The Blood of Fate ✧ min yoongi ✓

𝐓 𝐇 𝐈 𝐑 𝐓 𝐘 - 𝐄 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓

CHAPTER 38 | THE GREATEST NIGHTMARE

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MIN YOONGI

I dream of a girl crossing over the fields of grass and bushes full of grown dark red roses, with the flowers in her hands, and what looks like blood in the other. Her hands clench onto the thick thorns, making her blood drip onto the grass. I looked at the once green and healthy ground beneath her feet as it all turned gray, withering away the life it once had.

I continue to watch, in horror, as she turns around and comes face-to-face with me. Her eyes did not sparkle like it used to, and a part of me stung. She looks down at the rose covered blood, "It's funny. The more you look at the world, you'll soon realize how much red there is."

"Y/N," I whispered her name, missing how my tongue rolled off everytime I called and out for her. I slowly walk towards her with my hand extended out, craving to touch her skin once more. "By the Gods, please tell me that you are real."

"Nothing is real, Yoongi," She exclaims out and twirls the flower in her hands. "Not even the Gods — not even Nyx."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Suddenly, I watched as Axel approaches behind Y/N and walks towards me. I step back a bit, seeing him swing a great axe in his hands. I try summoning my necromancy magic, but nothing comes out of my palms nor the floors.

I continue to stand back, but a harsh gush of wind passed through my body. Using my forearm to cover my eyes, I let out a few grunts and await for the storm to pass by. Then, the air was littered by smoke. I abruptly jolt awake, feeling the insides of my nose and throat burn. I snap my head above my arm to see Nyx once again sitting down on the wet stone floor with chains around her body. She stares at her bruised feet, her lips parted but lets out light breaths, and her eyes wary of life.

One of my arms reaches out toward Nyx— I just want to touch her—but her eyes gaze up to me. I flinch a bit, staring into her dark green emerald eyes.

I sit up immediately, my gaze razing around us. The room sets ablaze, and Nyx doesn't do anything but sit. I try grabbing her, but she flinches as my hand brushes her bruised skin, hurriedly scooting away from me. I stiffen for a moment, stung, just as she whips around to face me. Her expression is full of devastation and hatred, and I instinctively prepare myself for a slew of words that will surely feel like a punch to the gut. 

"Hell ran out of space for sinners to join the rest of the demons," she says. "So instead, they now roam the earths to drench the lands with fire and fill the dry ocean banks with blood." She remarks. "Is there such thing so called good in this world, Yoongi?"

I stand still, terribly unsure of what to say to her questions. I looked away, finding out that the stone floor was no longer beneath us, rather that it was blood. I gulp, feeling somewhat scared.

Y/N then appears behind Nyx and wraps her arms around her body, "Such a precious little girl." She says and places her hand on her chin, moving Nyx's face to face her direction. "A soul so pure, yet a mindset so haunting. She craves nothing but revenge, yet wants freedom from everything. Doesn't that sound familiar?

Y/N digs her nail into Nyx's throat, causing some blood to seep out. My heart began to pump, and I gulp. She looks at me with a smirk, "You've enjoyed her blood quite lately. Feeling nostalgic?"