Oneshots | woosang

Demon Hunters #2

The beautiful Katana was dyed red by the blood of what was once a human. Yeosang looked at the lifeless eyes of the demon, saw how the body began to turn to ashes and as a sign of respect he gave it one last prayer. The sun was seen on the horizon and the wind carried all the ashes, the man walked to where his small bag had fallen to take out a cloth and clean his bloody weapon.

He was sitting under a tree wiping the blood from his hands and face, waiting for his loved one. The sounds of branches rustling warned him that something was approaching and as a precaution he took out a small knife. From the forest the black-haired man who was accompanying him appeared covered in blood, but luckily he was not hurt.

"Are you okay Sangie?" the man approached his partner to check his limbs and his face, when he found no damage he smiled and kissed his forehead, "How lucky you don't have any injuries."

"Are you okay too?" Wooyoung nodded, his partner took the cloth that he previously used and carefully cleaned the other's face, he sighed with relief when he saw that there were no scratches, "It's good that your pretty face is fine, did you get back what he stole from us?"

"Yup, those bastard devils really thought they were going to be able to beat us" the man laughed as he looked up at the sky with the colors of sunrise.

"Your ego grows more every time we finish with those things, come on we better get going" Yeosang fixed his shirt and his boyfriend's shirt before the two continued their walk.

The day was calm, the breeze was calm and the sky turned a beautiful light blue. The couple walked chatting, they never lowered their guard but they were more relaxed. His destiny was to arrive at the temple of his old masters for a small gathering of acquaintances. Every year for the beginning of spring in the Upper crilp district, the students visited their former instructors, in the other districts they also carried out this tradition.

They passed the town with enthusiasm, exactly one year ago they had not returned to these areas, it was nice to see that almost everything remained the same. People greeted the couple with big smiles, many remembered the days when those two raced through the streets. Yeosang decided to stop at a store and buy something to drink.

The temple looked exactly the same, with that aura of peace, the healthy and beautiful oak and cherry trees, the stone statues without a trace of moss, the small stream that ended in a beautiful lake. For the couple, being in that place was relaxing, the atmosphere was warm, in front of the beautiful doors of the building was a woman.

"Young Kang, Young Jung, it is a pleasure to have you back in the temple" The pink-haired woman bowed and smiled kindly at them, "The lords are waiting for you in the main garden."

They followed the woman through the corridors of the immense place, nothing had really changed, the paintings were still in place as well as the decoration.

"Are we the only ones who have arrived?" the woman denied, "Ah? Someone beat us Wizi? "

"The Choi brothers arrived at dawn, right now they are meeting the lords" the woman with beautiful hair stopped in front of a door, "But before you go with them, you must change those clothes covered in blood, I have already placed the new outfits on the beds. "