The DEVIL [JJK+KTH]

|53| The Devil is a nosy man

Chapter 53 : The Devil is a nosy man

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A/N: Hiiii... sorry for the late update. I was Hella busy for the past few days.

Recommended music:
•Some sand - ibi
•Beetlejuice chill -life after youth

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Yoongi sighed softly, his fingers faintly tracing the yellowed page. The material was coarse and unrefined, the papyrus pages turned moldy with its age.

He looked up and towards the window, the night was deep, yet the moon was bright, casting its light to reveal the ashened clouds.

Yoongi didn't know where he stood anymore.

He was a nobody, an outsider.

He's Alive.

He's here.

His eyelashes fluttered close, his chest rising.

Few quiet hours had already passed through since the Detective walked out. The Demon lapdog hadn't yet returned from its Master's gates and so time went by a breeze.

The silence should have been comforting but the turmoil in the See-er's mind had not allowed him so. His thoughts, plagued by the mortal who had ensnared the King of the Infinite hells.

Yoongi pressed the back of his wrist over his eyes, easing the residual strain of the sting in them. He breathed softly, his skin faintly glistening under the milky moonlight seeping in through the window.

Even if Detective Kim had come knocking at his door for answers, he couldn't manage to answer them for he could feel an invisible raven blade pricking at the juncture of his throat, draining his blood for now, waiting for him to step out of line so that it could slice his head off his shoulders.

Yoongi lift his hand from his eyes and then slowly lowered his gaze to the mystique book he had picked off earlier, sitting snuggly on his lap.

Creatures of all divine and damned, named and unnamed, not many good... too many bad. Terrifying, to his own all seeing eyes, illustrated in ink.

His eyes drifted to the center page, where the two Supreme beings stood in their celestial true forms of physical frames, side by side on individual pages. [A/N: all the illustrations are given at the end of the chapter]

One, pure alabaster, poised and elegant with a halo encircled to its crown with a blinding light as bright as thousand golden urns. Faceless, expressionless... a terrifying creature of Divine Light that carried a powerful long sword smelted from the very first ray of the Hearth of the Silver Gates. The Guardian.

And other, body doused with blood and carnage, poised yet menacing. The ashes of the pits swirling at His command. Horns pulled apart and halo long extinguised. And to the light that was stripped from the body, revealed a gruesome face for only his eyes, burned with scarlet flames from the hollow. A nightmare of nightmares, a creature of Chaos, wielding the most feared raven blade of all Realms. The Devil.

A contrast.

Brothers by blood, separated by Fate. One rising with the Dawn. The other succumbing to Dusk.

Good. Bad. Bad. Good.

All bad.

No good.