Call Me Sanghyuk
Description
Sanghyuk normally doesn’t feel many emotions. He taught himself not to after so long of harvesting souls, and torturing the corrupt ones. But he felt something when a soul arrived in the underworld, a broken one, beaten from his time on the surface, red and cracked. He felt something akin to pity, so instead of sending it away, to let the henchmen of hell do with it what they will, he granted it new life.
As a demon of the underworld.
Foreword
Leohyuk drabble I had originally posted on tumblr as a prompt request, but I liked how it turned out so I decided to post it on here, as well.
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