purpose of life | y.sh x s.sj

[ XXII ] monster

Soojin crashed hard into the wall, only to be caught by a massive dent she created from the impact. Her body was bruised and beaten while her opponent played with her like a rag doll. She couldn't feel her limbs; she was surprised they were still attached to her.

The thick pink smoke made her vision blurry and it was certainly making her head hurt. With her straining eyesight, she made out a silhouette coming towards her. Shinwon's shoes clicked on the floor as he strutted over. His ram horns peeked through the shadows as they drew nearer.

"You look pretty comfortable, my friend," he smiled, "don't tell me this is the end of our opening act?"

"Well I'm on the ground feeling like shit, what do you think?" Soojin remarked.

"It's just that I hoped the great Seo Soojin would be more of a challenge. When I heard Yeo One got his ass kicked from this outstanding etheria, I was aroused to fight. Though here you are, on my beautiful stage with a face full of debris." He sighed.

"Maybe if you lift whatever is killing me, I can grant that little wish of yours."

"I haven't done anything special to you. You removed my poison from your bloodstream, remember?" He reminded. "Perhaps your body is too weak to handle a millilitre of my blood."

Soojin was caught in a position where she hasn't been in for a long time. Usually, she was a quick- thinker; no one knew that she could get stumped on something that seems so obvious to the eye. Her body was trained to handle different poisons, and none of them had side effects like this. She had to think of another factor.

Then, she thought of the last time she felt control of her body, and that was when she was with Shuhua. It made her blush from the thought, knowing how intimate they got in a short time. But it made more sense if she compared the two aspects.

After contemplating, she went with the latter option.  The lust she had felt was an override to her body, almost like a manipulative curse.

Even so, something didn't seem right with her. Manipulative curses wear off depending on the victim's body; in the past, Soojin would have been used to them to the point where it doesn't affect her.

This was different, an unexplainable sensation was felt around her chest—close to her heart. Her pulse quickened and rang through her ears. The pounding of her heart made it seem like it was trying to hammer its way out. It was painful yet it tickled her at the same time. Her brain was filled with absolute bloodlust and villainous motives. The words 'kill!' and 'murder!'  became the only things on her mind.

Soon, Soojin found herself laughing maniacally as the kickback of pain rushed through her. The Pillar inspected her closely. He had never seen his victims act this way before they get killed. Her unusual masochistic behaviour intrigued him, he wished that more people could act like this.

"Aren't you a sucker for pain?" Shinwon smiled at her as his big claws grabbed her by the hair.

As their eyes met, Soojin's eyes were a deep red and bloodshot. When she smiled back, uneven carnivorous fangs were protruded from her gums. She stood up from the ground and cracked her neck.

"Why don't we continue our performance? I'm sure lots of people want to see your blood spilled on your stage."

The calm and collective Soojin was gone. This version of her was strange and unfamiliar. She pulled her Crimson Fang out of thin air and unsheathed the black blade.