Demise x Na Jaemin

x 3

Hara was once again woken up by the pulsating of her head after another night of crying herself to sleep and she had enough.

Arriving home after school she was welcomed by her mother, intoxicated and sprawled over the couch waiting to pounce onto her about every little detail which followed with a threat or loud yell.

The bright screen of her laptop illuminated the dark room. The gentle clicks of her keys as she typed away filled the quietness of the space. Typing into her search bar was the website she found in the cubicle, her curiosity getting the better of her and the punchline was of interest to her.

Her finger clicked enter and what popped up was just a simple white website. The only colour to it is the black words in the middle:

Want to choose how you die?
Write to our email below your request on how you wish to die and one of our members will carry out your wish within the next three days.

She didn't believe it. Not at all. But at this point she was desperate. She was so painstakingly numb to everything and was sick of bringing misery to everything and everyone around her. But she was also too much of a coward to do it herself.

So she typed away.
And when she pressed send, a ding ricocheted around the room of one particular man.

Lounged back in his chair, he used his crossed feet on the table to swivel himself on the chair- bored out of his mind.

He nonchalantly clicked on the notification and his eyes slowly drifted over the email.

I want to not exist.

Pulling his seat closer to the desk he began to type away, the sound of keys clicking added to the cacophony of other computer keys in the room.

His eyes scanned the screen which usually had rows of information on his clients. Their name, birthdays, occupation, parents' names, their birthdays and their occupations.
But all that displayed was their house address and their first name.

Pushing himself off of the seat he grabbed his cloak and swung it around his shoulders, eyes glancing up to the mirror that stood next to the door and watching as his bony appearance turned into flesh once the cloak covered his body.

Pulling the hood over his head, he grabbed his scythe and with a cloud of black smoke he appeared on Mullo Avenue.

The street was dark, thick clouds hid the moon from the earth and a heavy layer of fog filled the street.
Street lamps flickered as the malevolent figure sauntered past them, his coat dragging slightly behind him.

His head tilted up to look at the house, recognising it from the other night and his head tilted. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking a step forward and activating his powers as his figure sped throughout the house- a black mist following in his trail.

Walking through walls and closed doors without a fragment of sound, he halted as he entered the only room inhabited by life.

Stood by the bed, he watched as the blankets rose and fell rhythmically. The girl was facing away from him, the only thing he could see was her dark hair and the tip of her nose peeking out of the duvet.

His figure hovered over her and glanced at her room.

No pictures of friends, only that of what I assume is her brother. Too many stuffed toys, and she seems to be studying Spanish. Interesante.

His eyes fell back on the sleeping figure, not looking at anything specific before closing his eyes to read her life's story.

He inhaled and what would usually show flashes of her life, came to nothing. His vision remained black making his eyebrows furrow.

Glaring down at the girl once more before closing his eyes and inhaling to try again deemed useless as nothing showed up.

How peculiar.

His eyes squinted at her sleeping figure, confused as to why she was obstructing his internal vision.
He was intrigued, and so instead of carrying out the girl's wishes of not wanting to exist- he turned around and began to leave.

"Are you here to kill me?" a soft voice filled the room and the man stopped in his tracks. Turning his head slowly to look at the girl over his shoulder.

She was propped up by her hand, big eyes glaring at the shadowy figure that lingered in her room.

He remained silent.

"Are you responding to the email I sent?" She pushed herself up more and moved her hair behind her ears.
A saddened frown etched onto her face.

He slowly turned to face her and her eyes took in his appearance, he was draped in a large black cloak, the hood covering most of his face besides his defined chin. Her  breath hitched as she noticed the large scythe he held and she gulped. Fear grew in the pit of her stomach as her eyes widened at the sight.

"Why are you leaving? A-aren't you supposed to answer my request?" She asked, and he could sense the fear behind her words- she didn't want to die.

The man's gaze lingered on her face, his own stoic of any emotion as he turned around ready to leave.

The girl took in a shaky breath, her heart beat palpitating at expeditious rates and he could sense her fear practically leaking from her- she was scared- and so he paused.

"Not yet," was all he said, words deep and low and he did not wait any longer before taking a step and vanishing into the dark smoke.