It was a rather lucky instance that came to him or maybe a gift from heavens just as he prayed for long, it was really a ticket for Jungkook's concert based on it's appearance; a pitch black and golden colored ticket embossed with the letters of Jungkook's tour name;

R O T T E N   H E R E S Y.

He ran his fingers slowly through the embossed golden letters of the ticket, it was rather special one on his possession- it has a number on his side on a embossed on a red tint, the  number 13 on it's upperside that means on thing; privilage.

A privilage to meet Jungkook face to face, among all the tickets made getting the number in your ticket is meant for the luckiest of all, there will be only one made with it's number per tour and it's perks were very special; you can be alone with him, just the two of you alone chatting and having a sign, whatever you may want to spend time with him as what he have heard and that enough thought makes Jimin's heart flutter in joy.

"Oh my. I can finally meet him!" He held the ticket in his hand, joyfully skipping his way inside the convent stopping in the front of the altar and knelt down on his knees to pray sincerely, to give thanks of the blessing he received for the day yet little did he know, it isn't the heavens that gave him the chance.

Well, the devil did.

The pair of crimson eyes were staring at him from the outside, the demon underling in form of a crow placed on his shoulders a devilish smile appearing on his lips. The devil himself is standing outside the convent, in his true form.

He had been keeping an eye on the pure boy for the mean time and oh, he never thought how much he's getting needy of him. The devil licked his lips as he admired the pure boy from a far- he wanted that silvered boy hair with him, the locks that were the same color of his soul; white and pure-- the boy's blue orbs that were similar to sapphire where you can mirror his innocence-- the red plump lips where those holy words speak out and god, his honey dripping voice that were soft as an angel enough to trace his modesty drives the devil crazy--  His perfect porcelain skin that simply cannot be compared to anyone, not even an angel-- damn, he was humanly perfect. Hell, the devil was eager to stain him with the dirt of sins; to make him impure.

"Oh dear..I can't wait for you to be mine, I'll make you filthy, I'll make you taste the sins..make you drown with them, give me power and be my perfect bride. Jimin. " The devil himself declared, his voice tending to be loud enough for him to hear or comprehend by his own, the voice making Jimin stop and turn his head to see whose talking and he swore, he heard his name from a voice he knew.

"Um..hello? Somebody there?" Jimin did the sign of the cross and whisphered a 'sorry' before he stood on his feet and left, looking for the person outside the convent that called him.

There's no one outside, not even a remnant of a soul or even a shadow other than his own and it was a rather skin crawling experience, it isn't the first time that he heard his name being called despite being all alone himself in their convent, there were multiple times that he heard his name whisphered in the wind in different parts of their place and the voice were still the same, somehow he wishes that the voice was just inside his head.

His senses was shouting to check still if the one he has been looking for was hiding yet he fears to do so, there were things out there that he never knew that can be dangerous in exchange. Jimin shakingly enter inside, making his footsteps fast to his room and shut the door close, breathing in relief after.

The nuns and priests told him before to pray and strengthen his belief if he will hear it again, it might be a demon lingering around him to whispher undeity commitments that he should do to commit a sin. He's a delicate soul that makes everything interesting and all that Jimin got is a prayer and a rosary to keep him safe.

He sat on a stool and grabbed the thick book of holiness, opening it on the verse he left to distract himself with devotion and it did work! After seating and reading for hours, until night everything seemed to go well for him. He felt safe and secured again, away from the fright he felt earlier.

Deciding to rest for a little, he laid on his bed and oh; the ticket! He needed to tell the nuns and priests about it so he can get permission from them and in a way that they wouldn't worry when he go.

Somehow he wonders about something different; What would it feel to see him live? To hear his songs being sang in front of him? Are his features still the same or better in person? Jimin can't contain his thoughts and squealed like a woman in love or maybe, he truly is. Well it isn't wrong, he's just a boy simply in love with his idol. It's a trend isn't it?

In the middle of his thoughts there's a banging on his door, the nun shouting in a shaky manner begging for his help.

"Jimin! Hurry, there's a dying man outside! You need to help him!" Hearing it he jolted up and  rushed to put his shoes on, it was a very important deed that he needed to aid, his priority. The nuns were there panicking and told him to run over the convent where the man was laid and that the man needs his healing if it's still possible.

Jimin ran to the altar of the convent and there, a man layed and just as said; dying. His wounds did brought Jimin nauseaous, the man's palms were bleeding excessively that laid on both sides, a hole visible that might came from large buried nail as if he was crucifixed, the same with the man's foot that has the same mark of being nailed.

The blood wasn't red at all, it is darker than ink as seen down the marble white tiles, it's movement was unusual rather than pooling. It was going on different places, tracing a circle and lines forming a familiar work of forbidden art;  The Sighil of Baphomet.

He doesn't know what to do right now, it was his first time to witness such sight and he wasn't panicking but he's just staring at the man in front of him lying down the pentagram.

Should he pray or should he just stare off as the man die? He can't do anything anymore, not even a miracle can save a dying man that lost all of his blood.  His foot brought him forward to the man, left to examine the figure in front of him, the man was wearing a rosary around his neck; the satanic rosary.

Out of his curiousity he touched the metallic rosary, his fingers feeling the unusual cold beads down the pendant and stared at it quietly.

"Maybe this is one of the reasons why.."

He was ready to leave him behind and ask for help to just bury the man peacefully, turning his back at the man to expect that the other priests had came to help yet no one was there.

The strong gush of wind unexpectedly came in the room, the blow enough to shut the doors of the convent--the only light that came from the candles were blown off by the wind and the holy ornaments fell down the floor-- the sound of the grails echoed around the convent same with the relics that broke into pieces.

Now, he was frightened.

Everything was dark and the only light sheared were from the windows, the moonlight. The blood moon. The sequence of events were connected, and the worse just happened right now.

The man groaned and breathed back to life again, his eyes open blood shot wide.

Everything that happened next was a blur, Jimin took a step towards the man to check him again to confirm it's state, there's no pulse yet the man was miraculously breathing, he  looked down next to man's face noticing that the sclera of it's eyes were purely black with black and red tears similar to paint traced down the man's cheeks-- the pupils turned red.

Jimin slowly stepped back afraid on what to do next.

The man got on his foot and shot a look at him, his demonic fangs showing as he grinned viciously at the martyr.

"R-regna terrae, cantata Deo, psallite Cernunnos-" He chanted a Latin prayer of exorcism for the man, taking a step back every moment that the man walked forward to him.

"Benedictus Deus, Gloria Patri-" his prayer doesn't seem to take an effect on him.

"Vos mos est deo custodiat te."

And in a blink, the man had his tight grip around Jimin's neck, the nails digging on the skin of his neck, unable to scream out for help as the grip tightens every minute that he can only emit a choking sound, the man throwing him on the pentagram circle chanting the prayer of the devil to him; the offering prayer.

"Haec tibi..quod sponsa sector!"

"I-i'm no bride of the d-devil.."

He was losing his breath slowly, his lungs doesn't seem to function anymore, in his mind he was praying, for help his eyes turning back his peripheral vision having a glimpse of the cross above him.

"G-god..help me.."

Jimin jolted awake from his bed, beads of sweat trailing down his forehead panting. He looked around his surroundings, he wasn't in the altar nor there's no man, no pentagram, no demon and all he has was his normal room and the bibles beside him.

"I-it was a nightmare.."

He looked outside his window, the sun rising up high and the birds were chirping, the wind whistling along with the rustling branches of the tree and it was a peaceful day indeed.

A nun came knocking in his room with a smile on her face greeting him a good morning along with breakfast on a tray in her hand.

"Good morning, Jiminnie! Oh, happy birthday to you our gifted child! Are you excited for later? Here, I prepared your breakfast. The miraculous child should atleast take a break for his special day." Jimin went confused. Birthday? The last day he checked it was October 10th not 13th, his birthdate. Did the day fly by so fast?

"Uh..birthday..?"

"Oh, silly you. You must be tired after all the healing you did this past few days that you can't remember? Come on, eat this meal! You still got your first concert to attend tonight." Concert. He can remember that he picked up a ticket for Jungkook's concert but he can't recall the time when he asked permission to them if he can go.

"October tenth, what happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm asking you what happened..?"

The nun snapped her fingers finally catching up on what Jimin is saying.

"Oh! You fainted outside the garden that date. A handsome young man with raven hair found you then carried you back here in the convent with the golden ticket in your hands. Do you perhaps know him? You did a little chat with him before he left."

"No..I do not remember at all. How about the next dates till now? What did I do?"

"Nothing, your normal routine and you did quite a lot of healing because of the epidemic that spreaded down town. You seemed spacing a lot those days and you asked us permission if you can go to Jeon Jungkook's concert and you seemed very eager to see him so we all agreed since it's your special day."

Jimin tried to recall everything on those dates, the young man, fainting, healing, asking permission and more. No, he can't remember anything on those dates other than what he dreamt of.

"Okay then..thank you for the meal!" The nun bid her goodbye while Jimin prayed first before eating his meal.

There's a young man that carried him back with black hair, the man in his nightmare has black hair as well. Both had similarities; he doesn't know well how they look like or maybe, just a coincidence.

Well, he hopes so.

He finished his meal and decided to dress properly and neat, combing his silver hair neatly  before making his way to the kitchen to bring the dishes back.

While walking he discarded the thoughts he had to relax, just thinking of the concert that'll happen later tonight, that he'll finally get to see Jeon Jungkook.

The cold wind passed by him, blowing off his silver hair from his face turning his head as he heard a voice;

"You'll be mine tonight, dear bride."

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