🫀I would end the world for you💙 ✨️KIMCHAY AU ✨️

1. The reborn of the rose's petal enjoyer ⚘️

Centuries through centuries ago, the world fought their biggest battle, or they thought so. Angels wanted on one side to erase evil from their realms, while demons just wanted to survive. It wasn't something they planned, it had been seen as the greatest excuse to annihilate the dark realm.

They mostly succeeded, a huge part being destroyed, but the heart of this world still breathed through the ashes of those souls. Angels became even more blessed from their murdering attempt and they never got to judge their own actions, they never got to do it as their supreme chief hid the truth behind their victory, and the tragic suffering of demons.

Porchay was one of the purest angels, he was calm, he was easy going, protective, he had a heart of glass reflecting the prettiest qualities an angel should have, kind, selfless, helping everyone, understanding. This one got in his way. This one condemned their own future. Porchay was so celestial that he even understood demons when angels keep the lines at the one less powerful in their realm. Demons are despicable creatures which never should have gained the rights to have their own world.

Porchay disagreed, he always did, but even more when he met Kimhan, the demons of the red river. His territory was one of the most powerful, his dark magic was one of the most terrifying, even for demons. He had the habit of painting his lips red, the same colour of the river. He liked to remind anyone crossing his land that this colour might exist because of the blood of the ones who dared to walk freely here. It never had been blood, but the tales were also a way for demons to keep their life peaceful.

It worked. Worked until Porchay understood that angels wanted to begin a war, their supreme chief wasn't right in his mind to him, he couldn't just let them calmly live their demons life on the other side. He thought that they had the mission to eradicate their existence.

Porchay tried to prevent this in his part of the world, but no one listened. His words reached the ears of their leader and he deliberately pushed Porchay through the gate. He didn't hesitate to eliminate him as he was too wise he could stop his own plan.

The angel ended up in this world, all alone, near a red river. He followed the stream and met the love of his life. The supreme chief used his own action to accuse demons of kidnapping one of them. Porchay's brother was so eager to see his brother again that he was one of the most active in those battles. His scream of despair also helped other angels to put their all in this theatre of irony.

Only one angel's thoughts.

The war had begun.

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Porchay stares at himself in the mirror of thorns. He takes his red lip taint and puts this colour on. The angel looks darkly at his reflection. His eyes are so blue, blue like the clearest sky but the black around it is making his gaze colder.

The angel hugs himself, embracing his body with his white, mostly transparent and full of feathers coat, the one he never let go off. His revengeful spirit never forgets about his past, about his beginning, about his roots. But he didn't forget either what his world did to him. To them.

Porchay hugs himself a little tighter. He thinks about Kimhan. He tries to remember his tenderness. It had been so long, so long since he got to even brush over his existence.

The angel is trying to not cry. Even after centuries, he can't forget the way Kimhan's heart was beating in his hands when he carefully did everything to protect it. When he tried to save the love of his life and when he lost one of his wings in this battle.

He remembers well the way he got shocked, terrified to witness Kimhan's despair when he understood that he would die and the way his own eyes saw the world becoming blurry. He had the sensation that his own heart got snatched from his chest. He screamed and cried so loudly that the rain seemed to fall more violently, to create holes in the ground, the one in his heart now.