Hellborn Abyss

Chapter 11

After a month of relentless tracking and battling demons, Yoongi's life had become a series of sleepless nights and constant danger. Each victory seemed to only bring about more powerful adversaries, as if something—or someone—was determined to wear him down.

One night, as Yoongi prepared for another hunt, a dark presence filled the air. He could feel it before he saw it—the overwhelming aura of a Hellhound, a creature so powerful that even the most seasoned hunters feared it. This was no ordinary demon; this was a beast sent directly from the depths of Hell, a sign that Lucifer had grown impatient.

Yoongi: (Muttering to himself) "A Hellhound... just what I needed."

The Hellhound appeared, its eyes burning with a malevolent fire, its massive body cloaked in shadow. It lunged at Yoongi, who barely had time to react, his sword clashing against the creature's deadly claws. The fight was fierce and brutal, each blow from the Hellhound sending shockwaves through Yoongi's body. Despite his skills, he found himself quickly outmatched.

As Yoongi fought desperately, a sharp pain struck him, and he realized he was losing consciousness. The Hellhound's attack had left him grievously injured, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Just as his vision began to blur, a sudden, radiant light filled the darkness.

Bianca stepped forward from the shadows, her presence commanding and powerful. She couldn't stay hidden any longer; Yoongi's life was in imminent danger. Channeling her angelic powers, she unleashed a burst of energy that sent the Hellhound reeling.

Bianca: (With determination) "I won't let you take him."

The Hellhound snarled and lunged at her, but Bianca stood her ground. With a wave of her hand, she sent another surge of energy at the beast, her powers overwhelming it. The Hellhound howled in agony before disintegrating into ash, the threat finally neutralized.

Yoongi, barely conscious, saw Bianca's form through a haze. Her glowing figure seemed almost ethereal, a beacon of light in the darkness. He tried to speak, but his strength failed him, and he slipped into unconsciousness.

Bianca hurried to his side, her heart aching at the sight of his injuries. She placed her hands over his wounds, her angelic abilities knitting the torn flesh back together. As she worked to heal him, she whispered softly, a promise to protect him always.

Bianca: "I'm here, Yoongi. I'll always be here."

When Yoongi awoke, he was back in his hideout, his body aching but his wounds mostly healed. He struggled to sit up, his mind racing with fragmented memories of the battle. The Hellhound, the light, and the fleeting vision of Bianca—it all felt like a dream.

Yoongi: (Calling out) "Bianca..."

Jisoo emerged from the other room, her expression a mix of concern and relief. She approached him cautiously, examining his injuries.

Jisoo: "You're awake. How do you feel?"

Yoongi looked at her with a strange glance, his confusion evident.

Yoongi: "Where's Bianca? The person who saved me... it was her, wasn't it?"

Jisoo's face remained calm as she shook her head, a small, almost imperceptible lie forming on her lips.

Jisoo: "It was me, Yoongi. I was the one who saved you."

Yoongi's mind whirled with doubt. He vividly remembered the fleeting vision of Bianca, her presence both familiar and mysterious. But Jisoo's calm assertion planted a seed of uncertainty.

Yoongi: (Frowning) "You? But... I saw—"

Jisoo: (Gently) "You were badly injured, Yoongi. It's natural for your mind to play tricks on you. You need to rest."

Despite her words, Yoongi couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The image of Bianca lingered, a haunting reminder of the night's events. He needed to find her, to get the answers he so desperately sought.

Back in the shadows, Bianca watched over him, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she could no longer remain hidden. The time for secrets was ending, and soon, Yoongi would have to face the full truth about who she was and why she was there.

When Yoongi finally succumbed to sleep, his dreams became vivid and surreal. He found himself in a familiar yet ethereal place, surrounded by a soft glow. In the midst of this dreamscape, Bianca appeared before him, her presence both comforting and disquieting.

Bianca: (Gently) "Yoongi, I need you to know something. It was me who saved you. I will always be there for you, no matter what."

Yoongi's eyes widened as he looked at her, his emotions a turbulent mix of anger and confusion.

Bianca: "I love you, Yoongi. But my love is unforgiven because I am not just human. I am half human, half demon, and half angel."

Her words struck him like a physical blow. The revelation of her true nature only fueled his anger further. He clenched his fists, his face contorting with rage.

Yoongi: (Yelling) "Why didn't you tell me the truth from the beginning? Why did you deceive me?"

Bianca's expression remained calm, though her eyes were filled with sorrow.

Bianca: "I was afraid, Yoongi. Afraid of how you would react, afraid of losing you. But I couldn't hide it any longer. You needed to know the truth."

Yoongi's anger erupted, his voice echoing through the dreamscape.

Yoongi: (Screaming) "Get out of my head! I don't want to hear any more of your lies!"

He turned away from her, the pain and betrayal in his heart evident. Bianca reached out, her voice a soft plea.

Bianca: "Please, Yoongi, understand that I only wanted to protect you."

But Yoongi couldn't bear to listen. The anguish and confusion clouded his mind, and he felt a desperate need to distance himself from her, even in his dreams.

Yoongi: (Screaming) "Leave me alone!"

The dream began to fracture, the once serene landscape now torn apart by Yoongi's turmoil. Bianca's form started to fade, her voice lingering as an echo.

Bianca: "I'll always be here for you, Yoongi. No matter what."

Yoongi jolted awake, his heart pounding and his body drenched in sweat. The dream had left him shaken, his mind racing with the implications of Bianca's revelation. As he lay in the darkness, he couldn't shake the feeling that everything had changed, and nothing would ever be the same again.