WTF Did I Do

Running Home

This time when Taehyung goes home, there are no content emotions washing over him when he takes in the red scenery. It's oddly quiet and not even the screams carried by the wind are enough to stop the turmoil of his thoughts. The landscape no longer looks beautiful, rather the plant life reminds him of vicious thorns, stabbing into to the air on their violently purpling bruised bark, similar to the ones piercing his soul. The cold wind he usually take relief in feels harsh blowing past his naked skin. It pierces into his hypersensitive skin, cutting into the flesh like fresh blades, exposing him like an open wound. This is not a good place to be right now, Taehyung's magic whispers, cautiously edging the incubus on.
"I know, love," Taehyung says with a heavy sigh. "Let's go home." With a wince, Taehyung forces his wings to take flight, gritting his teeth against the ache that immediately intensifies with each movement. His magic lends him as much strength as possible but it can't do much. The unfortunate thing with being as strong, if not stronger, than the 7 is that strength like that attracts attention. And right now, Taehyung's soul is much too vulnerable for either of them to feel comfortable. It's not that he's worried about himself. He is more than capable of destroying anything with ill intentions towards him, but seeing at his soul is in tatters, he wants to avoid putting any unnecessary strain on it if possible. And he's not sure if his temper would let him stop once he starting killing something.
Just thinking about his battered soul sends a sharp pain through his heart. He almost can't believe it. His soulmate rejected him. Him, of all creatures. A harsh bark of laughter bursts out of his chest. He's the most sought after hellion in all of the realm, probably even the Zhealian society for those who know of his existence. And yet here he is. The might Chaos, running away from his intended who doesn't want him, leaving him behind with a torn soul. The absurdity of his situation forces another pained laugh out of him, leaving him feeling more bitter and angry than before.
A sudden burst of anger builds and explodes through him. Ignoring the pain of the tears in his soul expanding, Taehyung narrows his eyes, burning anything in his path as he flies low. He's careless, uncaring of what is caught in his hellish flames as he creates a path of destruction towards his home. Various agonized screams and shouts of panic fill the night air along with the acrid smell of burnt flesh and earth.
Unable to resist, Taehyung sends out his magic, letting the chaos and confusion below fuel his magic as it swarms down and desperately consumes every drop of magicks it can find. Even though Taehyung's not the one feeding, a similar feeling of fullness and hunger spread through his body as the red magic rips apart anything it comes into contact with, leaving behind dead and burnt plant life and dead hellions and wildlife. A breathless laugh bubbles out of his throat as the destruction distracts him from the pain, no less bitter than the last time.
He wobbles mid-flight before he's able to regain some control of himself, just enough to land ungracefully in front of the gates of his home. His magic, a deep and angry red surges back into its shattered home, making Taehyung gasp out at the sudden searing pain he feels now that the adrenaline from wrecking his surroundings is gone. Turning back, he takes in the black scorch marks leading a trail to the entrance, staining the red landscape. The ugly stain makes him feel a bout of satisfaction to see his emotions visibly imprinted into the ground. It also serves as a reminder. A reminder of who exactly he his, a reminder that a stupid human is beneath him, unable to even measure up to his index finger.
As if waiting for its cue, images of the source of his anger and pain return. The stupid human who decided to mate with him, the most powerful hellion in existence. The stupid summoner with the audacity to initiate an impossible situation, and then reject the most sacred link in the hellionic realm. How dare that human speak to him that way? How dare he think he's in any way equal to him? He really should have killed the bastard when he gorged on that delicious scent, squashed him under his palm the first time the human disrespected him. It would have saved him all the pain now. He should have done it instead of clutching his chest and thinking of throwing himself into his garden of blood thorns and letting them bleed him dry, until he doesn't feel like he's being crushed under the weight of despair. Then maybe images of his boy's pretty smile and adorable faces wouldn't blind his vision. Maybe his lips would stop tingling with the need to taste every inch of that delicious body, getting drunk on wine and chocolates. Maybe his ears wouldn't be ringing with those seductive gasps and moans that fall from those enticing pink lips. Maybe his soul wouldn't be in tatters from his rejection.
As suddenly as the anger came, it leaves just a fast, rendering Taehyung completely exhausted. No longer able to distract his brain, his mind continues its sadistic assault by bringing up memories of Jeongguk's hurt face. Unable to resist killing himself a little more, Taehyung opens his side of the bond, just a little bit, but it's enough to almost send him to his knees in front of the large doors.
Heaven and hell, it hurts. Hurt and fear and panic filter in at an overwhelming rate, making Taehyung choke on the sour emotions. Regret pulses through him and unable to handle anymore, Taehyung shuts the bond tightly. Almost immediately, the intense emotions fade, leaving behind the suffocating pressure of regret as he takes in the last interaction between them, letting Jeongguk's harsh words wash over him like battery acid.
"Stupid, narcissistic, selfish, pathetic humans," Taehyung bites out against the pain as he takes quick steps through the doors. The massive metal slabs slam against the wall by an invisible wind, bringing the previously busy hall to a standstill. The silence is jarring after the screams from his little rampage and taking in the gorgeous view of the party in his hall only fills him with more despair.
"Welcome home, Master, please come play with us" whispers around the room, cautious and wary and in that moment Taehyung wants nothing more than to cry, anger forgotten. He's finally returned home again after a long absence and he can't even get his head out of his funk to properly look after his guests. For once, the smell of lust and sex doesn't entice him and the idea of letting so many hands touch his torn and vulnerable soul leaves him feeling cold and unpleasant.
"No, thank you, my loves," Taehyung says, pulling himself up straight and tall. He spreads his wings and empties his face, reverting away from the smiling master they adore and into the unpredictable mask they've learned to be wary of. "You may continue, however, do not disturb me." Without waiting for their acknowledgment, Taehyung walks tall between the crowd to the stairs leading to his private domain. He keeps his magic locked inside to make sure it doesn't make contact with any of the longing magicks surrounding them. Even if these hellions are his, it doesn't mean they won't attack and attempt to take advantage of his current situation if they knew just how wrecked and vulnerable his soul is. And he really in not in the mood to deal with recreating the main hall to remove the blood stains and remains of his guests if they do. Though it could be fun.
No, don't want to be here. Taehyung's magic curls into a tighter ball, almost begging Taehyung to continue walking, to take them to their room. Unable to be in the same room as his guests without feeling the urge to rip them limb from limb, Taehyung forces his tired body to fly, letting his wings carry him the rest of the way until he's locked safely inside his room. The bed is made, this time replaced with white sheets that Taehyung immediately switches out with silk gold ones that remind him of Jeongguk's soul. The second Jeongguk's golden eyes appear in his mind, another surge of pain flows through him, his soul gaining another tear. Taehyung screams against the searing pain, desperately wanting to open the bond link but he knows that it will make things so much worse. For now, all he can do is scream and wait, alternating between wishing he could rip Jeongguk heart out, all bloody with his claws, and desperately wanting to hear his boy acknowledge those three words as his pain echoes across the wings of his home, forcing his agony onto his hellions.