Oh, the memories.
December 16, 2018
5126 words"They'd never lie to me.."
- k.nj'There,' a woman with pink short hair and in heavy armor utters out as the heavy sword in her hands drops to the ground, 'it's done.' she collapses to her knees, breathing heavily.
'We did it my love.' A man who also had armor equipped crouches next to her, cupping her face and gazing at her pretty yet tired eyes.
The woman in pink hair smiles weakly, 'Yes..we did.' She says and it wasn't long after when their lips connected for a long passionate kiss as the sun begun to rise ready to start a new day.
As the sky brightens up so does the scene around them become clear. As the two lovers kiss, their faces were hinted with bruises and small cuts- blood that came out from them already dried up. Their hair was a mess, their bodies completely drained, their armor at its worse state, but they won. They finally finished their task.
To exterminate the entire Jeon bloodline.
The Jeons were like the Kims, the two families had everything in common from social class to strength in power. One thing that set the two apart was that the Kims were granted their paths and gifts from heavens- the mighty gods from above believed they were the human's and mythical creatures saving grace. Granting them power no one could have. While the Jeons...they were the complete opposite. While the Kims used their power to give and protect the world they lived on the Jeons thrive for absolute order. They believed they were far more superior than anything on the planet since their ability was Death Magic.
Death Magic or Black Magic varies to whatever the user wishes. You could instantly kill one person or an entire nation in the snap of a finger, bring the dead back alive and you can mutate, alter, manipulate the living or the dead in any way you pleased. Manipulating a living person is harder since the breathing vessel has a mind of its own but what a user could do to go around it was to simply make the living believe that they are nothing. By placing false doubt that could lead to urges of self harm and worse, suicide. It is as close enough to becoming dead. As a living human feels such negativity towards its own self only then can they be consumed into eery darkness. Used as a puppet. There was much more about the power since it developed over time.
Such power was dangerous, it posed a threat to every nation, ruler, even the Kims themselves- who were said to be unstoppable like the gods.
The bodies of the Jeon family...they were scattered around the two lovers. The clouds above them were grey and gloomy, the landscape that surrounded them all turned to burnt crisp. Trees were dead and posed like sticks, green grass like tumbleweed-all brown and dry, the soil infertile. Everything was just dead. It was a realization that hit the pink haired woman for she was a Kim descent and a user of life magic.
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