𝗝𝗲𝘂 𝗱𝘂 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗴 (𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 )

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"I was hoping that you might be able to help us, after all we are on the same side from some point of view."

Yeosang raised one of his eyebrows. He was not really surprised that the king asked for their help.

Rather, he was waiting for this question, to start his own dark game. The shadow men knew that the king was known for taking advantage of others, but they were not so simple, it takes a lot to outdo the shadow men.

Many thought that they have proven themselves to be stronger, smarter or more powerful than them, but no one actually was. They all just became marionnettes of the shadow men, following their lead even in countries with leaders.

"On the same side?" he asked, grinning condemningly at him. Hongjoong soon realized that they didn't believe a word he said.

"Well, you kill the monsters while we try to get rid of them." From Hongjoong's perspective, he already had their support.

Of course he respected the shadow men, but no one was above himself. He had this confident look on his face, his eyes radiating negative energy. He leaned slightly forward, but Yeosang stayed where he was, as oftentimes a bored look on his flawless face.

The high laughter of the shadow man on the couch broke the short silence. He laughed at the self-confidence the king radiated, at his ego which, according to Wooyoung, was far too high in his judgment, and at how ridiculous he looked while saying this and leaning forward as if he had them on his side.

But while he was making fun of him, the others found this comment more than just inappropriate, even insulting. But as always, they avoided their own instincts and reactions. Over the centuries, they learned to "discipline" themselves, which is really just a facade of trying to be unemotional.

They all had their own ways of hiding how they really felt, but Wooyoung and Seonghwa stood out. Wooyoung was an open book, he couldn't stand still for long. When he was in training they taught him to never show his true feelings, he showed how different he was.

The ideal was to appear emotionless, but Wooyoung became rather sarcastic instead of emotionless. Seonghwa is the oldest of them, but also the one who looses his temper the fastest. However, he couldn't really help it, because it's all up to his ancestors.

"Interesting point of view" began Yeosang, he was slightly amused by Hongjoong's words.

"But we don't hunt monsters, we make sure those who only want bad things can't do any harm." This time it was Yeosang who leaned forward and looked him straight in the eyes.

"That's why we don't restrict ourselves to night creatures" again he didn't threaten him, just warned him.

But Hongjoong was not one to submit. He would rather look death in the eye or shake hands with the devil, he even did give his soul to the gods but he would never let anyone stand over him. Even if that person made him tremble to the bone.

"Who knows, maybe that's why nobody wants to welcome you, because you destroy the balance between good and evil." The king knew how provocative these words were, but he had to show them that in his presence they were no stronger than he was. Even if his way of thinking only seemed like a joke to them.

"Isn't it ironic how you see yourselves as heroes when you take the lifes of others?" the smile disappeared but his eyes still radiated his confidence.

As much as Yeosang hoped that these words would not affect the others, he could not ignore how black mist formed in the dark corners of the room. In the corner of his eye he could see the oldest one. His hands were clenched into fists and his chest was slowly but heavily rising. He tried his best to stay calm, but Seonghwa did not have it easy. Inside, he was screaming, imagining how he would rip the king's head off and disfigure his body, but these thoughts only made everything worse.

The black fog slowly took over the ceiling and walls, the window had long since been covered with a thick carpet of the mist. The guards in the room began to tremble slightly.

They often heard about those moments when the shadow men pulled you into the thick fog and killed you there. It was cold on their skin of their necks, but at the same time it burned them like fire. Hongjoong grinned, but this time he did so triumphantly.

Had he won this little 'game'? At that moment yes, but under the feeling of triumph and power he didn't realize what danger he had put himself in.

"So you want our help? The help of the oh-so-evil one?" Wooyoung got tired of this back and forth.

He knew that Yeosang often got entangled in these, as he hated to loose, but it was just wasting their time.

"What would be the benefit? We would waste energy and time, give us a reason to do this." he stood up and made his way to the king. He stood beside the desk and leaned on it.

The king grimaced, he didn't like at all how close the shadow man was to him.

"Of course, I would also offer you something in exchange. I'm not just anybody, I'm Obsidian's king," he emphasized his title again, whereupon the tallest man in the room rolled his eyes.

"If you help us, I will make sure you are welcome here in Obsidian. You can come and go when and how you want, walk the streets without being seen as danger. You could even become Obsidian citizens, if you wanted to." San and Jongho tried hard not to look surprised, it sounded like a dream.

So close and easy to grab. The shadow men didn't need to talk, because they knew that this had been their dream all along.