The DEVIL [JJK+KTH]

|74| The Hallowed purging of the Shattered dome

Chapter 74: The Hallowed purging of the Shattered dome.

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A/N: surprise!! I'm not dead!

This chapter's dedicated to that one person who said "see you next year!" when I uploaded chapter73. This is all your fault for jinxing it. Totally. <3

CONTENT WARNING: this chapter contains the following themes (shocking lol. Don't expect sunshines and rainbows anymore)
• violence
• mentions of blood.
• mentions of dubcon
• impaling/stabbing
• gore/depictions of gore
• mutilation

Song Recommendations:
Pls turn up Rok Nardin on Spotify and blast their discography as you read. (I'm too lazy to type each one of em out)

Ahem.

Anyway, don't skip.

Also,

Happy(?) reading.

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Taehyung exhaled softly, resting his head on the smooth ceramic edge of the tub he was doused in.

With a consistency and color that of milk, it was fragrant and sweet smelling, reminding him of flowers.

It surely was an extravagant bath to his tastes- a luxury of sorts which he would never go out of his way to indulge himself with- but would surely have enjoyed for if not the predicament he was trapped in.

Taehyung's mind reeled with thousands of questions that were left unanswered.

A mixture of things he learnt against his will- that led him to question even further, true to his ever persistent curious nature.

Every single day of his confinement had a sense of similarity- yet something about this noon in particular was heedlessly, odd.

The air was prickly warm when he awoke and for once his body was healed in entirety- lest for the few welts of red seemingly deliberate- left behind on his neck, wrists and the inside of his thighs.

Taehyung grazed the tender skin on his wrist with his fingertips and shuddered at the memory of the things had transpired at dawn.

Taehyung is not a blind man to desire.

He knows what he sees in the Devil's aflame eyes- all that of unadulterated lust and cruelty.

It is all it should be. Logically.

It is all his eyes see.

And just so- when he was taken at hours nearing dawn, coaxed and nicked at with teeth, roused rudely from his sleep- all Taehyung did was give in, nestling the Devil between his legs.

It stung until it didn't- the pleasure overriding his senses, in a twisted way where every thrust punched out a desperate needy mewl from his lips.

And because it didn't hurt- because for once, those fingers didn't claw at his skin- because those cruel crimson eyes didn't burn crudely, not once- all because those lips kept whispering his name like a prayer— desperate and frantic, with honey poisoned promises to never leave and never be left behind.

Taehyung, amidst his gruesome nightmares was left entranced- a faux dream that brought him solace- a dream, where he is the one true centre of the whole universe for another.