Jisoo, was doing good at being the great fallen angel, not until she was stuck in a deal with Death who required her to fulfill an ancient prophecy that involved transcending the devil's soul out of her human equivalent, Jennie Kim, who happens to b...
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+ JISOO
"Look at the angel above who has fallen to love the flesh...look at the angel above..." I kept murmuring the first two lines of the prophecy as i was trying to decipher it in a way that I can figure out the clue. I was back in my gigantic room together with Lisa who was using my laptop to search some popular haute coutoure that she will be recommending to her human and by recommending I mean hacking her laptop and arrange a customized order from Europe. What an invasive creature. "You should stop deciphering that, you are the worst when it comes to metaphors." Lisa decided to condone me while I was thinking.
"Yeah, like you could do any better." I retorted a stealthy look with my reply.
"You know, why don't you call that handsome dead man, maybe you could persuade him about what that means." Lisa frankly suggested.
"Looking for me?" A low thundering voice began to speak as we felt heat expanding in the room. "OH FUDJGLKE. CAN YOU NOT DO THAT?!" Lisa spread her wings as she startled herself, assuming she was more surprised than I was when Death suddenly appeared before us with his swindling hands on fire. "We do not do a burn the fucking house down entrance here. Lower those flames, handsome." She continued her banter while pointing a finger at the man with eyes of black holes.
"My bad, thought it might impress malevolents like you." He lightly apologized. I think Death found my fallen apprentice's reaction amusing. "I think our wings wouldn't be comfortable." Lisa retorted her disapproval.
Death darkly chuckled then quickly took his attention to me, "So how's the great fallen doing with her mission?"
"Haven't figured out a word." I declared with exhaustion on my tone as I jumped into bed with Lisa. "Can't blame her she's slacking." Lisa was with her annoying words again, so I threw a pillow on her face for that comment. "Shut up."
"Well isn't that the whole point?" The handsome dead man questioned.
"What? You're saying I'm supposed to not interpret this?" My mind were in shackles again. What did he mean?
"It doesn't need interpreting. It needs context, a context you still have to find." Death revealed.
Yet I was still confused, "I'm not sure what kind of con-"
"It's a story, you wingless mortal." The annoying accomplice quickly cut me off as her tone implied that I was dumb enough not to get what Death said. What a bitch.
"What?"
"Those rhyming lines is a story that's still not contextualized." Lisa added for my clarity.
"Listen, angel. The thing about prophecies is that you just don't randomly get one and fulfill it. The mission you were given will always have a personal connection with your existence. And as odd as it may seem maybe that's your unsung story waiting to be unfold." Death stated as his frightening dark voice started to tremble my bones. I should remind myself to keep a far distance since I was already vulnerable as a human being and if I happened to touch him, I'll be dead in a blink of eye.
