00 : PROLOGUE
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During the Middle Ages the devil's appearance changed drastically. A sixth-century mosaic from Basilica of Sant'Apollinare Nuovo in Ravenna, Italy, shows the Last Judgment, and the satanic figure appears as an ethereal blue angel. This angelic imagery will ultimately be shed in favor of a more demonic appearance.
Many of the devil's cannibalistic traits can be traced back to influences from earlier religions. One of the first was found in ancient Babylonian texts—wicked demons named Lilitu. These winged female demons flew through the night, seducing men and attacking pregnant women and infants.
But there was that one Devil. With eyes of an eagle, temper as thin as the melting ice. His eyes narrated the story that his actions defied. He was the spawn of evil, the barer of the mastermind of the gloominess and hell. He was the birth of hellfire, erupting from the claws of Satan. The father regretted ever spawning him, for he was the destroyer of the future worlds.
The legacy says, he was the stench everyone loved to smell, he was the fear everyone loved to consume, he was the poison everyone wanted a taste of. He was the spawn of Satan.
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HIS ARCH
The decades passed at a woodworm's pace . . . sluggish and torturously. He waited and waited at the threshold of insanity, hankering for blood ― sanguine and impudent. He wanted it all, the scent of ardence, the relish of fear and stares of yearning. But none of them were as consummating as he'd envisioned his union with his empress. He wished to tauten the shackles of possession round her ankles and create a necklace out of the cruor marks around her scorched neck. He wished to drink her, taste her until his craving eclipsed.
The scarlet walls around him drowned him, he detested being in the clutch of his reality, he coveted more. He longed so much more than the blaze and anguish perdition had to offer. He needed an escape to the otherworld, even if it was with the excuse of summoning defenseless souls into the boundaries of his inferno.
"My lord." He clicked his tongue, his eyes unmoving from the ceiling which was as vermilion as the walls, as precarious as the air around him. "You called for me."
He stood up, the aura around the room shifting as soon as he was on his feet and the strapping fiends flamed around him in a manner only despairing souls could. He cherished keeping the dark graverobbers around him, they were the air he breathed. He esteemed knowing that some things were more incapacitated than him.
"I wish to leave. And you―Kim, are going to make sure of it." The stern servant nodded before exiting the room, leaving Hoseok to grin to himself. A malevolent swirl of sureness overtaking his head, the darkness pulsating inside of him.
He wasn't coming back empty-handed anymore. Never again.
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OTHER WORLD
"Elora, will you get the door for me please?" Mum's voice echoed across the hallway just as I put my shoes on and rushed to the sitting area and opened the front door. It was a monday and Jungkook was never on time on this day of the week.
And since we were going off to our very first camping trip today from the school; it was inevitable for him to be later than usual. There was an unfamiliar girl standing at my doorstep with a box in her hands and smiling warmly. I would be lying if I admitted I wasn't creeped out. I'd never spotted her in the neighborhood before.
"Hi, I'm Jennifer. I moved in the villa across from you, your new neighbor." I nodded in recognition before offering her a kind smile, "Welcome to the neighborhood, Jennifer." She extended the box towards me, "I made these as a peace offering." I took the box and peeked inside, it was filled with fresh cookies and my mouth might have watered.
"These look delicious!" I went inside, keeping them on the counter as my mum huddled closer, trying to get a glance inside, "Oh those look yummy, Jungkook couldn't have brought them, who did?"
"Our new neighbor, she's standing outside, I think she might be joining our school?" I munched a cookie in my mouth before letting out a slow hum of redress as the tasteful delight melted on my tongue. Fuck, these were good.
"Okay, well be nice to her so we keep getting delights like this. Now get lost, grab your stuff, you're already late." I chuckled as she hip bumped me out of the way to get to the cookies, "Yeah, we all know you want those cookies for yourself." I grabbed my bag and everything I needed before kissing my mum's cheek. "Have fun, darling." She kissed me back on my forehead before I rushed out just as a car stopped in our driveway.
Jungkook hopped out of the car and inclined against the door as I stopped in front of Jennifer. "You can catch a ride with us if you want." She looked doubtful at first but one glance at Jungkook and she was concurring immediately. It was no stagger; he was one of the most ravishing and kind―not to mention―clever guys from our school. If he wasn't my best friend, I'd be rolling for him too. "I don't want to be a bother," She added as we walked over to the car.
"None of us mind. You'll have fun if you stick with us, since you wouldn't have any friends yet." She looked appreciative perceptibly and I felt fairly great about this ordeal. She was a new girl and what better way to welcome her than offer her classic company.
But if only I'd known what I reasoned to be a mellifluous union of hearts would turn into a vehement clash of wounds―a foreplay to a nightmare.
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A/N: since on a random day i decided to rewrite few parts of this book and edit it throughout, you get a rewritten & much better prologue! the rewritten/edited version would contain a thickened, more concentrated plot and several more scenes and better writing (i hope). this book was my very first on this account and my writing skills have definitely changed and (i think) gotten better over time and since i adore this book―it's only fair if i do it justice and change things up a little!
thank you if you're sticking around and rereading or if you're new readers! hope you enjoy reading :)
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SPAWN OF SATAN ✓ [REWRITING]
Fanfictioneven satan prowls, but he's a lion on leash. the spawn dragnetted his queen and to reach all costs, he prowled to rule only by her side. note: this book is being rewritten and bonus scenes are being added. ©reephoria / completed