wonwoo couldn't take it anymore.the last time he participated in fighting an evil being together, he watched his partner die and his enemy win and get away. it's all happening again. it's all happening again.
no. not again. please.
wonwoo is truly unlucky when it comes to his life, huh?
fucking kaehee. fucking vernon, fucking tyrants, fucking narcissists who want to rule over everyone. greedy people. annoying, irritating smirks on their faces. their deafening laughs. if wonwoo could, he would've cut out their throats right now.
"hide in the flames, mingyu." wonwoo muttered, pushing mingyu away from vernon. wonwoo knows that mingyu would be more safe by hiding in fire—which was better than mingyu trying to help. he'd only heighten his chances of dying. his core, and heart was severed with ohrian energy.
"i'm taking this matter on my own hands."
the half-burnt kaehee underling cooed, placing a hand in front of his mouth. fuck you. "you can do something other than dodge, after all! finally not afraid of the ohrian energy imbued daggers?"
wonwoo side eyes mingyu, who had already escaped. great.
"i was never afraid of it."
"really? why were you just jumping around earlier, like a scaredy cat?" vernon shrugged, smiling mischievously. "are you planning on killing me? we both know that ohrian energy is stronger than your stupid asylusian ones."
there's something most people don't know.
wonwoo doesn't fight with asylusian energy. he doesn't just dodge and fly around, either; nor does he whack his enemies in the head using his spear. his fingernails work for combat, sometimes, but it's not what works with him best. all these things are facts about him that people don't usually know—and vernon most probably doesn't know about, too.
how does the god of luck win a fight, then? many ask. well, that is simple. you can see the answer if you look at wonwoo's title.
god of luck and wind.
"you know what's stronger than ohrian energy?" wonwoo asked, eyes waning. the god was picking off the skin from his marks using his fingernails in annoyance, staining his neck and clothes with blood.
vernon blew a raspberry. "what, junhui or something?"
"me."
wonwoo jumped over vernon, summoning his spear as he did so. he scrapes a long, diagonal wound on the man's back, making him hiss in annoyance. just as vernon turned around, wonwoo had jumped high again, and to vernon's surprise—the god plunged his spear down the concrete, which created a wind current that went around them, making mingyu's flames bigger.
"petty and gloomy, huh?" wonwoo asked, his markings glowing. he waves his index finger up and down, which made vernon get carried by the wind—up and down he went, hitting the ground a few several times. "how's this?"
the underling was not able to respond as wonwoo hit him hard on the head one last time, jumping up at an insane height—before plunging down to the ground in great speed. the wind complies to wonwoo's actions, creating a wind current that carried vernon to the sky and somewhere else.
"if you dare come back," wonwoo threatened. "the wind will be stronger next time."
now, mingyu.
wonwoo uses the wind to sway away the huge, confusing flames—revealing mingyu who previously hid in the fire, sitting down behind a run down car, leaning on its tyre. he had the dagger imbued with ohrian energy on hand, which was covered in the demigod's own blood.
"why were you dodging his hits when i saw you?" he asked, as wonwoo crouched to talk properly to him.
"because i knew i'd get killed if i didn't dodge. unlike you." wonwoo joked.
the demigod looked away, chuckling silently to himself. "you're the god of wind, after all. that's why you can fly."
"yeah, now come on. it doesn't matter, we have to go back to asylus. kaehee sent that guy to fend me off, so she might be in asylus right now. we have no time to lose." wonwoo offered his hand in front of mingyu—who shook his head. wonwoo sighed. "fine, i'll carry you back this time."
"do you want to see seokmin for the last time?"
no, no.
all wonwoo had done up until now was for the mere reason that he didn't want to see mingyu for the last time, nor does he want to see seokmin to die for the second time. wonwoo had to reveal the only card up his sleeve. wonwoo did most, if not everything.
"all the flashy things i did up until now was for me to not relive the moment of fighting kaehee with seokmin, mingyu," wonwoo stated, voice hushed. he feared that his voice was shaky if it was in the normal volume. "so come on. i can give you a core right now. seriously. forget about the one vernon just destroyed. i can make you a whole one."
"but you can't make me a heart," mingyu's eyebrows raised, while his lips offered wonwoo a warm smile of goodbye. "right?"
cores give gods endurance when they are injured. but mingyu's core is destroyed with ohrian energy, and he's severely injured. wonwoo noticed that from the very beginning, but he was stubborn to acknowledge it. he believed in the impossible.
"i'll give you mine, morsel," wonwoo replied, taking mingyu's hands in his. mingyu chuckled lightly.
"i'd give you mine too, but i think it's not going to last longer anytime soon." said the demigod, eyebrows furrowed.
wonwoo sighed, speaking again. "i'm sorry. i'm supposed to be lucky. i'm not supposed to get you killed. you, and your master, seokmin. i'm truly sorry. it was my fault both times."
"enough of your drama, wonwoo." mingyu joked, temporarily making the god smile. "now, answer me. do you want to see seokmin for the last time?"
"i've known his face for longer than i knew you," wonwoo stated, inching closer to the demigod. he lets go of one of the demigod's hands, to cup the right side of mingyu's face. "i still haven't memorized yours."
"if you insist. i know i'm irresistible." mingyu joked again—but wonwoo did not laugh this time.
the god gave mingyu a long kiss on the forehead, wrapping an arm around mingyu meanwhile. "i guess this is goodbye, morsel."
"i'm not going to say goodbye. i'm still going to see you, and i can be your annoying little demigod intern tagging along, flirting with you, providing you entertainment." mingyu exhaled. "i'm going to be the luckiest person ever because i get to be with you."
mingyu's breaths were narrow and short, which pained wonwoo to hear. it's his second time experiencing something like this, but he's still not used to it.
"thank you, mingyu."
"i'll see you again soon, bag of luck."
and then, the god of luck cries for the second time in his whole existence.
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the leaves were red, and the trees were bare. the sunrise looked like the one in asylus—so where was mingyu? did he make it back? did they win? did wonwoo manage to save him?
there was a shuffle of footsteps, with the minimal noise of crunchy leaves breaking upon every step. mingyu looks to the left, and sees someone.
someone who has a red scarf, which fluttered with the wind. someone who tied his hazel hair uniquely, someone who wore dead colors. someone who looked like a gentle god.
"hmm, playing with fire again, morsel?"
he asked, leaning forward to stretch his hand out to mingyu. he smiled, as the chains and rings on his fingers jingled.
ah. so this is where demigods go when they die.
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