Four Seasons | Taeyeon

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She swung her scythe in a quick swipe, as the black blood that glimmered foully on her favorite weapon splattered onto the walls.

She tsked in visible disgust and considered using her twin swords next time. Her thin twin swords would get the job done in seconds without ever getting dirty.

The blood flowed onto the wet mattress, already an ocean of nasty gore.

Seven down, one more, merely breathing, to go. Kei swaggered towards her prey, as it tried to move away with just half of its body, its insides rolling and scraping the floor.

“Why make a messy scene before your dead companions? What a miserable sight you are,” she hissed.

The demon, its eyes bulging, managed a few more inches further towards the window when Kei slammed down her right leg upon its head, keeping it struggling on the spot.

It made a screeching noise and cursed Kei just like any other soul-eating demons do at their death’s doors.

What’s the goddamn point? They all die anyway.

She angled her scythe to level its neck full of pulsing veins.

“Quiet now,” the moonlight entered the room with a deadly beauty as she whispered, “you wouldn’t want to suffer more than you already are. I wouldn't want to waste anymore time.”

She stared down at it, no mercy in her eyes whatsoever, and decapitated its head out of its’ wiggling body.

Seconds ticked, the shadows shifted, the gore turned to ashes, everything in the room blurred and turned to normal. The family’s life forces were seeping back into their rightful bodies and the book of demons wrote itself by the light of the moon.

The names always went on. Kei had hoped that by the time the book is finished, the door to her realm would welcome her home, but no. The book never seemed to finish itself.

What did she do that was so wrong?

Only then as the night quieted, and the chill settled upon the city, can she allow herself to weep for her fractured heart.

At this point, her only wish was to taste death and oblivion.

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“Man how are you still the top student of this school?”

Aaron leaned over my head, as I was trying to nap as if the classroom was my natural habitat. In several layers of honesty, this is actually the truth.

I never really had the chance to sleep at my apartment anyway, and as a top student I always got away with it as I selected my class as my go-to bedroom.

Suddenly something slapped the back of my head. Annoyed, I sat straight up and pulled my glare to Aaron’s stupid face.

“Dude let me get some sleep.”

“I know you recently got fired, I know you’ve been sleeping enough, you sick liar.”

“I’m still tired from all the new part-time job hunting, you, Aaron, have no fucking idea.”

“Hmm, true. I’m a rich kid.”

I grabbed my book and smacked his head back. And like always, he managed to dodge perfectly. Cocky bastard.

“What of your busking events, though? The girls love it. Why quit?”

“Mundane audience makes my music sound dull, my friend.”

I gave Aaron a dead stare. Those girls never really listened to my songs or what message I was trying to convey anyway.

They just watched because of, ahem, my charming face, if I am being totally honest and not feeling guilty at all.

Still, it’s nice to have your songs understood, and they didn’t.

“Suck up your vocab and use them in the books, I don’t need to hear it.”

“Yeah, since you’re dumb.”

Aaron looked at me as if I would regret what I just said. What a funny dude, he knew I wouldn’t.

“Dumb, but my fam who’s renting a coffee shop got a spot for you,” he said, smirking, “if you treat the Mighty Lord Aaron right.”

I lifted my eyebrows. “Oh?”

“Like we really need someone to fill in a spot since nobody else wants to.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Some… stupid curse… of the shop’s manager… but I swear it’s not true! Dude, you gotta save me and work there, please!”

“Hmmm, and why is that?”

“I promised my old man to get someone to work there for more than one month, so I can have my credit card back,”

Aaron dramatically got on his knees, “I, Aaron Kim, will be your loyal servant forever!”

I burst out laughing out louder than I expected.

“Did our roles just change?”

He clasped his hands around mine, and stared into my eyes like some of those loyal knights in the tv shows, “Lord Zion.”

“Pfft, fuck off, dude.”

I swatted off his hands and by that point, I couldn't stop laughing.

How are we friends? Good question.

Utterly stupendous answer.

Aaron just wanted to befriend me no matter how other kids gossiped that I was weird. And I couldn’t care less about making friends anyway.

One weird kid had somewhat caught the liking of one rich kid, who has quite a strange preference of selecting friends.

We seriously don’t match as possible friends to any sensible person, but whatever, it feels nice, and after years of Aaron’s non-stop behavior of following me, I conclude that it’s genuine.

“Fine, I’ll think about it.”