our parents misdeeds are our burden to bear // Skz Disney's Descendants AU

seven

Changbin is the protector. He's the strong one and their first line of defense. He's been called in to end more fights than he's ever started, mainly by Jisung. He watches and he loves (quietly), but most of all he worries. He's their muscle and their brute-their most vigorous defense. He can't afford to be weak.

He got into his first fight at around four or so. It's always hard to tell how old an Isle kid is. Their parents rarely celebrate their birthdays and they're always small for their age due to malnutrition. So Changbin says he was four but he could've been three or he might have been five. The memory of the fight is fuzzy now so many years later.

Still, Changbin remembers being afraid. It wasn't an adult but it was a kid much older than him, a child easily in the double digits. The kid had a knife. He was double Changbin's size and armed, it should've been an easy fight.

However, Changbin is a demigod. It's something Aurodan will likely not face until many years down the line, but the truth of the matter remains. Aurodan had locked away the God of the underworld, the ruler of the undead and he had brought a son born of wrath and vengeance into the world. Changbin is both mortal and god, both alive and not.

Most of the Aurodan citizens will not face justice for their crimes in their lifetimes.

But the dead do not forget.

The fight with the other boy had been brutal. Changbin had not played fairly in that fight or any going forward. He was a child blessed to always be quick on his feet, to have the strength of ten men, and the power of the dead.

He fights with the power of those that came before him and those that will come after him. He was around 6 when the nickname Hellspawn caught on. He figures it's fitting. He fights every fight like it's his last. He never pulls his punches. He's a dirty fighter and always has been. Grown men have almost killed him and Changbin got back up.

He always gets back up.

A god's magic is old magic, older than the mortals, older even still than the faeries and the djinn. It can not be contained. At least not fully. So his father's blood in his veins had saved Changbin's life in that first fight many years ago and again a thousand times afterward.

Changbin is not grateful to him.

The mortal world's morals do not constrain his father. He does not love Changbin and has never claimed to. In some ways, this may be for the better.

He never noticed the small horns growing in on Changbin's head, these days always covered up with his hair. He never noticed one of Changbin's eyes bleeding from brown to crimson red as his magic strengthened and started to bleed out of him with no outlet.

Changbin is a god.

Changbin is a mortal.

He is both and he is neither.

He's listening half-heartedly to the whispers of the dead as they get to the cafeteria early and settle in their spot from the previous day. Minho hadn't wanted to get extra today, too worried about drawing attention so they settle with heaping their plates with as much food as they can eat and stuffing their faces. The other students make disgusted faces as they pass, but they just ignore them. The king arrives around thirty minutes later and beelines straight for them, forgoing the line for food.

"Hey guys! How was your first day of classes? I'm sorry about yesterday." He seems genuine but Changbin risks a glance at first Seungmin and then Jeongin, just in case. They nod their heads, just slightly. The king is telling the truth. It doesn't make Changbin like him any more. He's already made his feelings of the boy king apparent on their first meeting but he's sure to glare this time as well.