How to Forgive a Demon

Awakening

Flashes of white and red were everywhere. The sound of thunder was mixed into the distance and the ground felt as if it would cave in. Yoongi staggered forward, grimacing as he fought with an unknown force. Every step he took forward was heavy, his body feeling the pressure of strong winds pushing him back as if warning him of danger.

But he was stubborn, his mother had always told him so.

Yoongi shielded his eyes as the flashes got brighter. He didn't even know where he was. It was like a long winding tunnel with no end and no beginning. As far as he was concerned, the only way to go was forward.

Keep pushing. Don't stop. I have to go forward.

He stumbled back as the force of the wind picked up, and fell onto his back hard. Letting out a groan of pain, Yoongi tried to sit up until he heard an unknown cry.

The cry of a woman.

He could hear the desperation in her voice so clearly that it felt like a spear was piercing through his heart. Her sadness traveled in waves and enveloped his mind. All he could feel was a mix of hurt, betrayal, anger, and pain like no other. Yoongi clutched at his chest, breathing hard as tears spilled from his eyes. Glistening tears in unknown territory.

"Where are you?" Yoongi called out, his voice cracking in the process.

He didn't know why he was feeling so helpless and distraught, but her cries only got louder.

"Yoongi..." The voice wailed, and his eyes widened.

Struggling to get up, he got to his feet and ran. Ran despite the howling wind, the raging storm, the flashes of color blinding him.

He kept running.

Running and running until his feet felt as if they were on fire and even after that he kept going. The cries felt so close that he could claim them as his own, as if they were all in his head this whole time. Each step he took felt like an eternity until he burst through the tunnel, finally discovering the exit.

The cries faded into silence before he saw a sky of crimson red, rain pouring down so hard that he had to shield his eyes. He felt drenched to the bone instantly, shivering as he walked on.

Where are you?

A deep howl of pain caught his attention to his left and there he saw a body thrashing in a pool of blood on the ground. His voice caught in his throat as he ran and dropped to his knees, not caring that the blood was seeping into his jeans as he grabbed the hand of the person. They were unidentifiable, their face nonexistent but their body was surely human and clothed as a woman.

"Who... Did this to you?" Yoongi choked, more tears spilling from his eyes. None of the feelings he was experiencing felt like they belonged to him. It was as if he was a bystander of it all.

The woman made a sound so softly that Yoongi could only assume she was whispering. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he repeated his question.

Beep.... Beep.... Beep...

Yoongi shot up quickly as his eyes opened, quickly adjusting to the harsh sunlight spilling in from the hospital window. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead which he quickly wiped with the back of his hand before realizing where he was.

The hospital? Why...?

"You're awake. Was worried you wouldn't make it this time."

Yoongi searched for the source of the voice and found it on the right side of his bed.

"Namjoon. What the fuck am I doing here?"

"Oh you don't know? I should be asking you that question don't you think?"

Yoongi was a bit taken aback by the sound of anger in Joon's voice. He clearly didn't expect that reaction.

"What's up with you?" Yoongi mumbled, wincing in pain when he tried to stretch.

"My problem is you. Always getting into some dangerous shit like you're invincible. You could have ended up dead on those streets Yoongi! Do you even-"

"I'm sorry." Yoongi interrupted, not wanting to hear anymore of his speech.

Namjoon pressed his lips firmly together before letting out a sigh.

"I'm just really glad you're okay." He finally confessed, patting Yoongi's leg.

"Yeah, I am too. Thanks." Yoongi grinned at him, which only resulted in Namjoon sighing again.

The door to the room opened suddenly and in walked the doctor.

"Ah, I see Mr. Min is awake. You're fine, with a couple of bruises. I'd advise for you to rest up at home. Do you know how this happened to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

Yoongi didn't make eye contact with the Doctor as he tried to replay the events of that other night in his mind. It slowly came back and he clenched his fists tightly. Namjoon noticed his discomfort and waved his hand dismissively at the doctor.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him. He won't get into anymore trouble."

The doctor hesitated before giving up and nodding.

"Alright well you're free to go home."

Days passed and Yoongi still had nightmares, vivid ones similar to the one he had back at the hospital. He'd wake up with tears staining his face, eyes all puffy as if he'd been crying for hours. Namjoon always stopped by to check on him, asking if everything was okay. Joon was a really great friend and he was forever grateful for him. But the nightmares continued and Yoongi knew why. It was just a small price to pay for making a deal with the devil.

Literally.

"You didn't know? Your uncle wasn't able to go through with the sacrifice. Blood needs to be shed either way."

Yoongi glared at the man before him, ready to throw a punch but a few more men gathered around him and he knew he was overpowered.

"That's right. Relax. We can make a deal. Your soul for theirs. The life of a demon isn't so bad." He sneered, eyes glowing red, gaze boring into Yoongi so much that he could feel the heat from hell burning his skin.

Yoongi gasped in pain, feeling a little off balance before he felt two men grab his arms and steady him.

"Your answer?"

"Don't hurt them. Just, don't hurt them."
He begged in defeat, feeling the rage burn deep within him.

"You need to be weak before we can take your soul. Hang tight." The man chuckled before he brought his hand back and dealt a blow to Yoongi's face.

Warm water poured from the kitchen faucet onto Yoongi's hands that gripped a little too tightly onto a plate. He was angry. Angry at his uncle for getting caught up in a spiritual mess that threatened everyone he ever loved. Angry at the fact that he no longer had control over his life. Angry that he no longer had a soul.

The sound of a plate smashing against the wall echoed throughout his apartment.

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AN:
Fam it's getting intense I know. Hopefully most of the questions were explained. Hope you guys stay tuned and join me on this emo adventure lmao!