⚠️Warnings: Mature, Strong language, abuse, toxicity
"Greed, an insidious companion, whispered promises of possession into Adrian(Hwang Pil-Gwang) 's ear. The thought of claiming So Mun for himself consumed him. He knew that his actions were fraught...
"No greater mind has ever existed, without a touch of madness". -Aristotle
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Chapter X: 🍂
🔸Adrien (Hwang Pilgwang) POV
▫️"You are a fool, if you think you are strong enough, without us you would amount to nothing. You would return to seeing absolute emptiness."▫️
Shut the fuck up!
▫️"You are not invincible Mr Hwang, you are more wretched than many. Are you unaware that love renders one vulnerable? How can you hope to triumph when that little monster has a hold on you?"▫️
I'm not in love with him! I do not love him!
▫️"You may not be now, but you are fond of him, you are jealous, envious of anyone who may claim him. And it's not just lust!! It's not just pleasure!"▫️
Yes, it is! It is just pleasure!
▫️"Why do you think hatred, and evil thrive in the absence of goodness or love? They are our undoing. Let him in, and we are cast out."▫️
I bury my head in my hands, sitting outside on the balcony, the party is long over, apart from a few morons who don't want to leave the dance floor. Ayrie has already gone to sleep, as he is human and tiredness weighs on his eyes. The fool took his leave as if he hadn't given me a lot to think about or as if I am not still quivering with rage. As a consequence, the voices of evil spirits are only worsening my mood, penetrating my skull with heavy insults, deliberate accusations.
The women I spent the evening with are now lying on my bed, asleep, tired of waiting for me to join them. And I am trampled by the sound of my concave heart, absorbing every tiny particle, clinging to his person. My hollow heart beats in my chest in a sonorous roar, as if I had never deprived it of food. I must escape from here, I must find a way to convince everyone that I am not as infatuated as it seems. Why is it hard to believe that I'm simply fond of him? That I enjoy him? Without talking about love or anything else. Because I don't know how to love, I've never been able to. So where is the fucking problem? Why can't I remain wicked, and have what I want?
"Bullshit! It's just nonsense! Y'all are just jealous that my attention has been on him lately. Y'all are envious! I am the one who allowed all of you to reside within me!" I shout at the spirits, my tone fiery, burning like spindly fibres. "You need me to house you within my body. You need my black, rancorous mind! You feed on the vengeance that eats my heart, and yet you condemn me for being as greedy as you are?!" The voices do not answer back, rather they fall silent, as if to find refuge from my inner fury, from the part of me that predominates, and that often frightens those who try to oppose me.
