grim ; yoonmin [original]

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"WAS the bitch tasty though?" yoongi's scythe asked, it's voice swimming in the air around him. finally, yoongi was eating.

he'd been starving for nearly an entire week and a half, causing him to tear into anyone that looked at him for longer than three seconds.

he wiped his mouth on the sleeve on his heavy, dark cloak. his eyes rolled to the back of his head as a lazy smile displayed itself his lips. "so good." he exhaled. however, he still wasn't satisfied.

he sadly couldn't pig out and eat everyone he wanted, being that it was against the rules. the last time he broke this rule, he'd been punished in a way that still angered him today, though it happened a few decades ago.

he'd been held up by chains clasped around his wrists and ankles, nearly naked. he could still remember being too hot for comfort despite the lack of clothing. his head hung low as sweat dripped from the ends of his hair. his wings were casted downward, his body limp and weak.

he was starved for half the year in order to keep himself restricted.

he still wasn't sure what kind of logic that was, but who was he to defy powers above him? he wouldn't dare anger them anymore than he already has.

the soul of the man he just consumed still bubbled in his throat and hummed in his stomach. the color the orb admitted was soft blues and deep purples. souls were mostly always the same balls of light, but the colors they gave off always determined their taste.

"you know i always condone a little homicide here and there," his scythe chuckled, "but if you don't stop you might attract a bitch baby."

"they'll be attracted because of you calling them bitch babies again." yoongi snickered, sitting himself up against the cold wall to get more comfortable.

the dead body of the man laid beside him. yoongi studied his features and poked his cheek.

"damn, just coming by my words. i sure am sexy, aren't i?" his scythe sounded smug; almost a little too proud. "you're so full of yourself." yoongi sighed, wishing he could get another meal, but he was almost at his limit for the week.

he definitely didn't see namjoon's soul jar as an option, knowing just indulging in those alone would have the higher powers torturing him again.

"have you not seen me?" the incredulous tone was evident within the sultry voice of the scythe. no matter how long they've been together, yoongi still couldn't get over it.

"you're a weapon." yoongi wittily repeated the phrase his scythe spoke a few nights ago. the night he went to play with jimin.

"admit it, even you're attracted to me." his scythe knew it—yoongi knew it. "of course i am, baby." yoongi replied back with a cold smirk.

"you're so weird." namjoon's voice came from the shadows down the alleyway. with long strides, the other was beside his friend and the corpse in no time.

yoongi assumed namjoon had heard their conversation. his scythe was quite fond of the demon, so it often allowed him in on their telepathy.

"but i'm not even surprised that you're attracted to inanimate objects."

"not all inanimate objects," yoongi stood up, dusting off his butt, "just the sharp one's." he winked at his scythe, twirling in between his pale, slender fingers.

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scythe swears a lot, sorry if it seems excessive, but that's it's personality