The Devil

                                    

                                          
Requested by MarkShiki 
                          
A Jimin smut 
                          
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The world was dark, darker than the shadows. I looked down on my feet, seeing nothing but the empty abyss. It felt as if I was falling, and I wanted to scream, but no sound came from my throat. It was burning, like a fire inside that wanted me to extinguish it with something thicker than water. I felt the need of blood, the craving for something so sinful like a human's flesh. 

 Suddenly I was standing in front of a castle. The big doors were open just for me as I moved in the shadows. As if I was floating in the air, I glazed over the dark surface into the coldness that had taken over the castle. 

 I traced my hand over the cold metal pole that was holding up the ceiling. As if the door still stood open, I felt a cold breeze against my neck. The feeling, chilling me down and giving me goose bumps. I turned around, feeling how my heart raced it's pace, the door was shut close and no one was there. I turned around to the pole once again, only to back away. A figure, tall and black was standing in front of me. I couldn't make out the face, it was like a shadow looking strait at me. Faceless, nameless. I felt how my feet started to move, running away from it, down the hall and up the stairs. Further away from the evil that looked at me. 
                          

 I stopped when I came up the second stair. My gaze landed on a dark painting. I walked up to it, seeing the blood run down from the golden frame that held the painting together. My gaze moved to the painting itself, half torn between the three boys that stood next to each other. Like three shadows looking strait at me, almost faceless. I traced my finger across the tear between the three, only to jerk my hand back as blood started to flow from each brother's eye. I stepped back, my gaze still on the bloody torn painting, and I bumped into someone's hard chest. A sudden pair of cold hands covered my vision, sending me in to panic. A dark chuckle was heard behind me and shivers went down my spine. The hands were removed faster than they came over me, letting me open my eyes. Another figure was now standing in front of me. Still, this one was too faceless as it looked at me. The shadow walked closer to me, shorter than the one before, but more confident. I wanted to back away, but couldn't as if I was trapped. The shadow's hand traced down my neck, to my chest. I held in the scream that was stuck in my throat. 

 "You can't escape this no more; your smell is too sweet." The voice was dark and I felt how my knees started to fail me. Too scared to stand there as the shadow touched me, I started to stumble away. My heart pounded loudly, pumping out blood to my body. 

 I ran up the stairs, stumbling over and tripping over my own feet. As I fell down, my gaze was stuck to something that came falling down with me. A large, black feather. I picked it up, looking closely at it, feeling the softness of it against my palm. The soothing feeling made me smile, only to hear a roar that brought me back to where I was. I looked up seeing a wolf glaring at me. It's teeth bared at me as saliva was dripping from the mouth. I gasped as I stood up, ready to run down. 

 As I turned around, the two shadows stood there, in front of me. Eyes were shadowed, letting me see the smirks they had on their faces. Turning back to where the wolf had been standing at the top of the stairs, was now standing right by my side. Growling at me as I screamed and stumbled over. I crawled back up against the wall. My eyes grew as I saw how the wolf turned into a man, who's smirk was equal to the two shadows'. 
                          
I woke up, sweating like hell and gasping for air. I slammed my hands over my face, sighing in relief as I realize it was all a dream. I looked out into the empty room of mine. Sighing once again as I realized that I was more alone that what I thought I would be. The second night in this apartment, all by myself. I looked at the clock on the wall that my father had pinned up. 
                          
"Time's all you need in an empty room like this the first week." His words lingered in my mind and I smiled, only to half scream as my phone started to play a small song, signaling I got a call. I stumbled out of bed and to the end of the room, picking up the call. 

"_______!" I pulled the phone away from my ear as I heard her voice, loud and clear. 
 "What?! Hana!" I shouted back, irritated so early in the morning. I heard how she laughed before she excitedly started to tell me why she called.