Seven Sins - Third Part | BTS x Reader

Defiance II

NO!

Heishe's thundering roar overlaps with the burning feeling of the demon hunter's blade digging into your upper arm. With your heightened senses, every detail of it slicing your skin and tearing through your flesh is painfully obvious to you, but it takes a second for the actual pain to set in.

You barely manage to pull back, ripping your arm from the blueish blade, before burning, all-consuming heat travels through your entire body. The memories you have of what pain feels like are vague, but nothing of what you ever experienced feels even remotely close to the pain that now races through your arm.

With a gasp, you stumble backwards, clutching the wound as thick, dark blood seeps from it – the same blood you saw spill from Zoczi's body when Heishe ripped her in half. When you glance down to look at it, the sight is gruesome – the cut might not be particularly deep, but its edges are blackened, as if charred, and you can see the corroding skin and flesh curl into itself in a morbid attempt to close and heal. The sight makes your pain even worse, and you clutch your arm tighter to hide the view.

As you fight against the burning agony slowly spreading throughout your body and clouding your mind, the demon hunter looks at you with cold, cold eyes, then he lifts his longsword over his back, the move preventing Heishe from attacking from behind, and lunges at you for the final swipe.

Heishe's mind is brimming with rage, but it's not him who steps in as you try to pull yourself together to avoid the hunter's attack. Instead, a black shadow darts past you, and with a loud growl, Daimon jumps the hunter and topples him over.

A second later, he jumps back from the large man with a yelp, a small dagger stuck in his flank, the same moment the ground starts to tremble with your dragon's fury.

ENOUGH!

Heishe's voice is neither in your head nor is it physical – it is an overarching order, a thought turned presence, something not even the limited human mind can miss or ignore.

As Daimon, despite limping because of his wound, drags himself in front of you protectively – apparently both overestimating himself and underestimating you - the demon hunter slowly turns towards your other familiar and eyes him with interest.

Heishe's figure is blurred, the air around him shimmering as if his skin is boiling hot. He doesn't have human irises anymore, instead his eyes are fully yellow now, his elongated pupil burning with furious intensity. The fine scale marks on his neck and jaw are slowly turning black and trembling, slowly peeling from his skin, and while they're held back in an immense act of self-control, the sight is nothing short of terrifying.

And then, as the black slits in your familiar's eyes contract and his muscles shiver with uncontained rage, the floodgates open and the world turns dark.

Daimon flinches at the sudden, intense rain that soaks your clothes, his fur and the ground in milliseconds. The demon hunter looks up into the slate-blue sky, but you can't tell if he's scared, impressed or unfazed.

Even Heishe seems a bit surprised, though he quickly regains his composure and focuses on the hunter. His mind his blurry with anger, every thought so controlled by it that it's impossible for you to make out what he is actually thinking or planning, and you quickly realize just how dangerous he is right now.

As the demon hunter fully turns around and positions himself, fingers tightening around the hilt of his weapon once more, you look at your dragon and even without reading his mind, you know he is going to break every bone in the man's body, rip through every single limb and let him bleed out if you let him – and though you can feel the stinging pain in Daimon's flank and your muscles are trembling with pain and anger just the same, you know you can't let him do that.