A world that is split among three beings. The humans, the lowest of the low. Relying only on their stremgth and wit to survive on the cruel Earth on which they were placed. Least they turn to the devils that roam the darkest places, places which are hidden far from where humans reside. If one were to turn to a devil they would gain powers unimaginale, but loose all they held dear and close. Then, there are the gods. Who watch the humans below from their home atop th elargest mountain, laughing at the misfortunes and cheering at the victories. Watching as though Human life were a game. And now, thanks to Kim Jongin, it's a game against time. 

“No, sir, I am out to right my wrongs.” He said quietly, his hands delving into his bag as he searched.

“A wrong? What did ya’ do?” The elderly wondered as the boy continued to search, acting as though he could not hear the words that were spoken very loudly. “Did ya’ kill a man? Steal from a god? Oh- did yer bother a sleeping eriad? I hear dem girls don’ like just no man touchin’ them.” The crude man spoke before bursting into a long reel of laughter, the traveler having found what he was searching for and holding it on his lap as he turned to face the man who grinned, a grin that was lacking many more teeth than it held.

“A wrong much worse than those you have mentioned,” The traveler said, standing and making his way towards the elderly who had began to laugh again.

“Course ya did boy, course.” He gasped out, wiping a tear from his face, smearing a line of dust across his cheekbone as he did so. “Nothin can be a-worse than angering a god!”

At this the traveler laughed, holding out his hand that was clenched in a fist, “Oh yes, there is, haven’t you heard my story?” He asked, voice sweet and soft as it had been when he had entered, through his eyes had dimmed, no longer bright as they gazed upon the elderly.

“What story boy?” He asked, voice hard, as though demanding the young man who laughed now.

“The story of a man, who angered not a god, but a devil.” The traveler whispered, leaning forward as his fingers slowly began to uncurl, the elder's eyes growing as two vines of ink had began to climb the young man’s neck, curling just under his jaw as his lips curved into a smirk. “You’ve heard of me, right? The almighty Kim Jongin, the man the gods fear.” He whispered, fingers slamming upon the table as the stone in his hand burned bright, blinding the man for a moment before it faded.

When the light was gone so was the traveler, who had left behind none but a dripping cloak and a dead man, whose eyes spoke of an untold horror.

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↪ Human
↪ Dark past he is trying to fix
↪ Has a hand in dark magic 

↪ A devil
↪ Following Jongin
↪ Wants to be human desperately

↪ Human
↪ Wants to kill Kyungsoo
↪ Has hated Jongin since they were young

↪ A god
↪ Cares little for humans
↪ Takes pleasure in messing up Sehun's plans