this is going to be a small little series with a good amount of members from nct :)
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❝𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧.❞
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you stroll towards the gates of an abandoned cemetery, your eyes shifting between tombstones as the invisible wall gradually peels away. the cemetery was now replaced with a loud and busy market. sprawled around the market were various stalls of rainbow paint and glitter. you slip through the metal gates and into the bustling crowd, pulling your hood lower over your face.
you walk past multiple stalls, glancing only at the newer editions to the market. you notice a man sitting behind a stall with multiple small packets of white powder in front of him. well... he would've been a man if you didn't spot the impurities. underneath the table rested feet, large werewolf feet. his cheeks were covered in white fur, sticking out like whiskers. you look into his lacklustre bloodshot eyes, his pupils had started to whiten as well. from your knowledge, it must be his third week and 4th day on the white powder. a pity, it was. perhaps another five weeks and he wouldn't return to the market ever again. the side effects he had were quite minor, nothing a flick of your wrist couldn't fix.
however, magic always comes with a price.
you continue your trek, swivelling occasionally to avoid the sweaty bodies of customers. you see, this market wasn't any normal market. this place was known as the shadow market, a meeting place for downworlders like faeries, werewolves, vampires and warlocks, such as yourself. however, once in a while, you'd see a shadowhunter or two and everyone in the market would start hiding their illegal products like... teeth taken from living 5-year-old mundanes. the occasional story or two were interesting, but sicheng would always drag you away by the hood before the vendors could go into detail.
however! you were alone for the very first time.
you would slip off once in a while whenever you came with ten as he was always in his own world, purchasing whatever he needed. when you came with taeil or sicheng, they would always make sure you were glued to them wherever they went. they tell you it's because you're still a young warlock, but as old as you were, you still thirst for chaos and excitement like a little kid would.
on the topic of customers, you spot two figures walking about in the market. those damn shadowhunters always moved like police officers, there was really no point in their pathetic attempts to cover up their ugly tattoos and weapons, they just radiated authority. you watch as they stop at a stall. a vampire?
