with a sickening smile on her face and greed in mind, the flames of the fire reflected off her eyes as she watched it all burn.
what i have learned from this? never trust a woman associated with the devil.
the words were read off the page and the paper lifted and spontaneously combust and first turned a dark ebony before the ashes slowly drifted onto the floor in a pile.
you stared at the pile before calling out a greeting in hopes the devil had come. many individuals were terrified of the devil, they had created movies provided that it would scare the viewers, make them unable to sleep at night.
and here you were, summoning the oh so legendary satan.
you had waited a few moments before kicking the pile of ashes in aggravation.
"stupid piece of shit!" you shouted, stomping on the pile of ashes repeatedly as hot tears rimmed your eyes. falling down right on top of the ashes, you balled fists held up against your eyes. fatigue and depression were taking over your useless life, with only one purpose, to find the killer.
years of going to the gym, working out, making friends, being the one they called unbreakable was crumbled right along with the scroll that had burned into ashes.
maybe, if you left right here, right now, you could find them. somewhere up in the sky, up in the heavens. you slowly stumbled to your feet, pushing yourself up with your hands. walking over and grabbing the bottle of gasoline you had brought, you first doused the ashes and then the small area of the abandoned warehouse you were in. grabbing the matchbox from your front pocket, you lit the match as it was pulled along the red stone, making a gritting noise.
with not much care in your heart anymore, you flicked the lit match onto the floor and watched as in a matter of seconds fire raced through the warehouse, consuming the forgotten building.
your hands slowly skimmed the back of your jeans to find a small pistol that you had placed there earlier. pulling it out, you raised it to your head. giving a few deep and relaxed breaths, you gave a small smile and flicked off the safety. you placed your hand on the trigger and closed your eyes.
"now that's just plain disrespectful." a voice rang through your ears. your eyes popped open at the unknown sound, to see, surprisingly, a tall man.
you tried to say words, but your mouth was utterly dry from the heat and your skin was burning from the fire. even though it hadn't touched your skin yet, it was already leaving small burn marks.
"kicking the hol-- unholy ashes of the scroll, and then setting them on fire?" he raised an eyebrow, "tsk, tsk."
"what are you doing here? get out," you forced out a hoarse whisper. this man seemed unbothered by the heat.
he gave a chuckle that sounded dark and sinful.
"darling, I'm perfectly fine." he smiled, slowly running his hand through the tall flames next to him.
my eyes widened as I saw that feat, and realization hit me.
"satan," I whispered.
"well, actually, you can just call me hoseok."
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character slot : cerberus
taken by : @TiredStarKiddo
name : yoon byeol
nicknames : rose, byeol
age : 21
ethnicity : korean
she is quite a tough girl, looking for her mother's murderer. she often works out to become strong, her main life focus is figuring out who killed her mother. she is quite cocky, she talks back. she does not care for honorifics. often gets herself into trouble.
face claim : kim jennie
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