A clank of the bell sang through the silent atmosphere as she stepped in. Silvery white strands of freshly trimmed hair hung around her face brushing her jaws slightly. Raising her gaze, she looked forth to reveal a pair of same-colored lenses like her hair. Stepping through the warm attire of the Chinese bistro, she was welcomed with the sweet and savory aroma of chili oil and hand made noodles being soaked in the broth.

A cleaver being smacked through chunks of meat could be heard in a distance.

The figure reached her hand forth and struck her fingertips over the table bell leaving a ding to waft through the void.

"Just a minute" A man sang from inside running out towards the main counter wiping the blood off his hands. He hurriedly grabbed the pen and pad to write down the customer's wish.

"The regulars with more spice less sweet, fire stir fry with mushrooms and beef and a dash of chili oil" The raspy mellow voice spoke while she seated herself on the seat forth. The said left the guy to halt his hand from writing the order down he placed the pen and pad down and looked forth at the person.

There could be no way for this order to come in now. At least not after her death. This unique selection of ingredients, he never found another one to place such an order except her....

"OH MY GOD-MASTER IT'S YOU-... I ALMOST DIDN'T RECOGNIZE YOU WITH THE HAIR AND-" He squeaked putting his hand over his mouth staring at the girl with wide eyes. Venom perked a brow tilting her head peering forth at the guy unamused.

"OH MY-...Y-YOU ARE ALIVE, I-I HEARD ABOUT YOUR D-..." He blurted out not able to still believe the girl was alive and in front of him.

"Death? So? You believed it?"

"Of course, not Master, no one can dare to do that, I am just so happy to see you, I knew it was all a lie-...

"I'm hungry, Hwang"

"I will ready the food right away" The old man skipped in happily running on his same old tired bones now as if he was no older.

Venom looked around the same interiors of the bistro knowing better what lies behind these plain walls.

It wasn't long when she stepped through the west dark wall with auburn serpents engraved sliding the hidden doors aside, she followed the old man after. He turned the lights on illuminating a stair case that went deeper, the two walked down until they reached the basement. A room with twelve walls holding its foundation. Each wall held one of the animals of Chinese years engraved in it.

"It was locked for over two years now since you were gone, Master, I had new upgrades but of course they remained here not able to serve, I hope you would like something out of them"

Venom walked forth to the middle of the room while the man bowed and left the room to its owner. Her personalized weapons always came out of here each with her initials carved in them already. Specifically made out of the toughest ores and perfected with hot strikes, each blade held its own beauty. Walking forth towards the weapons arranged in front of every wall, categorized with their qualities and specifications. She stepped forth to the one with a serpent that seemed to be bowing down to the seer and presenting its jewels.

Blades, knifes and daggers of all sorts. Of course, one of her favorites. Venom dragged her fingertips over the cold metal feeling a dark adrenaline push itself through her veins.
Until a memory ceased her touch.

Flashbacks~

You love it don't you? Marking toys, bleeding them and killing them slowly. He twirled a very familiar blade of hers in his hand keeping her pressed into the mattress below.

I kinda developed a taste for that too. And you happen to my most favorite prey out of all. Inferno had pressed the metal against her neck cutting through skin marking her just like how she used to do to her preys.

The memory left Venom to reach a hand to the side of her neck and touch the distended skin exposing a small root like scar. The feeling of the remains of that memory engraved on her existence left her to pull her hand away from the blades and kick the table down hurling once loved metal away from her.

Her breathing grew heavy with the flashbacks coloring the walls of her consciousness. She turned away from the serpent bowing to her and walked away. Breathing in and out to relax her triggered senses, she closed her eyes and exhaled trying to lower the bubbling anger inside her.

"I have sworn to myself that I will take away your Sarang from you Kim Taehyung, and I promise you, you will not find anything directing you back to her"

"Nothing at all" She exhaled and opened her eyes to reveal the concealing piercing white lenses hiding those hazel suns. It seemed like a never-ending winter froze the warm islands.

The stare that felt intimidating before now felt deadly brutal, cold and icy.

Her gaze ran around the twelve walls looking through the fierce animal engravings and weapons showcased in front of them until her gaze stopped at the lion standing head held high and ruby eyes full of anger staring back to her.

She walked forth treading her steps closer peering down to what he had to offer. No wonder there was a lot to chose from but nothing amused her much except one.

Destroyer.

The engraved word on its shiny metal surface earned her attention. Cold as ice and hard as rock, a steel baseball bat with a black handle and her initials rested over the table. The girl reached her hand forth to it grabbing a hold of it and pulling it close to herself.

The weapon was simple but there must be something that its named destroyer. Venom curled her hands around the handle and pulled it in action. Swinging it across at the same lion stone engraving, she hit the target with force leaving a deep tear in the wall distorting its structure while deep cracks crawled out of it spreading across the wall.

"Smashing a few skulls could be a nice workout hm" She swung the bat around. A satisfied smirk kissed her face with all the thoughts of causing a chaos with her new weapon enlightened her conscience.

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It was the late hours in the night as Seokjin returned from the pit driving through the silence of the dark skies and empty tunnels. He couldn't quite understand how could the pit go through such drastic damage. Many figures had disappeared out of the blue like they didn't even exist to start with.

These catastrophes reminded him of the time two years back from today.

She was ruthless, brutal and ferocious. No one escaped her claw. He remembered the victims in her playhouse, her tactics were severe and sly. But, she held the balance in the underworld.

After her death, everything was devastated, there was no one to hold the peace. The demons fought each other in the absence of lucifer and killed themselves over nothing.

His one stupid mistake he saw as the best decision had left him to suffer for eternity. Oh how he wished to turn time back and correct his mistakes. But Alas this was not a game but real life, where actions cannot be undone. Where words couldn't be unspoken and where dead don't come back.

Or maybe they do...

Seokjin was pulled out of his train of thoughts when he looked at a shining illuminance at the rear of the dark tunnel. The sight left him to furrow his brows in confusion. This was a one-way tunnel then how come there is a vehicle coming from opposite direction.
Seokjin blinked twice and peered forth to see a motor bike left to roar and run towards his car with speed at its fullest.

"What the fuck?" He slammed his hand over the wheel honking the alerting horns to signal the arriving figure.

"Yah you are on the wrong track" He yelled pressing on the sirens for longer yet the figure didn't stop, instead they twisted the handle to right increasing the speed making the bike to growl. Seokjin abruptly stopped his car in the middle with rows furrowed in annoyance.

"What the fuck you are doing huh?" He was about to open the door and come out of the vehicle until he saw the person tilt the bike sideways and lower it down on the road hopping on the upper side squatting down with a hand reaching to their back. The bike was dragged towards the car with sparks emitting from the friction against the concrete.

His eyes widened at the sight forth as he saw the figure jump off the scrambler and forth towards his car while the bike slammed into his car the figure hopped onto the hood of the car pulling a steel bat up in the air slamming it right across the front window shield of the car shattering it with force leaving the glass to fly and pierce through the guy's skin. Seokjin shrieked to sudden events and shielded himself with his hands. It was like sirens of his cars blared his ears now.

"Missed me pretty one?"

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𝔇𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡: 7/1/2023
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