Deep Dark Soul

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"I'll do it." I said with such courage. I may look like one brave soul but I am the opposite.

Our town was invaded by hell creatures. They are ruthless, even beyond ruthless.

The king of these creatures instructed that one female member of each family must be taken and brought to their realm to be a slave. Funny thing is that the female must be according to them, a young and fresh soul.

Being born in a family of five, being the eldest and having a little sister and a baby brother and having a deceased father, it had to be me.

"No Y/N, You can't! Mom will find another way." My mom kept on giving me false hopes.

"Mom, the only other way is sacrificing Lin to them! You know we can't do that!" Lin is my younger sister. She's six. A six year old can't be sacrificed.

My mom looked so helpless. Me too. She sobbed and sobbed. I drew nearer to her and I hugged her crying form.

"Mom, I'll take care. I promise."










With a deep sigh and a thumping heart, I fall in line with the other girls who were sacrificed.

Looking around and seeing others who are years younger than me, I knew I made the right choice. Maybe not for me, but at least for my sister.

We walked near a door. The door of which the other end is the destination we all don't want to reach.

People of the town surrounded us. Families crying, others gossiping.

'That's Y/N? One of the most clever women of our town. Such a waste of her beauty and intelligence for all she'll ever do is scrub floors in there.' I heard one say. At least before I end up in a dark world I heard someone compliment me.

As I passed by, I saw my mom who was carrying my little brother and my sister who stood beside them. They were both crying.

I held my hand up in a from of a thumbs up. I smiled at them. My mom gave me a sad smile as response. I'll be fine, mom. I'll try to.

I turned towards Lin and made funny faces at her. She broke down into a little smile as she sniffed. At least I was able to see their smiles before I go.

I looked forward as I was the next one to enter. It's easier this way.




I didn't remember a thing. The last thing I recall is stepping into the door and poof! I'm here laying on this cold floor with a bunch of other girls around me.

Around the corner, I saw a little girl about Lin's age. She was crying.

One of the men went to her. "Shut up kid!" He was about to hit her.

"I-I'll handle her, sir. Leave her to me." The man looked at me. He retrieved his weapon. "Get her to shut up." I nodded.

I spread my arms wide to welcome the little girl. She looked at me as she slowly went to acknowledge my embrace.

I stroked her hear gently. "Don't cry. I got you." I gently whispered

She looked up at me. I smiled and wiped her face.

"M-my name is Jiyeon." Such beautiful name for a lovely girl. This place isn't suited for such angel. None of us are supposed to be here.

"I am Y/N. I'll be your big sister for while we are here. Alright?" She softly nodded.

"Settle down! The king is here!" Everyone calmed. Even so, I can still sense their fear.

A man went inside. He was beyond handsome. He looked so good to be true.

He may have had a cold expression in his face, he's beauty can't be denied.

He stood in glory. Kingship was tied to his aura.

His eyes fell upon each corner of the room.

"Worship the king, low-lives. King Namjoon." Namjoon, that's his name. I smell danger in him, as well as an unfamiliar scent.



Third Person POV
Namjoon smelled a strangely familiar scent. The scent he's been longing for decades.

He followed the traces of the scent and it fell upon a woman with a little girl in her embrace.

"No!" The woman screamed as he yanked the kid from her.

He brought his face near the kid's neck to see if she emits the smell. It wasn't from her. He harshly let go of the kid.

The woman immediately went to the poor girl.

She didn't mind that her shoulder brushed past the King's.

Namjoon smelled it. The scent was from her. "My beloved." He thought.

A centurion was about to hit his woman. He held his hand signaling him to stop what he was about to do.

"No one gets to touch you. You're mine now."


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Continue or discard?

I decided to cut it from here for it'll be really long if I'll finish it immediately.

This plot was from a reader. I consider the plots you give me but I change some parts up so it'll have more flow in it and to make it a genuine and not redundant.

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