WINGS || Taehyung

#46 - Ride To Hell

You loosed a shaky breath as you held her stare, strong and demanding, before she turned her gaze to the tyrant standing in front of her. It couldn't be...after all these years, she was still alive. But dead. You wanted to cry, fall down and sob until your voice failed you, and you felt your knees trembling, ready to buckle under the invisible burden weighing down on your shoulders.

You moved, with the same stealth as you had used while sneaking up on the rest of the Sinners - the ones that now lay dead by your hands. The blood - it would never wash away, no matter how hard you would scrub it later on. Your legs moved with difficulty, but you managed to keep shushed with the snow barely crunching under your weight as you moved to the side, and behind one of the thick trees, as Kimroe faced the group of Sinners and Red Bloods. It seemed like a vigilante seeking justice. You wanted to laugh at that thought.

'What is this? Are you even aware of the rules you're breaking as you stand against me, with them?' The King of the Underworld snarled at the four of them, all snarling just as viciously back at him.

'You may be King, father,' Yoongi spoke softly, but the authority that dripped form his voice could have even a tyrant like him begging for freedom. 'But you are not invincible.' Kimroe did not cower. He breathed, hard and shallow, and you could see the rage surging off of him in waves.

'You seemed to have held the same grudge against my daughter, Sire.' You heard your mother's voice - just like you had imagined it to be all these years. Even with decades spent in Kronell, it did not mess with the softness, the tenderness, of her voice as she spoke. But the wicked gleam that shone in her ebony eyes, seemed to say otherwise. You wanted to stare at her - take all of her in, but with the given circumstances, it was impossible. So you moved farther into the forest and in between the trees, and got to a point where you were just in Taehyung's line of sight.

"Good girl." Came the appreciative voice of his in your head. You smiled, and as though sensing it - his eyes still focused on Kimroe - he let a smile slip onto his lips as well.

'Interesting. Very interesting. And Hoseok, you seem to have a change for company?' Kimroe asked - mustering all the curiousness he could, and getting rid of the surprise that still lingered in some corner of his brain - if he had one, that is. He snapped his wrist in a swift motion behind him, his finger nails clicking against each other as he did so.

'I'd never been under your command to have changed company in the first place, Father. It is as true as it is disappointing.' Hoseok flashed his teeth, his own grey colored wings spread behind him. You marveled at them. And at him - your long lost friend. Until now you'd believed him to actually have forgotten you when in reality, he had remembered more than the Reincarnates usually did. This definitely infuriated Kimroe.

But before anymore words could be exchanged, the King of Kronell lunged at them.

The melee was something you had never in all your years of existence had dreamed of being able to watch, and you having the sight of a first bench spectator really made the adrenaline pump through your - out of fear - solidified veins. Your breath hitched and your heart ceased to beat every single time Kimroe swished a long nailed hand, trying to get one of them, but none faltered. They were as strong as a whole army; and they were just four.

Taehyung leaped and dodged, his wing as effective as it was when he had his other - he didn't let that lack of a wing become his weakness. His nails protruding and curved, ready to strike, his legs backed into a stance you knew was on the offensive, he made a jump for the King. Kimroe simply turned to the left, his wing twitching and before you could call on it - the red feather-dagger had already pierced Taehyung's side, him falling instantly to the ground onto his knees. You made to run but-