The Devil's Kingdom

Lost in the Darkness

After Yena, the woman I'd mistaken as man, showed me my room in the cottage next to the big one. She left immediately leaving me alone to take rest.

The room is plainly decorated with plant pots and paintings that I'm guessing, they had made themselves. A single bed capable of giving space to only a single person, laid in a corner.

There's a little balcony that gives view of the pitch darkness of the forest in night. I walk into the balcony, it's only then that I noticed the balustrade is made up of bamboo sticks. The moonlight bathed me along with everything, in the sea of blue.

Staring at the moon for many minutes, I was only thinking about Jungkook. He don't know where I am. And I hope he's not worriedly searching for me everywhere.

This is where life separates our paths.. maybe.

Give me reason to fall out of love with you. I chuckle through tears now gathered in my eyes. How absurd of me to think even about the possibility of that because now I know too well, it's never happening.

Even if he gives me millions of reasons to hate him, I will still keep loving him.

Even if he hates me, I'll still love him.

I keep my hand on my chest when the hard metal under my touch reminded me that I had hidden my sword inside my dress.

I pull out the sword thinking there's no more any reason to hide this, I'll be taking this out infront of everyone tomorrow anyway.

But something felt wrong with the sword. In suspicion I pulled out the sword but I was left speechless at the sight of the sword. At the sight of what it had turned into.

I remember that the swordsmith had mentioned about this form of the sword not being the original and that the sword will take the form of the emotion I'll be feeling inside.

What does this mean.. the ocean blue colored sword turning into charcoal black with a black rose fully bloomed on the guard and a half bloom on the end of the grip. Vines with thorns running from the grip to more than halfway through the blade that has now two parallel sharp fangs just below the pointed tip.

I was petrified at the sight of what my own tornado of emotions had turned this sword into before I take a deep breath and try to calm myself.

The swordsmith had also said that wasn't it's true form anyway, now it all depends on me if I'll be able to pull out it's true form or not.

It all depends on me.

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