Seduction || Vmon

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A barrage of shattering glass reverberated throughout the dome. The endless cracks continued to surround the area of impact. It continues until the entire dome is a clear mosaic of broken glass. Two angelic figures worriedly rush to the dome. Their armor gently shook as they approached the source of the powerful winds. Large white wings stretched out of the archangel's back. A blinding light enveloped the god-like Angel.

"Archangel Namjoon!" one of them yells concerned for their senior. They tried to fight the gusts of winds, but they were unable to. The unfortunate little angels were up against raw, untouchable power. Soon the unforgiving light unfolded like a blanket covering a scared child. Sending ear-piercing vibrations across the heavens.

Even in the distant room, he could feel it. Despite knowing everyone is in fear, the vibrations that cracked his body was hope. "Namjoon," He closed his eyes, relishing in the numbing pain. "Your Hyung can only help you this far."

Slowly he picked himself off the floor. He used all his power to open the doors he has stared at for too many long years. With only himself as company in the cold room. He trudged his stiff body throughout his palace. His home that trapped him. Whether it was pride or pure anger that pushed him to use every last of energy and essence to enter another room. A room that contained a statue that held a set of dark and ominous wings. He smiled at the statue weakly, "Hello, old friend."

Using the very last bit of his will power he gritted his teeth. Summoning a long silver magnificent sword fit for a god. With both of his cracked hands, he swung the blade directly at the kneeling statue. Watching as it crumbled beneath his feet

As if the whole moment was in slow motion, Jin looked at the walls surrounding him and the statue. Mirrors surrounded the whole room. Jin stared at his reflection meekly as the black wings attached itself to him. The wings selfishly covered the scars of his once wingless body.

Cracks ceased to form on his body. Only for his body to slowly turn to stone marble from his feet up.

'Quickly, before it's too late' he said to himself. He gripped the blade and forced the very last bit of everything into the weapon. The blade was turned to dust

'Finally, the deed is done.' he told himself reassuringly.

The marble started to slowly trail up his shoulders then to his neck. Jin's body began to stiffen.

With regret for many things, he felt pity for himself and everyone else.