Metanoia | BTS ff (werewolf au) [Under Editing]

Luminaries

Previously on "Metanoia"~

"Long time no see my old friend"

Author's POV

Battle.

A battle starts with the self, and if we lose that there can be a battle with another. A rising escalation of such loses brings the world to war instead of peace. When we take care at the micro level, the macro level takes care if itself.

Clash between strong and stronger powers. Fight between good and bad, clashing of the weapons, dripping of blood and  wounding of souls. The smell of war, rusty and metallic fills the air. For those who taste the sweetness of success..the scent of the air feels pleasing and satisfying. But for the ones who flavoured the bitterness of defeat...the air seems rotten.

Legends say that evil can never win. In a battle between good and bad, virtuous and evil....benevolence and malice...it is always the kindness of an innocent heart that savours the delightfulness of victory. No matter how manipulative or strong the evil is....it is always  condemned into the horrifying depths of hell.

But that's what the legends say.

Malicious deeds, dark times and glooming pasts have a grip like vice. The more we struggle the more suffocating and tight they become. The more we try to break free from their clutches the more aching their hold becomes. We try to fight them...we try to outrun them...we try to escape from them but in reality, we can never do that.

We can never outrun our past, we can never fight our mistakes nor our flaws and we can never escape the dark prison of our misdeeds....never.

From time to time, we mortals try to kill the immortal. We try to kill the evil but iniquity and corruption can never be killed. Evil never dies. It is there. It is always there....hiding skillfully In the unknown corners of our mind.  Waiting for the corect moment. A perfect moment to blind our senses with its malicious dark ink.

We may win the fight against our inner demons, we may think that it's over...forever, but no.

It is never over.

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Y/N's POV

The sky turned crimson as the sun hid behind the blanket of dark clouds. As if God graffitied rainbow-flame upon the evening sky, the sunset came in its boldest blaze. Burning flames of amber and orange mixed with the vermillion hue of the sky, painting a beautiful twilight on the smooth canvas of sky.

There was a sense of tranquility in this moment, an ever so soothing feeling that was too surreal to be true. My hair blew with the slowly raging wind and my  heart thudded in anticipation and anxiety. The warm rays of the setting sun caressed my still wet cheeks, basking me into a sense of serenity.