Darkness Retribution

A Disturbing Revelation

You sat on the floor, heart racing, the silence in the room so thick it pressed against your chest. Felix was gone. Or was he? You clutched the silver locket tightly, still warm from whatever just happened.

Just when you thought the nightmare was over, the air in the room turned heavy again, thick with something dark and foreboding. The shadows on the walls began to twist and writhe, forming into a shape. No, not just any shape—a figure.

Slowly, the figure materialized, standing tall, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light. He wore a dark, tailored suit, his face cold and cruel, yet unmistakably familiar. It was none other than JYP—the infamous music mogul. But this wasn't the JYP you knew from the internet or TV. This was...something darker.

His eyes gleamed with an eerie, otherworldly energy, and his smile was far too wide, stretching unnaturally across his face. Demon JYP.

"Ah, you've made quite the mess, haven't you?" his voice slithered through the air, dripping with mockery. "Felix's little sacrifice was supposed to be clean and easy. But you—you had to interfere."

You scrambled to your feet, backing away from him. "What are you?" you stammered, barely able to comprehend what was happening.

JYP's smile grew even wider, as if he found your fear amusing. "I'm the one who gave Felix his little deal. Promised him fame, fortune...and all he had to do was hand over his soul when the time came. A small price to pay for everything he's achieved, don't you think?" His voice oozed arrogance, his eyes never leaving yours.

"He didn't know!" you shouted, anger and grief welling up inside you. "He didn't know it would cost him everything!"

JYP shrugged casually. "Details, details. He agreed, and now the contract is binding. But you—well, you've thrown quite the wrench into my plans, haven't you?"

Suddenly, the room grew colder, and you felt a strange, calming presence behind you. You turned slowly, and your breath caught in your throat.

Standing there, his face pale and somber, was someone you never thought you'd see. He wore a black hoodie, his long dark hair falling messily over his face. His eyes, rimmed with dark circles, looked tired but resolute. It was...Jesus.

But not the radiant, glowing figure you'd see in churches. This was an entirely different vibe—an emo Jesus. Dark, brooding, and carrying the weight of the world in his gaze.

He stepped forward, his eyes meeting yours briefly before turning to JYP. "Leave them alone," he said, his voice soft but filled with a sadness that seemed to echo through the room.

JYP's smile faltered for the first time, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, great. You. I don't have time for this holier-than-thou act, Jesus."

But Emo Jesus didn't flinch. "Felix didn't deserve this," he said quietly, his gaze piercing through the shadows. "And neither does she."

JYP sneered, his eyes flicking back and forth between you and Emo Jesus. "What are you going to do about it, hmm? Save them with a sad song? We both know I hold the contract."

Without another word, Emo Jesus raised his hand, and the silver locket in your grasp began to glow again. Warmth flooded through you, and you felt a sense of calm wash over you, as if someone was lifting the weight from your soul.

"This isn't about contracts," Emo Jesus said, his voice steady. "It's about love, sacrifice, and redemption. Felix gave everything to protect her. That's something you'll never understand, JYP."

JYP's eyes flashed with anger, his form flickering for a moment as if struggling to maintain control. "You think you can just walk in here and—"

But before he could finish, the ground beneath him cracked open, and dark tendrils shot up, wrapping around his legs and pulling him down into the shadows. JYP snarled, thrashing against the force pulling him into the abyss.

"This isn't over!" he hissed, his voice echoing as he sank further into the darkness. "I'll be back. You can't save them forever!"

With a final roar, JYP disappeared into the void, the shadows sealing shut behind him.

The room was still again, the oppressive darkness lifted. Emo Jesus turned to you, his expression softening. "He'll come back," he said quietly, "but you have time. Felix's soul can still be saved."

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "What do we do now?"

Emo Jesus gave you a small, tired smile. "For now, you rest. Felix is still with you. But when the time comes...we'll fight together."

And with that, he turned and began to fade into the shadows, leaving you standing in the room, clutching the locket in your hand. You knew this wasn't over. But for now, you had hope. You had Felix. And you had someone watching over you—even if that someone was an emo version of Jesus.