminating off his pitch black feathers, they just stand out so much. “Let's get back to reality shall we?” Minji stated after observing me lost in thought.

Sana and I had made it back to Minji’s room, sitting down in different parts of her room. Minji was already in the center of her bed, laying out papers. Sana sat on the floor, criss crossing her legs, looking up at us. I sat on a chair that was near the end of the bed, looking over all the papers. "Okay, so we have to make a visit to earth soon, because there's a big festival going on. I feel like we could get away with a lot during it." Minji explained sending a wink indicating to mischief we would create. "Ohhh! Festival! " Sana exclaimed. She was the youngest, she loved shit like this. I'm only a year older than her, but she still acts like a child in comparison. Minji was the oldest out of the girls, always coming up with the plans. Her plans have never failed us once. I love how she thinks. "Okay! So.. we go up and go separate ways. Sana you go to where all the rides are at, Soojung -" "I'm going to the food stands, and you can't stop me." I interjected. I could feel my eyes widening from the thought of all the food and snacks in the human realm. Minji smiled, nodding in agreement. "Of course. I'm going to all the game stalls to check out everything. We meet back up maybe 4 hours after we arrive. How does that sound?" I nodded, and Sana gave a thumbs up. I got up and made my way to Sana helping her up the floor. "We’ll leave 3 days later at like 6pm sharp. That's when the sun starts to go down," Minji said. "Alright, bet." I responded. "Uh guys? What about the whole wings and horns thing?" Sana tilted her head, giving us a concerned look. Minji POV Sloth Damn, she's right. The wings can be easily hidden under our clothes or absorbed within our backs. The horns on the other hand... "I'll do some research; See if there are any potions or something to give us some humane features," I told her. "Sloth!? Doing research!? " Soojung gasped. "Bitch, I come up with all the plans. Shut up," I glared. "Yes ma'am," she sighed. She walked out of the room, Sana following right after. Before exiting the room, Sana turned around and waved with her big smile. I smiled back at her, waiting for her to fully exit. I got off the bed, made my way out the room and towards the library of our residence. It's like an endless mansion but only contains one floor. A shit ton of rooms, bathrooms, offices and random little places that are hard to find sometimes.

I reached the big doors of the library and pulled them open, hearing them close shut after I had entered. I went to the alchemy section of the library, searching for the right book containing certain potions or spells to transform us. After and hour of searching, I let out a groan of frustration from lack of research. "What's wrong with you?" I jumped, startled by the sudden voice. I turned around to find Taehyung right in front of me invading my personal space. "Just looking for something," I muttered as I tried to get away past him. "Let me help you." He followed closely behind me, and I could feel his eyes linger over me.

"I know every corner of this place." "No thanks," I rejected as I walked over to the sorcery part of the library containing books written by witches, wizards, and warlocks. I found a book that looked reliable, grabbed it and walked away. "Minji..." Tae softly whispered behind me as he neared my right ear. I know this is a game. All three of those boys are always play games with us. I'm so tired of them half the time, but working and cooperating with them is something I'm required to do. I shrugged off his attempt and walked out of the library, making my way back to my room to start researching through the book. "Hair..healing..human potion!" I muttered to myself as I flipped through the pages. YES! I found it! I think?

It requires so many thing, and now I'm really too lazy to even get up and start. Ugh. I'll send Soojung to go get everything later. I was feeling pretty tired, and even though you could never tell when it was day or night down here your body could feel it. I got ready for bed putting everything away, and then went under my sheets passing out almost immediately. Sana POV Anger It was the day of the festival! I've never been so excited for something. I know Minji and Soojung had been up to something these past two days, but they didn't ask for help so I didn't interfere with anything. Instead, I wandered around hell sometimes hanging out with Joon and helping him with his stuff.

Namjoon was a mysterious person. He never really talked to us much, but when you were alone with him he would tell you a lot more than you'd expect. I would sometime see Jungkook in the corner of my eyes, watching us, as he hung out with his guys. I never understood Jungkook. He's either the biggest asshole ever, or secretly sweet when we are alone. I didn't like it. I was currently in my room, look by for an outfit for tonight. I was still wearing my normal clothes with slits in the back for the huge ass wings. I started to pull stuff out, when suddenly Minji called out my name. I skipped into her room, smiling at her. "Yes?" I asked. "Come here! I have something for us! We're just waiting for Soojung now," she replied. She pulled out a pot full of a weird black liquid. It smelled kind of gross, but Minji knows what she's doing. After a few, Soojung walked in, looking mad. "What's up?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. "Freaking Hoseok. I swear to god, he's the most annoying little shit I have ever met. I'm just trying to get my stuff done and he doesn't let me do it! And like he does it just to make Jungkook and Taehyung laugh which makes me even more infuriated. Like fuck him!" She ranted. "That's what you've wanted to do since day one." Minji smirked. Oh. Gross. "Bitch." Soojung muttered. "Anyways, why were we called into your room?" "Ah yes, drink this." She handed us both a cup. Wait, when did she pour this? Ew, it's the liquid. "Whyyyyyy? It smells gross." I whined. "Just do it Sana!" Minji ordered. I gave a stank face, covered my nose, and chugged it down. "THIS IS SO GROSS!" Soogung yelled. I agreed by moaning in disgust. "Okay yes, but look in the mirror." Minji said. Soojung and I gave each other the side eyes, walked over to the mirror and dropped our cups. Our horns, wings, and anything demon related was gone. We looked human. "MINJI WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! I LOOK WEIRD!" Soojung cried out. "I look like a person. An actual human. Wow...." I whispered. "Alright, go get changed, we leave in about 30 minutes. " Minji said. I walked straight back to my room, and continued to look for an outfit. I took out ripped black jeans, a loose white V-neck, a leather jacket and boots. With my hair in a ponytail, I walked out to the main hall, waiting for the other two. I was so distracted by my nails, I didn't notice someone walk up to me. "Why do you look like that....?" A deep voice asked. I looked up, seeing Taehyung. I mentally cursed myself out, not knowing how to explain this. "Oh uh.... so like Minji decided to mess around with potions today, yeah and like uh.... she gave us each a different one and now I look human and yeah, that's it!" I smiled, trying to convince him, just like I was trying to convince myself that that was a good lie. "Okay, cool. That explains why she was in the library a few days back. Well, I'll talk to you later little Sana. Bye." And with that, he walked away. I stood still there, waiting for a few more minute, when Soojung walked out looking like a snack. She was wearing a red tank top, black shorts, a grey cardigan, and heeled black leather ankle boots. Her short hair was let loose and damn. She looked great. "Are you checking me out?" She gasped, mockingly. "Might as well do something Hoseok doesn't. " I winked. "F you." She spat. I laughed, looking at her annoyed face. Then Minji walked out, looking super hot. She had her long red flannel on, paired with her black skirt that was mid thigh length. she also wore a baseball cap and almost the exact same shoes as Soojung. Alright, both my friends are hot. Wow. Soojung / Gluttony Wow, we all looked great. We were now making one way to the portal, trying to avoid Namjoon, the other guys, and the big guy himself. We had successfully reached it, and one by one, walked through it. The cool breeze hit my skin, making goosebumps raise. Did the potion actually make us more human than just our appearance? Hm... Sana ran ahead, overly hyper. Minji stayed next to me, checking out the scenery. "Okay, first things first, does everyone have their little dark fairy?" Minji asked. Sana had calmed down, standing next to me now. "Yes! Miran is right here!" She said, holding her palm out to show us. The little fairy shook her head at her owner's actions. "Sebastian's right here." I said, pointing at my shoulder, where a little fairy was at. "Alright good, i have Jae in my pocket, because he's sleeping." Minji added. Of course he's sleeping. Sloth. "Okay, split up!!" Minji smiled. Sana ran off toward the rides, about to do whatever she pleases. Minji walked to the games and random stands. I went to my one true love, food. I went straight to the funnel cakes, and walked up to the window. "How can I help you young lady?" The worker smiled. I looked them straight in their eyes, into their souls. Two word in my mind FUNNEL CAKE. The blank expressions on their faces told me everything, they were under my control. The person went and put everything on the funnel cake, and then handed it to me. No need to pay or anything. As I sat, enjoying my funnel cake, I was rudely interrupted by someone. "Are you all alone?" He asked. "Yes, why do you care?" I replied. " just making sure I won't piss off a boyfriend." He winked. "I'm Min Yoongi. He introduced himself. "Soojung." I continued to eat, trying to ignore this very attractive stranger. "When you're done, wanna go hit some rides with me or something?" He asked. "Uh... maybe." I replied. "Uh maybe? No. I need a yes or no." He's so damn confident. "No. You do as I say." I said, challenging his dominance. "No. It's my way or no way at all." He stood in front of me, his nice figure towering over me. I can't let him win, but I also can't use my powers. I stood up, glaring at him. "Listen Min Yoongi, we do what I say, or you can go find some other victim to annoy." I growled. With one deep breath, he gave in. No one can dominate me. I started to walk away, happily with my funnel cake. I looked behind me, seeing Yoongi following me, I smiled at him. He glared. Lovely. Minji / Sloth All these games look so boring. While other ones required too much work. What was I to do? I walked up to a game where you throw balls to knock down cups. I saw a cute couple there. The boyfriend was trying to win something for his love. He threw the ball. Knocked the first one down. Then the next. Finally, his last turn. I smirked, watching the ball fly to hit the last. With the flick of my finger, the ball was off course and completely missed. "YOU LOSE!" The stand guy laughed. The girlfriend looked disappointed, while the boyfriend yelled at the guy that it was a rip off. Laughing, I walked away. I saw a stand that was selling cute little thing. I went to see the little stuff, admiring the work humans have put into these things. After a few minutes, I heard yelling. And not just any yelling. I looked up and saw Miran flying my way. "Sana. She's yelling at someone and is looking for things to throw." Miran said. "Shit." I put down what I was looking at and ran after the little fairy. Someone had to piss her off. Out of everyone here, they pissed off Sana. "WHAT THE F-!" I heard. "Jae! Go get Soojung!" I commanded him. He flew off, as I went to go see the commotion. I arrive to see Sana, being held back by two guys. She looked like she was about to kill someone. A few feet away, there was a girl who was giving her a smug, prideful look. I knew Sana was stronger than the guys. She wasn't using her full Force because she knew better than to expose us. Her eyes had a red tint to them, nothing too noticeable. Soojung finally showed up, and we both went running up to Sana. "What happened!?" I yelled. Sana realized she had caused a huge scene. She was still very mad, but her body had relaxed. She looked at me, her tinted red eyes looking into my 'soul'. "I was just walking around, and this guy," she points to the guy on her right, "starts to talk to me. Meet Jin. This is his friend Jimin." She points at the guy on her left. They had finally let go of her, seeing she was calm. "So Jin and Jimin are just striking up a conversation when this bitch," she point at the girl who I saw earlier, "decided she didn't like that. I don't even know who she is. So I had walked past here, with there two, when suddenly I'm on the fucking ground! And she stood above me, about to pour whatever she has in that cup on me. But Jin grabbed me and pulled me up, and Jimin stood in between us and told her to fuck off and then I just, I lost it." She was referring to her sin. Soojung was off in the corner, talking to some guy, I hadn't noticed him until now. I turned my attention back to Sana, shaking my head, disappointedly. "Sana... you can't have outburst like this! Especially not in public!" I got onto her. She shrank back, her normal eye color coming back. "You know what would happen if they found out!?" My voice showed a hint of anger. "Minji I'm sorry! It just happened!" She apologized. Soojung had walked up to us, the guy she was with was now with the two that were with Sana. "Sana. She was so jealous of you. She has a crush on the tall guy with black hair." Soojung explained. "Who? Jin?" Sana asked. "Yes. He's friends with Yoongi, the guy I was with. Yoongi explained that she has been trying to get with him for years now and he won't give her the time of day. So when she saw he was all over you, which you will explain later, she got jealous and tried to show Jin that no one but her was good enough for him." Soojung explained. So it was a jealousy thing. This girl was driving by envy. Namjoons specialty. Does that mean he knows? No he couldn't. We've gone weeks without seeing him sometimes. "Okay, we'll discuss this once we get home." I signed, "just enjoy the rides for now." Soojung and Sana nodded, then the three guys walked up to us. "Y'all wanna get on the zipper." One of them asked. "Oh this is Jimin." Sana reminded us. "The zipper?" I asked. "That one." The one I think called Jin said, as he pointed at the ride. "No thanks." I said. Sana and Soojung also declined. The guys smiled as us , got in line, and waited for their turn. "They're cute." Soojung smiled. "Very." Sana nodded. "Yeah.... but they're mortals." I moaned. Then I saw them get on the ride. They were strapped in, two of them together, the other with a stranger. The ride started. "I would never go on that." Soojung said. "Same." Sana and I agreed. We watched. And then, it happened. All hell broke loose. The ride malfunctioned. The bolts were coming loose, the ride was falling apart. "THE GUYS!" Soojung yelled. She was about to run for the ride, but I help her back. "Soojung... we’re sins. There's nothing we can do about it ." I whispered. Hearing the screams was amazing. Fuck. I know we should be panicking like the other, but I looked at the other two, they had wicked smiles on their faces. Soojung’s little rescue attempt was fake. Just like the rest of the act. The electrical fuse had exploded as the bolts come loose. It was now catching on fire. The pleasure I was getting out of watching this. I love it. I missed this. "I'm actually gonna miss those guys." Sana signed. She was trying to hide the look of pleasure we all felt. "It's not like we could keep them." Soojung replied. The screams were dying down. The people were dying. "What the fuck are you three doing here?" Aw Shit. We got caught.

[Part 2]

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