Beautiful Darkness
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And when his eyes landed on the baby –his everything, the baby girl he would see grow up and die like in every lifetime, the daughter of the Phoenix, his princess, his light, his damnation– he realized why Barukh wanted him to leave.
The baby in her arms was a boy.
"Who are you?" I asked, watching his every move.
Yes, he saved me. But his eyes -his eyes were the ones I saw that day on the lake, the ones pulling me down, then up.
I couldn't trust him.
"I'm afraid of the dark. I always have been."
“How?And why? What did we ever do to him?”
He finally takes his eyes off the fire and looks at me, eyes narrowed.
“Think, Kyuhyun. Khosekh takes lives, but only to get the souls of the living. I cannot die, so my soul is forever within me, and even though you die your soul always manages to escape him and take another host.”
“And why would he bring us together?”
His eyes avoid mine, but I can see the muscles of his jaw tense and a frown marring his handsome face. He stays quiet for a moment before speaking.
“To destroy each other.”
“I hate you! I don’t see how I could ever fall in love with you! You are such a selfish jerk who only wants to free himself from being tied to a clueless boy!
I am not your light! I am not one of those dumb, love sick reincarnations! I am Kyuhyun, and I can think for myself. For all you know, my soul could be as bright as the one of your girlfriend –and my appearance can only be a coincidence! Who can’t say if I am merely another of Death’s tricks!
And even if I was, you can be assured: there won’t be a next life for me when I die –whenever that happens. Because this time, in this life I.don’t.love.you. How could I ever fall in love with you?”
She was truly beautiful, like her soul twin.
But she was the soft sunrays, the gentle warmth, the beautiful peace. Kyuhyun was the burning flammes, the violent heat, the stunning chaos.
Pairing: Siwon/ Kyuhyun (other pairing wills be introduced later on)
Genre: Fantasy, Supernatural, Romance, Friendship, Angst
Warnings: Yes, I actually have to enumerate
1. A lot of religious stuff mixed with mythology, lots of symbols and lines blurring together to explain this messed up reality I'm creating right now.
2. Like three or four languages involved? (translation will be given)
3. Expect appearances from other groups (mostly from SM, but from time to time you might see someone from another company)
4. There are like two or three prologues? And the characters's names are like, super weird because everyone (or almost everyone) is gonna have this ancinet name with an important meaning to it -but don't worry and start flipping tables (I THOUGHT THIS WAS A WONKYU FANFIC WHO THE HELL IS TOHU? WHAT IS A TOHU ANYWAY?!!), I will tell you who is who
5. ^So I might be lying on that -BUT just for like a few times throughout the fic. And in the end you'll know who is who, anyway.
6. Don't expect Siwon to be all lovey-dovey with Kyu -it's not gonna be love at first sight, that I can tell you
7. So, this lis like the first part of the Chacyd Shomer Chronicles (I will explain what that means in the glossary because yes, a freaking glossary it's needed for this monster of a fic)
8. I don't have a beta reader so yeah, grammatical mistakes and all that jazz are more than likely to be present. /shrugs/ Sorry?
Foreword
Principium Finis
The soul in between his fingers is beautiful and stunning, just as he imagined her to be.
Instead of the silver ribbons with thousands of limbs resembling the finest thread, she is like a little ball of sunshine. The feather-like extremities attached to her body shine so brightly, like sun rays in a sunny day, is almost impossible for him to maintain his gaze in the tiny creature. But his violet eyes stay there, because he has been waiting millennium to capture her, to have her in his hands, to kill her.
She squirms in his hands, trying to escape and find a host. But he won’t let her go. Not this time.
With one hand holding the tiny soul, the other reaches out to grab his falx foenaria. When his fingers are tightly wrapped around the wooden shaft, the snaith, he releases the soul.
She’s already moving through the air with her feathery limbs by the time he swings the scythe in her directing in one, clean sweep.
Time seems to stop for a moment for him. In this instant, he sees three things. First, she’s cut in half in less than a second, extremities reaching out to connect the two halves. Second, there’s a very noticeable dent in the blade of his scythe, exactly in the place where the blade cut the soul in half. And third, the soul does not dissipate into dust, as it should do. Instead, the two halves keep moving –this time in different directions– and go on as if he just didn’t slice it in two.
He stands frozen for a minute –taking in what just happened, watching the souls disappear into the night until all that is left is him in the darkness.
Then all hell breaks loose –
Sicham wakes up gasping.
“No,” he whispers, horrified by his vision. “No nonono, it can’t be, no!”
Besides him, Yafeh reaches out to caress his dark locks to ignore the stinging in his eyes.
Sharm, the oldest of the three, gets up from the warm sheets they are tangled in, only given away by the rustle the silk sheets make.
He is silent on his way to the fountain placed in the middle of their chambers, the only sound heard is the echo of his bare feet when touching the cold floor. The sound falls in sync with Sicham’s whimpers and Yafeh’s ragged breathing –and the sounds are killing him, testing his strength and his crumbling will. Sharm wants to curl up in a ball and simply give up on life and to stop dealing with this that comes with being a ing Charis.
But he is the oldest, the strong one. He doesn’t get the luxury to break down and cry and be weak, like his younger brothers.
So by the time Sharm sees his reflection in the fountain (tense shoulders, beautiful face, stoic expression, knowing pained eyes), he simply submerges his right hand into the cold water.
“Show me,” he requests to the water. He asks to see images that will break him, that will completely and utterly destroy him.
Because no matter how many visions he has seen, the ones that involve the daughter of the Phoenix are the most painful.
The ripples disturbing the water before he touched it intensify.
A minute later, he sees the soul of their dreams. The soul he knows so very well to the point where he can remember exactly how every single limb looks like. But in the fountain there are two. The souls.
They’re still looking for a host, traveling through time and space.
The image of two suns moving through darkness disappears only to be replaced by a two kids. One is a beautiful girl with blond locks and honey eyes. The second one is a gorgeous baby with brown hair to match his chocolate eyes. And inside them both reside the souls.
These two kids are two parts of a whole.
“Hyung,” starts Sicham behind him. Yafeh is also his hyung, but they all know the youngest is referring to Sharm. “Hyung, c-can we do something? She –he, I mean, they don’t deserve this…”
Yafeh stiffens besides him, hands still tangled in the soft tresses. “Sicham, you know –”
“You know very well who we are. What we can and cannot do,” Sharm hisses, eyes blazing with fury.
Sicham cowers in Yafeh’s arms, sobs wrecking his body.
Both Yafeh and Sharm love Sicham more than anything –he is the youngest, the brightest, the one with a pure soul. It’s a rare occasion when Sharm dares to snap at him. But the memory of who they are, what they can’t do hurts. It’s excruciating to see the events of the future, but being unable to change a thing. It’s a curse, more than a gift or an honor.
But they are the Charites and as such, they are confined in the temple. Forever venerated, forever guarded, forever isolated.
Principium Finis - The beginning of the end in Latin
falx foenaria - scythe in Latin. The snaith is the wooden shaft
Charites - The Graces (Ancient Greek, I think). In Greek Mythology, the Graces were the minor goddesses of charm, beauty, and joy. In this fic, instead of goddesses, the Charites are going to be male divinities. Each of them actually belongs to a different group, can you guess who is who? I'll give you two important hints: 1) SUJU, DBSK, SHINee and 2) beautiful
Sharm - Hebrew word for "Charm"
Yafeh - Hebrew word for Beauty
Sicham - Hebrew word for Joy
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