pastel [3]

fifty four

Third Person point of view

The sunrise was beautiful. Streams of dusty pinks, orange and yellow cast across the expansive ocean, glittering over the tide. The atmosphere rippled with clouds that slowly cleared away the thunderous hell of the night sky.

Reflected in that sunrise was the ethereal glow of a figure who was knelt down on one knee, looking down upon Sungjoon who was sprawled out in the sand, scrambling to move but left paralysed under the hauntingly beautiful gaze of the glowing form above him. It was a glorious sight and Daehyun watched with a credulous glee, in awe of the sight of the forbidden god now embracing both sides of his heritage. It was impossible to see any human left in him, silhouette a burning white of raw power fueled by the dawn.

"If only you could see this Taehyungie..." whispered Daehyun against his brother's forehead, squeezing him gently before laying him down in the sand to rest. Then he got up and turned his attention back to the glowing sight that had completely overwhelmed Sungjoon's position. It was freeing to see the torturer be completely powerless, his chance at revenge dwindling.

Cold hands wrenched at Daehyun's neck, tearing him back into a tight lock as he felt Yugyeom's nails embed into his throat, threatening to tear the skin to shreds. The hold was tight and lethal, leaving Daehyun struggling against the threat to his life. He didn't want to go back to the underworld, he needed to see this through.

"You better stay the hell away or I'll kill him!" Shouted Yugyeom, directing his warning towards the deity now turned to him with a newfound interest. His voice wavered when he stared into haunting eyes, a stare that pulled on every one of his fears and ripped them to the surface.

"Now, Yugyeom. I know you won't do that." The aforementioned paled at the familiar voice of his other captive now speaking to him through the blinding source of power. "Let him go." Jungkook snarled, stopping in front of the two with an unsettling calmness. It didn't feel like him anymore, the curious and impulsive police officer who Daehyun had become so familiar with was torn away, replaced with the biological rawness that had been buried for 35 years. It was hard to tell that the raging godlike glow in front of them was once a human.

"You?" Breathed Yugyeom in terror, hands falling away from Daehyun to let him duck away, leaving the two to have a silent battle of wits. Inevitably Yugyeom lost, bowing his head in submission. The sight of the undead servant bowing to another had Daehyun grinning, turning to the other with pride.

"Do you remember your name?" He asked, turning to Jungkook's presence with his own careful bow. When he shook his head Daehyun repeated the name that Epiales had mentioned centuries ago, the pride of his lifetime; a son who broke the boundaries of love within a strict world of power. "Oneiropolos. Daydreamer." The name made Jungkook smile, for a moment flickering to his old self, charming and grounded. It didn't last long, only enough to settle Daehyun's nerves.

"It's weird, isn't it?" Despite speaking barely above a whisper his voice rang loud and clear. He stepped forward, enclosing Yugyeom in a circle of blinding light. The servant cowered, unable to move as a burning fist settling around his wrist, yanking him up to the height of the powerful stare. "What motives do you have?" Oneiropolos asked sternly.

"I... I... I don't... have any."

"Then get out of here before I tell you my motives." The servant didn't need to be told twice, scrambling away the second he was released from the grip. His immediate decision was to run over to where Sungjoon was laying in the sand, frozen in his stupor. Yugyeom tugged at his leader's arm, trying to tear him away from the scene.

But not everyone was afraid of a god; Sungjoon being one of those people. He shook the other off, sharp blade slicing across Yugyeom's chest to send him back to where he came from; within seconds he was gone, nothing but a withering pink rose left in his place. A new fury of determination spread across Sungjoon's enraged features, standing up and brushing off the sand from his hands before turning to the god with a grimace.