The DEVIL [JJK+KTH]

|43| Prayers for an Answer

Chapter 43: Prayers for an Answer

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A/N: hiiiiiii sup yall?

Ah well.. haha Goodluck:)

Recommended music to play:
•Redemption- Eternal Eclipse
•Wait for it- Audiomachine
•Cornfield Chase- Hans Zimmer(piano cello version)
•Experience- Ludovico Einaudi
•Prelude in C# minor- Audiomachine

T/W: mentions of suicide (read with caution)

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"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Forgive me! I wont do it! I won't do it! Dont hurt me. Tell him to not hurt me!" The man yelped maniacally, grinding his teeth.

"I've seen it... I've seen it..." he breathed, haphazardly.

"I have tasted death... I know... I know how its gonna be... I've seen it all... he's coming for me... he's going to kill me... he said he'll kill me... same as Shin and Yamamoto... they wont escape this.. they wont escape him..." he cried out, his face twisting.

"He'll find them... and he'll kill them too and then he'll kill me. He already... he already got Shin- so that means... it's either me.. or Yamamoto next... what have I done? What... what have I done?"

"I've seen his face- his eyes... his red eyes floating in a pool of darkness... and his face- the way his skin tore off... the way he showed me how I was going to die... I've seen it all- I've seen it... the Devil.. I've seen the Devil..."

Taehyung remembered.

A memory hidden deep into the folds of his brain that had been now hooked onto and pulled out to the surface like a baited fish from a pond.

The Devil?

Pool of darkness?

Red eyes?

Taehyung remembered how he was left dumbfounded beyond compare, when he first heard it.

Although he had pushed the incident far into his subconscious, it still resurfaced, letting him clearly outline the man's face in his head. Eyes filled with frantic despair and mouth stretched wide, as he shrieked with pure terror just to be spared.

Taehyung remembered.

The man let out a soft cry, mumbling with blood seeping down his nostrils "He'll kill you too... just like how he'll kill the rest of us. You're no better... you're no special.. the Devil is not kind and he wont... he wont hold back.. and then you'll believe me... when you see his eyes... when you see his face... you'll remember my words... the Devil... exists.... that... that evil exists... and he'll.... kill ... you."

Dong RoWoon, the accomplice from the Geomjeongbaem incident.

Taehyung remembered it all.

And he believed it. He finally believed it all.

The Detective's fingers had long gone cold like stiff icicles. It was unclear if it was because of the cold weather, or simply because his soul had momentarily escaped from his body as a result of the haunting reality.

Taehyung didn't know what he was even doing anymore, but sitting on a wooden bench of many empty rows with elegant sculptures and scriptures peering down at him from the higher ground, Taehyung did feel a sense of calmness and tranquility, seeping into his chest.