Sick Of It || BTS Demon AU

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"Sometimes you can't outrun your demons, so you might as well turn around and give them hell."

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Many humans expect there is something after death. A new life, perhaps.

There are humans who think there's a heaven of some sort, whether there's one God or more, while others think you'll be reincarnated after your soul escapes from your body. It's a beautiful idea really. The idea that after spending your time with the living, your soul will float into a world so peaceful you can hardly imagine it.

I know better, he thought as he stared into his next victim's eyes.

Those eyes, full of fear as the poor human was frightened to death, made him smile against his will. Even if his head told him what he was doing wasn't right, even if he hated how scared he made this human, he couldn't do anything.

This was who he was now.

"P-P-Please don't kill me!" the woman in front of him pleaded. A chuckle escaped his lips and he crouched down to her height. She had been trying to hide from him in the most ridiculous hiding spot. The closet. As if no one thought of looking there first.

It had only made it easier for him to find her.

She was crying now, her mind probably unable to process what was going on and who was in front of her. She looked so scared, so shocked. He loved it and hated it all at once.

"Shhh," he shushed her, putting a hand on her trembling arm, "don't cry. It will be over before you know it."

Somehow he still wanted to calm his victims down. He still tried to make this seem as 'okay' as possible, even though it was far from okay. He was going to kill her and both of them knew it.

"W-Why are you d-d-doing this?" the woman asked. "I thought y-you were nice!"

Next to the fear, she felt betrayed. He could see it in her eyes. It made him feel a guilty pang in his chest, but he ignored it.

Had he seduced this woman so he could get her out of the crowded club and kill her? Yes. Had he told her fake sob stories so she would open up to him and trust him? Yes.

But still. To him it was just a way of making this easier. Finding a woman at a club wasn't that hard with his looks and friendly personality. It was like fast-food.

He remembered the days he hadn't been able to resist the urge nor the orders from above. Those days the towns he roamed through had known only chaos and fear, because there hadn't been a single human he had left alive.

He sighed as the memories showed up in his mind again. He hated those memories and he was everything but proud of what he had done. Now he played it safer. He didn't kill towns full of people, neither did he kill children. The humans needed the children and he wanted to stay unnoticed by as many humans as possible.

"I feel so sorry for this, but I just can't help it." he spoke as he felt the pull become stronger. He couldn't keep himself from turning right then and there, which was also the moment the woman let out the loudest scream he had ever heard – which said a lot because he himself had a very loud voice.

"F-Fire!!! Go away!! You're burning the house down!! Shit!" the woman started screaming, trying to get out of the closet.

He was surprised by his own sudden transformation but he shrugged it off and turned to the woman, grabbing her by the arm. She let out a screech that could pierce a hole through his head because the fire was burning her arm.