Tales of the Sea and it's Inhabitants || ateez

2. SAN

magic isn't a cure....it's a curse

That's what everyone says. Magic is shrouded in superstitions, disbelief, fear, and discrimination. To be born with magic is an abomination. I am a demon, reborn into this world for the sole purpose of stealing lives. At least that was my parents told me and I proved them true. I killed them. I kill anyone who mentions magic. Why? I don't know. Do I feel remorse? No.

"Hey kid," a gruff voice calls.

"What?" I answer emotionless. I see a midget of a boy, probably the same age as me with ragged longish dirty brown hair wearing ripped jeans, black combat boots, and just a ripped vest that hung open. I could see his whole chest and abdomen. I stare at his ripped, lean and tan body, wishing I had that too but all I got is this tall, lanky body of mine that forces me to act clumsy.

"Come over here," He motions me to walk towards him. He mirrors my emotionless expression. Who is this boy?

"Do you wanna die?" I growl, feeling pissed off at this arrogant little man.

"Come," he orders. I roll my eyes but I do move my lanky body towards him. As I thought, he has to look up to me. I smirk, I can take him. Then he reaches out his hand towards me.

"I'm Hongjoong. Let me give you a purpose," he says softly. I am stunned. This is not what I was expecting. I blink as seconds pass.

"Why?" I whisper, still not believing my ears. His lips curl up in a little smile.

"Because you deserve to live." No one has ever said that to me. I look into his eyes to see if there was any mockery. There was none. Slowly this boy melts my cold heart. I take his hand.

"I'm San. Show me this purpose."

[TO BE CONTINUED....]