The Blood of Fate ✧ min yoongi ✓

𝐒 𝐈 𝐗 𝐓 𝐘 - 𝐒 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 𝐍

CHAPTER 67 | WHATEVER IT TAKES

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YOU

With my sword in hand, I yanked my arm back. So far, I've gotten rid of the majority of the castle's inhabitants. My body tingled with the fragrance of their blood, giving me the goosebumps. Everything smelled sweet and bitter at the same time—love and hate. My nose was soiled by the bittersweet odor, and I'd already taken as much blood as I could. I felt it coursed through my veins, empowering me with their negative emotions. I looked down at the man I'd just murdered. His breathing slowed, but his gaze never strayed from me. He seemed to be studying me before returning to the Lifestream.

Before his chest eventually collapsed and stopped, I just stood there, making eye contact with him. I watched as his black iris eyes rolled back and his blood drooling from the corners of his lips.

After then, I heard a scream coming from behind me. With my sword, I deflected his attack and pushed him back. With enough strength and force, he fell in a puddle of blood after stumbling from the bodies behind him. He lets out a yelp and shakily looks up at me. I approached him, dragging my sword across the stone and metal, which generated sparks. In terror, he scoots away, hurling daggers.

I crooked my head to the side a bit and avoided them. He screams and shuts his eyes, "Please! Don't kill me, I-I'm begging!" He cries out. "I'm not ready to die!"

"A wish must be fulfilled," I responded and raised up my sword. His eyes widen. "But not yours."

"No! Please—!" He screams out before my blade meets his flesh. He vomits out blood and his body drops, curling a bit before his soul was let loose. With the darkness, I was able to grasp onto it and absorbed his spirit.

Pain overflows my nerves as my body began to crack like glass. I looked at myself with the reflection off my sword. My breath shivering and my eyes glowing brighter than the stars.

"Purebloods were created from wrath, not love. Yoongi is no different,"

The Darkness spoke, it's voice rumbling in my ears.

"However, you were created by a wish. A wish made by the God of All Creation. Your only fate and duty is to carry out what your Lord asked for. You were summoned, not born. Nothing more, and nothing less."

I was emotionless. This time, I felt nothing, unlike the numerous millennia that I've lived and died only to wake up in another timeline. Perhaps my subconscious has finally realized that I have no more ways to disobey. It was all a blur. I had the impression that additional hands were directing my motions. Where to run, swing, and murder. I lost control once again.

I said, "My responsibility is a wish—a wish found deserving of its utmost priority. Janus blew the horn at his own creation, and used his weapon, Armageddon, to roar out what needed to be heard."

"The world is bleak, egotistical, and brutal. Even if it finds a ray of sunlight and a pure heart in someone, it will always find a way to destroy it. And then, the world is cold once again."

The darkness answered.

"The Star has fallen. Its light finally dims. The moon. . . twisted."