The Tale of Vengeance - A Taehoon Seong x F! Reader ff

THE TALE OF VENGEANCE

I looked around in despair. Bloodshed, fires, everywhere. The sound of people screaming.

I looked to the side. Yeonwoo and Minji died in battle. I couldn't save them. I couldn't save my friends.

I felt choked as a sob emerged from my throat. The heart-wrenching sight before my eyes. I kept walking to the forefront, despite that. My feet were charred, my arms bleeding. My head covered in sweat and blood, and eyes dizzy. I walked forward despite all of that. Because of one person. One person I could still save, if I gave in.

I finally reached the execution spot. The spot where my lover was to be beheaded.

I looked at him with a solemn expression. His torso was bare, and all the torture he tolerated while in capture was visible. Even then, he just gave me a smile. One that seemed to say, 'It'll all be fine, (Y/N).'

I wondered how it could be. The Emperor of the Obsidian Jewel looked at me with his arrogant gaze. 

I looked down and fell to his feet.

"Please..." I sobbed out, "Please just... let him go. I declare surrender. We give in. I request you to leave him alone. Set him free. Let him go, and take me."

I could not see the Emperor's reaction as I was staring at his feet, but he laughed. He had the audacity to laugh.

"You could've surrendered quite a long time ago", he said, "not now, when so many of your side have died. And when there are still more to die. Taehoon Seong will die, and that's my final decision. And after he has died, you will too."

The people standing around, watching it, shouted at the top of their lungs, "Kill the Revolutionaries! Kill him! Kill her!"

Just a year ago, they were rooting for us. And now, after all the destruction that occurred, they believed it was our fault. Such fickle people.

"Look, even the citizens want you killed."

I sighed and looked up. I could see Taehoon staring at me with a sombre look. It was his, 'I hope you understand' look.

I did not know what to understand, or perhaps I did and did not want to acknowledge it, but the next moment, Taehoon pulled out a knife from his pant pockets and cut his throat. Even as he fell, he had a proud look on his face. 

This was the man I loved. The man for whom dignity was more than anything. When he accepted he couldn't escape death, he didn't want to die from the enemies' hand. 

"Well, that certainly was anticlimactic", the Emperor chuckled. He ordered his men to bring me to the guillotine.

"Any last words?" 

"Yes", I said, my dull eyes now glowing with fire. "You killed my friends, pets, acquaintances and my lover. You were the cause of all this destruction that has occurred. Over all the dead bodies present here, I swear that I will come back again and unleash hell on you. I swear that I would make you regret ever being born. You will feel the fury of a friend, a parent, a beloved. The fire that will rise along with me will wipe your existence off of this planet. I will fucking make sure this happens, even if it means I will have to break the walls of hell for that."

The Emperor looked a bit taken aback, and I gained satisfaction. And the next second, everything went dark.

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I opened my eyes in a strange place. This place was awfully dark and hot. Wait. I died and... did I come to hell?

"Almost correct", came a feminine voice from behind me.

I turned around and saw the sleek body of a woman standing some distance away. She was wearing a red gown, and her complete body, except her face, which was veiled by some magical shadow, was visible. Even as she came towards me, her face was covered.

"You are in the Underworld."

My brain shook. I quickly stood up. If this was the Underworld, was she...?

"You're almost there, say it."

"A-are you... the Queen of the Underworld, Persephone?"

"Yes", said the woman. "You are quick-witted, child."

She had a dangerous aura coming off of her, and I started sweating. Still, I spoke.

"Why are you meeting me?"

"I heard your oath", said she, "About taking revenge. Do you really want to?"

There was no doubt regarding this answer. "Yes, I want to."

"It will be difficult."

"Life is difficult, but we have to live it anyway."

"I like your way of speaking, kid."

"Thank you."

"Will you make a good story?"

"What do you mean?" I was confused. A good story?

"Don't you know? I love stories as much as humans love food. If I give you a second chance, will you create a better story and a better ending?"

"I will try my best", I was earnest.

"Then don't make me regret my decision."

Before I could ask her what decision she was talking about, she snapped her fingers. Slowly, my body started disintegrating and particles started flying away like dust in the air. I was disappearing slowly.

"Remember, I will always keep an eye on you. Except private situations, of course. All celestial beings love stories of mortals. Remember to weave a good one."

My vision started getting blurry and hearing started getting diminished. The last thing I heard was a faint, "Good luck. Write your own fate this time."

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This was the second time I was waking up after passing out. And I almost vomited in doing so. I guess coming back to life isn't always a smooth transition. 

I looked around. I was on the bed in my room. It urged me to check what timeline I was in.

I noticed the phone on my bedside table. The date today... May 17, 2024. Exactly two years before The Tragedy occurred, and three years before my death. 

I see. I have reincarnated and gone back in time.

Just as this thought entered my mind, I heard an ambiguous voice in my head:

[The story 'The Tale of Vengeance' has begun.]

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(A/N): dollyxps , come here.

Ok, so I apologize for leaving you hanging in the other story, but bear with me. This always happens with me. The damned writer's block. I think of a great story up to a certain point, write it down, and when I exceed that point, I don't know where or how to proceed. And thus, another idea enters my head, and the cycle continues. But don't worry, when I hit writer's block here, I will continue that one, and vice versa. And hopefully, seeing two unfinished stories will make me continue to write, and not start a third one. Hopefully.

I promise you will see the end of the stories as long as you're alive (so please be alive). Well then, adios.