Ambivalent [JackalxReaders]

The Realm of Lore [Hunter!JackalxReader]

A Supernatural crossover

Warning: language

Your fingers sail over the tarnished, tortured pages of the book. The texture is uninviting, figuratively snarling at your probing eyes, swiftly scanning over the faded information; there's a particular feeling that this composition expels, it's almost disturbing, like it's not meant for human eyes. Your mind processes the text at breakneck speed, haphazardly shoving it into a recently constructed mental archive. The archaic spine protests as you flip the page, your desire for knowledge crescendos by the second, resonating in your head.

Most rational people would dismiss this oasis of facts as twisted fiction, and place it accordingly in the fiction aisle, but that'd be utterly disgraceful. Rationality is flexible, morphing to the diverse situation it's launched in; it's fixated on the towering, menacing letters that spell out normality. The standard of regularity is frightening to those who don't meld to expected laws. Even the silhouettes cast by the towering letters spur trepidation and anxiety. Days ago, your perspective wouldn't be so cavernous, echoing inky—even dismal—sentiment.

But then you experienced it, something beyond unvarying protocol. It's often fabricated and embellished until it's sickeningly sweet, taste buds rejecting it on sight after years of surfacing. Falsifying these facts and making light of them is a lethal apparatus, dangerously balancing on a flimsy leg. This system is going to be a profound, obtuse weapon in the demolition of present society. And to think just a few days ago your ignorance rivaled fellow individuals, uneducated in the realm of lore.

This realm isn't metaphysical or intangible in the slightest; it's entirely capable of leaving lasting marks.

Your eyes momentarily flicker down to your arm, which displays four swollen, red gashes. The abrasions are a reminder that humans aren't the only cognitively thinking beings. That in itself is horrifying, comprehending that the throne humans hold on the food chain isn't as secure as widely accepted. An uneasy feeling sprouts in your stomach, and is repeatedly fed by apprehension to future events.

There's a genocide coming, and it isn't exclusive to a specific group of humans. It's going to target all of them.

The grand, freshly polished doors of the library open, allowing chilling tempests to dance along the marble flooring. A thundering sound emanates when the doors slam shut, trapping the gusts in, but draining they're life simultaneously. With their dying breaths, they caress your face gently, like a lover, while turning the thin pages of your book.

Immense footsteps reverberate, aplomb singing to every crevice. The sound of fabrics rustling together is effortlessly registered in your ears as the individual traverses to the "legend" selection of the library. As they strut by, you can't help but observe their figure.

He's definitely attractive. Tousled honey-colored hair cascades from his scalp and sweeps over one of his eyes, promoting almost alluring shadows under the fringe; he's tall, probably staggering over six feet, and his build is muscular, yet he still retains the features of a human. Initially, you wouldn't have pegged him for the lore type, maybe action or adventure, but not lore. Then again, you wouldn't have classified yourself as the lore enthusiast before, yet here you are, scavenging for information to aid your situation. You maneuver your eyes back down to the text, deciding that you've fawned over him for too long.