THE PRIESTESS | A KTH & OT7 FF | 18+

Chapter 12

Day in. Day out.

It has been two days since Kaya arrived at the Underworld's capital, Scotia. She was locked in a room that didn't have windows. Thrice a day, a female would come to bring her food. "Well, at least they don't want to starve me." She mumbled as she poked with the fork on her plate. The food looked unfamiliar, and it didn't taste good. "This tastes like foot." She complained and shoved the plate away.

Kaya felt overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the past few days. She had received so much information but only a few answers to the many questions swirling in her head. Her grandmother seemed to be more than just a regular human—she was an angel. This explained Kaya's unique powers. Unlike other priestesses who could only heal minor injuries, Kaya could hear voices and feel emotions when she was close to someone.

She touched the necklace around her neck, a family heirloom from her great-grandfather Uriel. It was her only direct link to her ancestors. She knew the necklace had been passed down through generations, suggesting that her grandmother had returned it to Uriel at some point because her mother never wore it. Her grandmother went to so much yet she never saw her struggle or she was that good at hiding it well in front of all of them.

Kaya was too young but she remembered how strict her grandmother was. She had taught her so many things, especially the language of the Seraphims. She also told her about the creatures, how they all lived together in peace and as a unit. Her grandmother had pointedly told her about the faeries and wolves, that they weren't their enemies and shouldn't be feared

Kaya whispered to herself, "I wish I could talk to you again, granny. I have so many questions." She wondered if her mother and father knew about her grandmother's true nature. She also thought about her missing companions, who had disappeared when they arrived at the palace. She couldn't even say goodbye or thank them for keeping her safe. Her thoughts turned to Jin, hoping he was safe wherever he was. "Oh, Seokjin, you shouldn't have come with me."

As she laid there, the dimly lit room around her seemed to fade away as a vivid image formed in her mind. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of golden amber, held a depth that seemed to penetrate her very being. Within those eyes lay a tumultuous storm of emotions - desperation and frustration intertwined, creating a complex tapestry of sorrow and longing.

Kaya could almost feel the weight of his burdens pressing down on her own shoulders, whenever their eyes had met. The fragility of his gaze spoke volumes, revealing a vulnerability that tugged at her heartstrings. It was clear to her that he carried a heavy load, one that seemed almost unbearable.

"Why is that dumbass invading my thoughts?" she muttered to herself. With a bewildered shake of her head, she tried in vain to banish his haunting image from her mind, but it clung to her consciousness like a persistent shadow. "Shadows." She whispered when she memorized the image when Taehyung entered the underworld. Shadows were swirling around him as if they were caressing him. Was Taehyung controlling them?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The distinctive sound of three deliberate knocks reverberated through the room, a ritualistic prelude to the opening of the door. With a creak, the heavy wooden door swung inward, revealing a mysterious figure shrouded in a flowing robe that blended shades of deep red and black. The fabric cascaded around her in dramatic folds, creating an aura of intrigue as she stepped into the dimly lit room. A large hood, intricately adorned with crimson roses along the hem, partially obscured her features, casting a shadow over half of her face and heightening the enigmatic nature of her presence.

As she moved further into the room, the flickering candlelight revealed intricate details that captivated Kaya. Her lips, painted in a deep, almost black hue, were just the beginning of the mesmerizing artistry adorning her visage. The elaborate design extended beyond her lips, encompassing her entire face and down to her neck in a striking blend of black and red against the white background main color on her skin. The intricate patterns resembled a skull-like motif, yet each line and curve bore a delicate beauty that drew the eye with its exquisite detail, creating a hauntingly captivating allure. Whenever she allowed herself a subtle smirk, her glistening canines peeked through the darkness.