Hallow /WooSan/

𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 20

The sound of aggressive panting followed by screams was echoing in the the empty space of hall and it was drowning out the the sound of whip falling on the Man's body.

The chaos of voices didn't stop until Yeosang stood in the middle of the hall; Facing the place where the man was crucified.

"Magnificent." Yeosang said like he was looking at some pure art.

"I know, right?"

And Mingi was the artist.

"Psychos..."

"Louder please. I have hard of hearing. You people scream REALLY loud and yet talk like this?" Mingi said.

"PSYCHOS! YOU'RE ALL BUNCH OF OBSESSED DICKHEAD PSYCHOS! SHAME ON US! SHAME ON A COUNTRY WHOSE LEADERS ARE SLAVES FOR A FUCKING CROSS!"

Mingi bursted out in a laughter.

"I can't fight with you with 'Leader' part but slaves? For a fucking cross?"

"It's way more bigger than a fucking cross." He whiped him on his throat that he lost his breath for almost a minute.

"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth." Yeosang said as he walked to the corner where waepons were.

"I can't believe...you're doing...this just for a... mistake." His voice was also trembling. Blood was flowing from his wounds smeared with resin and splinter.

"Now the earth was unformed and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and the spirit of God hovered over the face of the waters." He put the spear's metal head on the fire of torches.

"Im sorry! Im sorry please!! Give me one more chance I'll make it up to you! I promise with my life, PLEASE!"

"And God said: let there be light."

"Sir please! It doesn't worth it! Im sorry! It won't happen again i swear to God-"

Yeosang sticked the red metal to the Man's balls regardless of his pleas. He screamed his lungs out and shook his body frantically.

There wasn't the slightest way to the outside in the hall, and there was no light, but his body, wet with blood and sweat, was shining under the light of the torches.

"And there was light."

"Is he done?" Mingi asked but Yeosang didn't reply. He was standing there staring at the spear so he went and checked by himself.

"Yep his done. Phew! What a smell! Nostalgic isn't it, Yeosang?"

"Yeah..."

"Anyways, what had he done? I had him for almost a week here because you told me so and yet i don't know his crime."

"He picked the wrong colors for my gift boxes." He returned the spear to it's place.

"Gift boxes?" He frowned slightly. "Oh! You mean those infected northerners you sent to that war-strucked city in south?"

"Bring him down then leave." Yeosang ordered. His silence to Mengi's question was a sign of his approval.

The men in the hall quickly obeyed and pull down the southern man's carcass from the cross.

He took off the glove of his right hand and placed his hand on Mingi's cheek. Mingi smiled immediately and grabbed Yeosang's hand.
He could feel the burnt cross on Yeosang's hand under his hand. The roughness of it was quite the opposite of Yeosang's fair silky skin.

"Have you been good lately?" Yeosang asked.

"Yes it's just...it feels lonely when you're not around."

Yeosang eyes locked on his eyes. His sharp calm dragon eyes had nothing in common with those doe sulky eyes that he used to have when he was a kid.

"Sorry I've been busy. I'll try to visit you more often." He hugged him and placed his head on Mingi's chest.

"Don't get bored here too much okay?"

"How can i? It's my home."

"I know." It was his home too. "Do you want us to go for a trip?"

"Where? Minefield?" Mingi giggled.

"I can make a minefield to a heaven on earth. You know i can."

"I know."

"I'm kang Yeosang."

"You are."

They remained silent for few seconds.

In the heavy silence of hall, Yeosang could hear Mingi's heartbeat so clearly.

"Im glad that your heart is still beating."

"Me too."

"Keep it beating. At least till my heart is beating."

It was Mingi who kept and carried the only remaining part of Yeosang's existence all these years, Caged himself in Zaccai hall for him.

"I will."