WTF Did I Do

A Chaotic Mess

The second Namjoon arrives at the entrance to Taehyung's home he's hit with a heavy sense of agony that almost brings the hellionic leader to his knees. The emotion echoes in his head in a endless loop, like a horrible song stuck in his head, making the silver inside swirl restlessly.

Walking up the stairs is a struggle, each step getting heavier under the oppressing pressure emitting from the sealed part of the castle. Sweat drips into his eyes, leaving his hair in a dark grey stringy mess as the temperature increases with the hot pressure. Even though it's evening, the blood moon continues to light up the land like a spotlight, red and tempting.

He truly hates it. The color red. He used to love it, back when he slaughtered his way into the council and took his rightful place as head of the seven after eating his predecessor's heart before his fellow sin. However, now it only serves to irritate him. It is no less beautiful than before with its various hues, but it sets Namjoon's blood alight, making it bubble and boil in his veins until the violent need of his nature erupts, consuming his soul and his surroundings. Even now, as he forces his legs to support his weight while he reaches the top on the stair case, he can feel his nature attempting to bleed into him, to take over the silver of his soul, poised and ready to unleash at the slightest provocation.

Namjoon feels his muscles start to ache, dull pin pricks starting in his shins, but he refuses to stop. Large hands are balled into fists as he looks at the wilting garden decorating the entrance, frowning when he notices how pitiful the blood thorns look. Their shiny velvety petals droop, the edges singed and burnt as they curl in to themselves. Ugly black thorns erupt from the dying petals, overtaking even the stem with their large brutish size. They're absolutely hideous with sickly yellow puss oozing from the tips where they're split, a symptom of their starvation and owner's neglect. Shifting his eyes to take in something else other than the depressing sight, Namjoon grits his teeth and focuses on the task at hand: get up these fucking stairs. Normally Namjoon wouldn't even be here, feeling his annoyance grow at his present situation but it quickly turns into worry the closer he gets to the massive black doors.

It was an odd request sent to the council just this morning, to investigate the cause behind more than fifty hellions in debilitating pain for almost a week. Usually when a group of hellions find themselves in such a situation, it's usually the result of clan wars over territory and power, or one group playing mischievous pranks on another. If any suffering is involved then it's temporary unless the hellion(s) die. Even if the death tolls reach hundreds, the council is not brought in to interfere. It's just the way their realm functions. The strongest destroy the weakest and the weakest of the defeated die. But this is no normal situation. According to the request, sorrowful magic is stealing the life force of the surrounding hellions, twisting their souls and deforming them until their souls remain shattered. Generally, Namjoon would ignore it but even he could feel it in the council chambers. A wave of darkened sorrow and pain surging towards the council members, piercing into the souls of the seven strongest, attempting to pass the terrible emotions off onto another. The second the darkness touched his magic, Namjoon knew it belonged to Taehyung and suddenly everything made sense. The all-consuming pressure to relent and submit everything to the dark, to embrace the void even just a little in order to escape the overwhelming pain reverberating through their very core. At first the sins attempted to ward Taehyung's magic off with their own, but even Lust, Greed, and Wrath working together were unable to dispel the agony plaguing them. With little choice remaining, Namjoon left for Taehyung's immediately, opening a portal as close to his child as possible.