Under Noirwood | Vminkook ✓

Fifty Seven: Speech

A/n: 

hi!

I hate to start off like this...but.

Noirwood is coming to an end soon. not super soon, of course.

there's a lot more to write about these three demons that I'll see to write ;)

but Noirwood is already longer than Bannermen was, and I dislike when authors stretch out stories just to keep writing. I'm going to finish the series like I envisioned. Alas!

I hope you have a nice day. Thank you for supporting me. I'm thankful for all my readers.

love you,

izzy

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"He's doing great." Florian whispered to Eonjin on his side. The couple had entered the ballroom a few minutes late, thanks to a wardrobe malfunction. Eonjin had insisted on wearing a nice dress despite its difficulty to put on. Florian paid the price with his fingers, breaking two nails in the process of lacing up his wife's long, silk blue dress. "I knew he could do it."

Eonjin smiled at him, eyes locked on Jimin's form. Even if Jimin wasn't the tallest of the three demons, he sure looked it right now. His chin tilted up in unmistakable confidence, quite the contrast to his meek expression when he initially entered. 

"If Jimin can't convince the population to leave Noirwood like this..." Eonjin's foot bounced against the chair's leg. "Then I think the population deserves what they get."

Florian stifled a laugh. Now was definitely not an appropriate time to laugh, especially not about death. So many people in the audience were wearing black, in mourning of their unlucky family members. Kim Eonjin's blunt style of speaking might've been humorous in a cheeky way, but Florian held his breath. He lightly elbowed her fancy dress, urgung her to stop talking.

Meanwhile, Jungkook and Taehyung stared lovingly at the man elaborating on the podium, their attention unbreakable. Every syllable that Jimin's tongue rolled over held conviction. The message was clear; Jimin believed in every word he spoke and didn't sugar coat anything.

"Yes, that's right. I'm a demon, a long-lost race from the north that many of you are unsure of, wary of. Many don't know much about demons, and I'm here to tell you not to be afraid, we aren't evil. We are not devils. We will not heartlessly kill to reap your souls."

A few people in the audience still didn't fully comprehend the fact that Jimin was there. Skepticism flickered in many sets of eyes, refusing to believe that the old beloved Stone Prince was a demon. Women in the crowd pulled their children closer in their laps as if protecting them from Jimin's wrath. Certain men gave Jimin worried looks, as if they were afraid he'd hop off the stage and rip their throats out. 

"Some people in this room other than myself are demons. They won't hurt you either. They are normal, just like everyone else. They can love, cry, and eat. They get tired and they speak the same language as mortals. Everything they have done while they were humans remains pretty much the same on the other side. The only difference-"

"Is that you're killers! All of you!" A crazed man yelled out from the crowd. "I've read enough old lore to know that you'd kill a human in a second if it meant you got something out of it!"

Hushed gasps breezed about here and there. Jimin merely smiled, a patient effort to understand where this man was coming from. 

"Ah yes. The old lore...the books that speak of my kind as the rotten offspring of Satan. There were definitely some demons who existed only to kill, and I cannot deny that I used to know a few. In fact, the Park family was a clan of killers. The zombies that you see before you...my family collected their corpses over generations before the reanimation process took place."