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                           ੈ♡‧₊˚ ﹔ 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

                        location: 제주도 (#𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃’𝟐𝟐)

00:40 A.M. 

      the night had been filled with a joyous atmosphere that couldn’t quite be compared to anything he had ever experienced; it seemed as if all of his friends had gathered in jeju to celebrate the best night of the year: halloween. kitae, of course, had a particular set of reasons to consider this holiday so enjoyable, one of them being the overall chaos and mischief that it brought. besides, it was an excuse to be himself, truer to his form and identity–well, certainly not this year, not dressed as a cowboy. 

      a few hours had passed since first arriving and meeting up with andrew to swing the expensive-looking lightsaber he had brought with him. he was fascinated by the creations that humans came up with, by their knowledge and behavior. certainly, everyone was there with the sole purpose of having a good time with their friends, getting wasted, dancing, or even losing themselves in the colorful feast provided by the organizers of the cursed island event, something that too piqued his interest. 

01:05 A.M.

      kitae would undoubtedly lose his cowboy hat many times throughout the night as his friend–or mostly his girlfriend–insisted on stealing it away. he didn’t care. he knew everyone around him was probably drunker than him, though that never stopped him from having a good time; quite the life of the party, he was. 

      getting called to work would be like the cherry on top of the cake for someone who had some deviances from his purpose within the last few months. but he heard them; he heard them right. fuck. this couldn’t be good. 

      kitae stood on the dance floor, semi-frozen in time as his friends danced around him, bumping onto him as the music faded and everything turned quiet. eerie, almost. 

01:10 A.M.

      time to move, kitae. time to walk, to get out of there and face whatever was on the other side of the door. of one thing he was sure of, whatever business they had with him, wasn’t something he could possibly involve his friends in. nor his girlfriend, for the matter. he leaned in close to her to let her know he was going out for some air, maybe a cigarette. who knew? the kiss planted on her lips felt somewhat bittersweet. while he had no interest in leaving her, he most definitely didn’t want to put her in any sort of dangerous situation. 

01:15 A.M.

      he finally started to walk through the crowd of people, headed towards the door. and while he was able to identify a lot of the people that crowded the place, others were complete strangers to him. regardless, they all seemed happy, perfectly content with their lives as they danced the night away. careless, because halloween was about letting loose. well, in his case, a turn for the worst–as a lecture from an ungodly creature awaited him.

      he smiled at a few friendly faces, like those of mint and gun, surrounded by friends in a livelihood that was expected from the pair; and jiho, spotted somewhere with a drink in his hand; even the ever so radiant sue, glowing, she was. kitae had her to congratulate for such an amazing organization, a mental note for when he was back, perhaps. 

01: 22 A.M. 

      the weather wasn’t all too mild, and kitae hated the cold. he always had. he heard them calling again, loud and clear and with a set intention. it wasn’t difficult to understand that he was in a bit of a predicament, nor was he foolish enough to believe he was off the hook. 

      he walked and kept on walking, and although he knew that taking his time was an offense to the entity that awaited him, he was incredibly stubborn. as expected. 

01:34 A.M.

      ‘it’s been a while.’ he speaks in a nonchalant tone while kicking the ground in a careless manner. while he was nothing but a mere disciple of baphomet, his attitude was aggravating. he knew he had it coming, perhaps for attempting to follow his own rules rather than those set by the almighty entity that stood before him. 

      nor human or animal, nor male or female. baphomet was all things, a perfect equilibrium of all opposites. most certainly able to grasp a deviant demon and condemn him for his wrongdoings. 

      if only you did what you were supposed to, lee kitae. 

01:36 A.M.

      though he struggles, there’s no fighting it, he belongs in the underworld much like those who came before him, and those who will come after. his future is uncertain, a blur. this fucking sucks. 

01:40 A.M.

      a disturbing quietness settles, and he’s gone without a trace. cowboy hat included. oh, how inviting hell is. 

      i’m home.

      this is going to be fun. 

to be continued…

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“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ” from deiji<3

                            ੈ♡‧₊˚ ﹔ question prompts for @killfor ​

      the evening had already settled when kitae woke up from his slumber, feeling all but well following the night before. he found himself questioning the reason behind his discomfort—far too unusual for a man like himself. perhaps he had overdone it. perhaps he was too weak to indulge in such quantities of alcohol—after all, it had been a while since his soul had been nourished. this couldn’t be good.

he sat up, looked around himself in confusion, bringing his palm up to his forehead before dragging the blonde locks of hair away from his eyes, a loud breath escaping him. ah… was this what it felt like? to be hungover and in despair? it was certainly a first for the demon, far too used to being immune to all that was considered human nature. shit. how long would it take him to feel like himself again?

although he had every intention to reach for the bottle of water next to the bed, his body failed him, accepting defeat, and just lying there as he stares at the ceiling, far too busy in his own thoughts to even take notice of the pair of eyes that were on him. the words caused his body to jolt involuntarily, quickly turning his head to find deiji occupying the other side of the bed.

a sigh of relief left him as he reached to carefully run his fingers through a loose strand of hair, watching as it delicately fell back onto her shoulder.

      ❛ i think i drank too much last night—ahh, how it hurts…  ❜ he dropped his head dramatically, peeking up at his friend through half-lidded eyes, a small smile finally appearing on his lips. 

he was starting to perk up. and all thanks to deiji.

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

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stamour​:

                           ꒰◌ ˚₊       starter for  @caelumscit​.   ―

❝   i don’t think i wore the right shoes for this,   ❞       love mumbles the complaint knowing that their company would be able to hear. the slides they had slipped into to meet kitae outside of their apartment building seemed perfectly reasonable for a “leisure night stroll” to pass the time until the city woke again, but as the pair trailed a suspicious distance behind a couple, the true reason for their outing becomes clearer.       the couple’s conversation could be overheard even at the distance, far enough to not raise suspicion but love knew it would be easy to overtake them; they were sure kitae had been thinking the same. the thought of filling their mouth and stomach with the warm, metallic liquid that they so desperately craved made love’s teeth ache painfully to sink into flesh right there and then–   yet, they still hesitated, the disturbed look on their face still easy to make out in the soft light of the streetlamp nearby.        ❝   i’m not really hungry, kitae…   ❞       they lied, pushing down the way throat burned for blood, hoping to deter the other from going through with his plan. 

      kitae’s eyes are set on the couple ahead, crimson hues visible for the evening—it wasn’t often that he had the opportunity to showcase them, and for that alone, he was pleased. it was freeing to know he didn’t have to hide his identity around love park, oh, what a sweet creature they were. as they walked side by side, kitae could feel the thirst within them, yet—there was reluctance. regardless of what it was that was holding them back, kitae wasn’t all too willing to back off. ❛ what’s wrong, lovey? do you want me to do the dirty work for you? ❜  he asked, the change in demeanor apparent as the couple gained somewhat of an edge over them. ❛ they’re onto us. we should hurry. ❜ kitae’s teeth dug onto his bottom lip as he kept walking in the direction of the couple, expecting love to follow right behind him. ❛ don’t worry… ❜  he turned his head to look at his company, a mischievous smile adorning the plump lips. ❛ …i’ll make sure you have your meal. ❜  he releases somewhat of a sadistic chuckle before he stops walking, all of his energy invested in getting_ inside their heads_. enough with all the chasing—this time, the prey would come to them. easy. he thought as he watched the couple unwillingly make it back to them, bodies trembling in fright.

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bitch!

                              ੈ♡‧₊˚ ﹔ @jejuian

     the word resonates within his mind. he’s caught off guard, speechless, one could say—ahn andrew has done it again. though his focus was elsewhere, he visualizes the model’s facial expression in his mind—a small game he had come up with. would reality match his expectations? ultimately, he looks over his shoulder with a curious smile. and there it was, at that instance, it was as if he had won the lottery. he spoke in a sweet-like tone, words laced with flattery, though he ends up releasing a sound resembling a chuckle. 

            ❛ yes, my handsome hyung? what can i do for you...? ❜

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art by slutfocate