Taehyung
What creates a monster?
Lucifer was an angel once, monsters are never born evil; they are created,
Once a person cross to the side of evil and commits the most malice acts, some of them cross to the final line in the point of no returning. And what else do you aspect of the devil?
He forced me to be the same kind of person he is, and I hate him for it. How long will it take for me to turn into him? Or maybe I've already became like him.
I have endured so much pain and suffering from him, exactly 5 centuries, 5 fucking centuries of being tormented, that'll make anyone lose their sanity.
My father is the reason for my insanity taught me valid things about life and magic but he made sure I learn how to be despicable. Being despicable is to be feared, and our world is driving by two important things, first is power, second is fear, and since I am Lucifer's son I have to be both. It became my speciality, I even developed a taste for it, inflecting pain on others, seeing how they suffer, they may not show it, but I could still tell when they hide their fear, how I can do whatever I wanted and no one can make me stop, there is law here too, we must keep civilians from killing each other; it's not fun having a kingdom and nobody to rule over, I don't act psycho all the time though according to my subjects a psycho is what lam, my reputation precedence me, it's hard for me to do something and not have everyone know what I did, it bothersome, People refer to me as psychotic, when they started to call me that they say it in amazement like they don't think anyone can turn like this, so I take it as a compliment.
Being the devil's only living son, means that I have to do everything that'll make him as proud as possible; to stay alive, my siblings all paid the price of having free will, Lucifer won't let anyone try to defiant him even if that person is from his own bloodline.
I am taking matters into my on hands, I feel enslaved to him, and just like any prisoner I want freedom. Not afraid what I have to do to get it.
He took me when I was nine years not even a decade old. I was an innocent kid I didn't deserve this, no one does when he came to take me from my mother and said that I am his son, I was delightful, I was thinking god finally answered my prayers, I am finally meeting my dad, of course my mother wasn't happy about as one can imagine, like he surprisingly grew a conscience and started to give a shit about his son whom he never bothered to come and see, he took me by force and my mother tried to do everything so he doesn't even come near me, he was much stronger than her, I still remember the way she fought him fearlessly, and he laughed at her, said it's cute that she thinks she can win, eventually he put his hands around her neck and choke her to death, I saw him kill her, he didn't care that I was right there. He cares only for himself and his selfish needs, if someone serves his purpose he gets rid of them. I broke down and sobbed, he told me she was holding me back and I am better off without her, with him I'll achieve my full potential, greeter purpose, she is just a mundane, he told me to look at him, and to look for something out of the ordinary, I thought he was talking nonsense, but I looked anyway, it took a while for me to see it, his devil eyes were bright red, then he mumbles some words, purple and blue glow came out of his hands I thought for sure I lost my mind, he takes my hand and tell me to go through the portal with him, I hesitated at first then I stare back at the corpse of my mother and look back at him, then enter.
I touch the scars on my back, which were made by Lucifer he claimed to help me learn faster, be better , these scares never faded, which is unusual for one I got them years ago, and I am a sorcerer, and that means I heal faster than most people, at the time I despise that fact, now I'm glad; scars mean I was hurt and I survived, and I'll keep going, till one of us kills the other.
"Your Majesty, your father asks for you to join him." one of the servants said.
"Tell him I'll be there in a minute. "I reply.
Lucifer wants me to be another version of him, he wants me to be just like him only Asian, he said earlier this week "You're proved to be time and time, how worthy you are of my name, my blood, you could be much more than what you're now, you'll have more power, more royal subjects, other than that man whore, that you adore so much for some reason, you cloud have more powerful subjects; subjects who'd worship you, protect you, I want you to make bargains with all kinds of different people, that'll grant power you didn't dream of even in your wildest dreams" And since then, every day he asks me to be there when he makes bargains; it's not like I didn't see him before when he's making deals, Lucifer wants me to learn how to set my half of the bargains, just like him. I don't want to be him, not like I have a choice in the matter, saying I don't want to do it is implying that what he does is unimportant, I've seen first-hand what happens to anyone who disrespects him in any way. So now I take off my casual clothes and wear a fashionable black suit, then I go to the meeting.
Three men were with my father, one is short and chubby, from what I can tell he is a lot older than me- it hard to know for sure anyone's age because hardly anyone age in this world, the other two seems to be around his age, they are taller.
I hear Lucifer's voice as I am walking "So kindly of you to finally join us, I was expected that you see this as something unfit for you." Lucifer hands me a drink, I take it and smile.
"Of course I'd join you, what would I possibly be doing that's better." I smirk.
"Good choice, now let's begin, your powers have manifested since you were a young boy, you're more capable of doing it yourself." he is right, I started to see and hear Shadows since I was young unlike my siblings they never been able to hear nor see them, I hear them even when I don't want to, a few people can see them and talk to them, like me, my father and my little sister Celia , I can talk to them about anything I want not just that, growing up I learned to like them, sadly dead people don't have shadows I'm thinking of all the people I lost of what I'd give to talk to them right now my Mother, my sister Clara, my oldest brother Atlantes and my brother Silvanus. after my siblings died shadows have became my closest friends, till Jimin came along, he met me when I desperately needed someone, he helped me deal with a lot of issues. I see light in him, that makes me wonder how bad can I really be if he is able to trust me, and he sees something in me worth saving, he has a bad side in him too, just his shows only when he is hungry. Not like me which is all the time.
I can see it in his eyes, I lived long enough to know that look, desperation so bad, he'd go to the pit of hell to get it. And I can also see regret, but the common thing about all the people who decide to make a deal with my father is that they don't believe it's what they deserve, they justify their actions as necessary, which infuriate me, I may be the devil's son and I am a monster just like the devil but I never deny that, the bad things I do and take responsibility for and I deal with it's consequences.
"I want her back, my soulmate, I got mixed up with some people who wanted to get back at me so they put her in a coma, I tried everything to wake her up, nothing worked, she has been in a coma for a century now, what happened was my fault, she didn't do anything." His shadow tells me.
He is naive, for someone as old as he looks, he think waking her up will be of any good, will it won't, in fact it will cause more damage than good, this is one of the things I deeply hate doing. the spell that was casted on his soulmate is black magic, it dangerous is it's unpredictable, when anyone tries to reverse it, mostly they're doing worse than actually reversing the spell, that is why the things that should woke her up didn't work, she is in a state of death, exactly like death, when she wakes up she'll most likely remember everything she went through there. My father knows everything there is to know about black magic and it's conscience and how to reverse it, but even with that they're still side affects that hard to predict, some of which are ones that for sure, and some no one knows they could possibly happen let alone predict it.
"I'll make a potion for your lover, tomorrow come at the same time if you still want it. I'll give you the instructions then." He nods nervelessly.
"Thank you. I don't know how I can possibly repay you..." He tries to hug me, I smile and back away. He'll have to repay with everything he has. His soulmate won't remember him, her memories are gone. She may be able to love him again but he'll hurt more than he is prepared for.
"You know the deal." I put my hand on his neck. "I do you a favour and in return, when I need you to do something you do it no questions asked." The poor guy sweats horrible. I release my grip on him. "Do you understand?" He nods rapidly.
I chuckle "Cute, you think a nod is enough. I want a word.If you can't say a simple word, how and I make sure you'll honour your end."
"Your majesty, I understand." He is still sweating. I glance at my father who nods in approval of my show of power.
"Good. Now you can go." He and his friends walk fast out of here. Such cowards, I went easy on them, if it were my father then they'll truly understand the meaning of fear.
He taps on my back. "See, son, you're already making me proud." He pause to drink then continues " Sadly your siblings couldn't be devilish like you. Somehow I didn't raise them as good as I did you."
I wouldn't say that, in his twisted mind, it makes sense he got it backwards. If anything they taught me how to survive him.
I swallow my sadness at him mentioning them, and smirk "I would never disappoint you."
"It's a good choice if you don't want to end up like them." My mind flashes to images of their dead bodies. Clara loved singing so her death was with poisoned arrow in her throat and her face was cover with blood , Atlantes and Silvanus tried to run away from him so he let his creatures hunt them so their bodies were ripped to pieces, they weren't recognisable.
I wanted to say something, but my throat felt heavy, and all I would say wouldn't help me. That is just his typical behaviour, he treats us as his heirs not his children. Our mistakes mean we are unfit, and if we continue making them, then we are his problem. Just another thing for him to take care of.
Caitlin
It was dark, despite that I still make out his face, and his devilish smile, the one he makes whenever he meets me, I don't recall a time when I met and I didn't see it on his face.
"You actually think you want nothing to do with me, well you may fool yourself, but you don't fool me." He said confidence.
He comes closer to me, I back away "you don't know shit about me," "what do you want with me ? Don't you get bored. Go away " I'm struggling to hold back the tears.
"I'm not the bad guy you think I am, I want to help you "I scoff
"Help me? with what exactly ?I thought I was finally free of you. What I need help with is getting as far away from you " my vision became blurry , I don't see anything any more, it was hard enough to see in the dark.
"What would it take for you to go away from me?"
"I promise you everything will start to make sense soon, you'll have to trust me "
"Trust you? All of this started the moment you showed up. I was a normal girl with a normal life, you came and took it from me, I was just little kid didn't understand how horrible life can be." My voice shake.
I wish I could see the expression on his face, the delight he must feel from knowing this.
"I am deeply sorry, deer Celia. I have never wished this. Even though you don't believe this, the only thing I want is for you to be protected." His voice is calm as usual, but his words sound genuine as though he has feelings as if the thought of hurting is something he can not live with.
Growing up I felt friendship towards him, now I feel hatred. How could I have been stupid enough to trust him and see him as a good person?
He takes a step closer. "Get away from me." I scream. I feel a hot burn from my face. His face becomes clearer. He laughs
"Adorable, Celia, you know deep down that I won't hurt you. Why else would you have call for me, and this wasn't the first time you did this." I scoff. That can't be true. I sense something wet on my hands, I look at them and I see blood.
Tears keep running. I feel him touching my face.
"I told you to get away." He holds me tighter then hugs me, apparently to him get away means get closer. "Why is my hands covered in blood?" I yell and try to push him back as hard as I can, and it's as if I didn't do a thing.
"You hurt yourself trying to connect with me. Blood is the strongest way to use magic especially for something like this, since you don't have any knowledge what how to do it your powers did for you."
"What you are implying is Impossible."
"In order to understand everything about the world, yourself, magic, you must silence your emotions, take full control of them. You are too emotional and this is why I fear so much for you. You struggle to see the bigger picture, dangerous creatures are looking for you, they always have, and I kept hiding you but you are getting stronger and soon I won't be able to keep doing it."
"I—Do—Don't Understand." He let go of me.
"Celia, This could be the last time I could talk to you. Don't be afraid I'll always keep you safe even when you don't want to, even when it seems impossible, you are my responsibility, I won't let anything bad happened to you, Celia."
"The only thing dangerous is you, you're the one hurting me."
"Celia, this was never my intention." He lick his lips.
"If you want me to believe you explain what the hell you're saying, I don't understand anything."
"Everything will make sense in time, my deer Celia. People like you and me shouldn't let their emotions rule, we are much stronger than that, we also can't afford it. You blame yourself for the bad things that happened more than you blame me, you think that you're cursed and will cause destruction for the people near you and this is why you can't let anyone truly in. These fears, Celia are just in your head, none of it are real, open your eyes to what is truly dangerous."
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I wake up, this is by far our strangest meeting. And he talked as if this is goodbye, which is what I wanted in the first place. His disappearance felt somehow wrong to me, I thought it was the end, maybe this is what I needed. Him finally giving me closure. I look at my phone, it's 2 AM. After that dream or whatever it is I won't be able to sleep. I decide to make a cup of hot chocolate and paint.
Since I had to go to therapy for a long time, I learnt to put all of my emotions and energy in a place where it wouldn't hurt me, it's a coping mechanisms. And it has become so much more, it's something I am good at without caring about anyone else's judgement.
I put music and hold the paint brush and in that moment nothing else matters. It's quite magical, the feeling of rush while painting and how proud it makes me feel when I am done, and when others see it and connect to it somehow. I am lucky to find something I am very passionate about from a young age, even though the reason I found it wasn't something pleasant.
I wonder how I can see these monstrous creatures and I can even feel them when they are near and they have touched me before, and they are not even real. It's still hard for me to swallow that they are made of my imagination.
V is charming and looks like a human for the most part but I don't think he is capable of even acting like one. He never physically hurt me, at first I thought he was my guardian angel, he looked the part without the wings, and there were times when I thought I was in danger and he showed up and I felt safe. Sometimes he shows for just moments and vanish but I don't know why he makes me feel better. However, now his existing makes me feel unease.
Today he said he wants to protect me and that I call for him when I need help. But how can I do that without realizing? And how can he say he always helps me? I have seen him using magic before... it makes no sense what he said. Could it be related to why he keeps calling me Celia? I used to tell him to stop and call me by my real name and he'd always says it suits me best, he never told me what it meant. I can't stop think of what all of what he said meant. So many unanswered questions, and no way of getting any answers. I most probably tiring my own brain for nothing, I could waste hours thinking about with no use, but I can't stop.
My hand tremble as I see what I have painted. I painted V without his eyes, he is sitting in a dark place with grey shades, everything around him is black, And he is red. I don't know if I should keep him like this or paint his eyes later. Looking at it makes my skin shiver, just like when I have seen him today.
"He looks sinful." The black paint fall from the table because of the voice. I realise it's my roommate.
She smiles " I am sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep and saw the living room light on." I laugh.
"I had a nightmare, and got scared because I thought..." She nods and hugs me. Her brown skin is warm, her hand brushes my face.
"What is it with us and not sleeping. As if sleep has been sucked out of us. " She says.
" I wish it would stop being a habit."
" So do I."
Lauren looks at the painting. I patiently wait for her respond. "I wish I could paint something so cryptic yet... still understandable. Like my sketches are mostly obvious, and when I try to but hidden meanings, it never works right. " She finally said. Her face is bright with joy as she analysis it. This is what I love, when people see my work even though it's the darkest side of me they can appreciate.
"It's great how you mixed grey and black, and added the boy's shadow. You didn't add his eyes because his identity is a mystery or maybe because he hides it. Since he is red that could be because he is criminal, devil like. The place is black and grey because he brings destruction where he goes." Her green eyes look at me for approval. I nod
"That actually was damn well good. You should be critic."
It's funny before she came looking at was haunting me, now I'm smiling and already have forgotten about the nightmare.
"We should probably to to get back to sleep now, we have academy today. Neither of will be able to stay awake during classes otherwise." I sigh and go to my room.