Seven Sins - Third Part | BTS x Reader

Continuation

It's been a while since you've tested your demonic abilities, and the feeling that fills your chest while you sprint over the darkening expanse of Amarrha is indescribable. The tall grass whips against your thighs and your boots sink into the muddy ground with every stride you take, but you don't care. Even the wind pulling on your clothes and throwing a few stray raindrops at you doesn't bother you.

All you feel is the overarching sensation of freedom in your chest, racing through your limbs and giving your muscles endless strength.

The landscape flies by you as you run, following Heishe's instructions, while Daimon weaves through the grass next to you without saying anything. His speed surprises you, but what is even more impressive is the stubborn accuracy with which he follows your every movement. Even if you tried to outpace him, you're not sure if you'd manage to.

As if aware of your thoughts, Heishe quietly pulls up a mental blockade to allow you and him some private room to talk.

Have you been training him?, you ask, focussing on the uneven ground in front of you.

No, your familiar replies quietly and after a short pause. Not yet. His tongue flicks out of his mouth, tasting the cold, fresh air.

This is not something I could properly teach him even if I wanted to, he then says, his head turning as he looks into Daimon's glazed, white eyes. I am not blind, after all.

You chuckle in your head. But I'm sure you can teach him plenty of other things, you mumble before you change the topic, remembering the question you were planning on asking him.

Speaking of other things, Heishe, you begin, to which he turns back to the front. Daimon's fixed pupils don't react, proving that he is indeed blind, as unbelievable as that might seem.

Yes, my Queen?

You're glad for your lightning-fast reflexes when a mossy, half-decayed log suddenly appears in front of you, a memory of a long-gone time when this place still had forests. Slowing down a little, you place one hand on the cold, wet wood to propel yourself forward and over it, and as soon as you land on the other side, you whip around to warn Daimon, just to witness how he effortlessly jumps over it and then catches up to you in a casual trot.

Why did you stop?, he asks upon reaching you, lifting one of his back feet and shaking it to get rid of the mud between his toes, his long whiskers twitching with dissatisfaction.

"I was waiting for you", you answer, too baffled to speak the words in your mind, and when Daimon lifts his head to "look" at you, his white eyes finding your face with eery ease, he looks almost amused.

Don't worry, he says while he steps past you, clearly ready to continue the journey. I don't need to be waited for.

You open your mouth to protest, but Heishe's body tightens around your neck in a silent warning, and you shut it.

Don't, he says behind the mental wall of his mind, words only you can hear. Don't doubt him now. It won't do him any good.

With a silent nod, invisible to Daimon, you follow the black panther, speeding up again. As expected, the presence of his body never leaves your side. You don't even have to tell him you're starting to run.

Part of Daimon's talent for this is his trust in you, you know, Heishe comments. He would never be able to follow you like this if he wasn't willing to put his life in your hands.

You don't know what to say to his words. I just don't understand it, you say after a while, forcing your legs to run even faster as if to compensate for the emotional turmoil in your chest. I worry about him, and I worry I might lead him astray or be responsible if he is harmed. I don't understand how he can fully disregard those worries.