✴illumination of Kerres✴

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Her lips and nails painted crimson red, and her cold heart tainted black, matching her beautiful, long and lustrous locks. She lived for the whispers of her name, the chilling sensation it sent to those who speak of it. She loved it when there was a sense of captivity and bewitchment in their tone, which was gone as quick as they slipped off, replaced by a bigger sense of fear and dread that no man ever want to encounter with. She loved it when she was in control of other people, and she'd laugh as their quivering and teary selves begged her as she pulled the strings on their lives.

She found amusement in the way they were so weak in front of her, and she feasted on their fears and torment, and drank on their misery and despair, like they were the world's finest wine. And most of all, she found a feeling of pleasure and satisfaction when she held the cold and heavy metal on her hand, a sense of thrill and excitement crawling down her spine as she release the trigger, sparkling like fireworks to her eyes, planting the harsh bullet on their skulls.

She was like the darkest of the night, the darkest of the dark, or, perhaps, even darker than darkness itself, and she embraced it and wore it like a dress. She loved  being under the luminescence of dark to the core, the strength and power she possessed under it, every last bit of it. She was blissful and more than contented with who she was.

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He too was clad in black, hugged by the coldness of dark. He lived and thrived in the darkness of the night, like a nighthawk. He was not much different from her at all. His presence sent deadly shivers down people's spines, his dark orbs, which was in contrast with his pale skin, reminded them of their deepest and darkest nightmares as they got pulled into the dark orbit of them, shaking in horror and too afraid to make one wrong move.

He loathed the treacherous,and those with ignorance and selfishness in their hearts, and he was especially disgusted by the manipulative monsters who were greedy and hungry for power, with no dignity or pride. He was never hesitant to end the lives of those irrelevant beings. He was like her in almost everything, draped in the same black linen, and blackened almost to the brim.

But, however, unlike her, who danced in the dark in pure bliss, he never found amusement or satisfaction in who he was or what he was. Unlike her who was too far gone down the abyss, her heart and soul too blackened, under the crawling of darkness on his skin, he was just an emotionless soul walking under the dark, no feeling in him other than apathy, none at all. None, except one, a sense of want. His last bit of humanity which was blackened every minute, his last string of want, for light.

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BtsJungkookxOC

GangAU

Warning

Profanities

Gang violence

Bloodshed

Blood and Torture

Drug Use

Sexual Violence

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Author's Note:

Hey guys, I'm new on wattpad and this is my first story here on wattpad, so I'm quite nervous about it, especially since English is not my first language. However, after reading so many great stories out there by amazing authors, I have decided to challenge myself. I apologize first for any of the mistakes that may come along the way, and I will try my best to put a great story that is worth reading and wasting your time. I hope you could all enjoy this unsure ride with me, and please leave comments or any advices because I will definitely need your supports. THank You!

P.S

This story is written purely and completely from my very own imagination, therefore, any similarities with already existing stories is purely coincidental. I do not own any of the characters that I have used and will use in the future.