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#Joongdok (+ Past #Plotja)

//Angst, Major Character Death Implied cannibalism etc.

(I swear the cannibalism is an important lore thing-)

YJH woke up as a knight that served his queen, LSH. Who was sent to kill a witch rumored to live and grow strong in power and kill everyone in the kingdom that they reside in, lest they want their land to be subjected to such fate. YJH has to stain his hands with blood.

It was no secret that the man was in love with the queen, from the very beginning ever since he opened his eyes and found himself in the arms of such a woman almost as beautiful as a goddess, it was expected that he would stand by her side at any given point in time.

Thus, when she asked him to kill the wretched witch that dares to ruin the peace and prosperity of their land. He didn’t think twice and followed his queen’s demand.

Soughting out on a lonesome adventure as he was the only with the skill and power to go against-

such a powerful witch.

A witch that was also said to have lived for hundreds of years, an ugly witch who’s looks could make anyone sick to the stomach, evil to the heart. YJH looked at the house in the outskirts of a deserted forest, holding his sword in hand.

He drew it from its scabbard, to his surprise the door was unlocked and he was easily able to slip inside the house.

He looked around, the house was rather large. Enough to fit an entire family, but it was quiet. Empty almost.

When he walked down the blue velvety carpet of the hallways, he went from door to door. So far it was empty, that is until he came across a spiral staircase, the steps would creak with each of his steps.

He squinted as he finally reached the top, the sunlight that bled in through the windows and cracks of the house’s roof. He blinked through the glaring light and his eyes widened upon seeing a young man.

A young man that wore starry robes, a hat akin to that of the milky way as he glanced his way. Elegantly moving as he looked at him with eyes as dark as the pitch black night.

“Yoo Joonghyuk,” The man said, his name rolling off his tongue and when YJH blinked, the man suddenly stood in front of him, his slender fingers reaching up, brushing against his cheek.

He tensed up when the face of the other was far too close. He knew this was the witch they scorned.

The witch smiled warmly.

“Finally, I see you again.”

“Witch,” YJH said with venom in his voice, a stark contrast to the way the witch held his cheek so tenderly. The man’s composure undeterred even when KDJ caressed his face, his face remained cold as he didn’t hesitate to swing his sword.

The witch grabbed the blade with his bare palm, blood trickling down his arm. Shining a bright red as the hand on his cheek burning hot, searing even and YJH grunted as he kicked the man away with the sole of his metal boot.

He reached up, wiping away the blood on his cheek-

When KDJ raised his hand, licking the blood off his wrist.

“You’ve come to kill me have you?”

“By order of the queen, I will not leave until I have your head.”

“So be it,” KDJ said as a vial slipped out his sleeve and threw it towards the knight’s way.

The knight using his blade to block it, the glass shattering as blue liquid spilled on him, the substance melting away his armor as the witch’s eyes went from black to a bright blue.

The entire scene felt familiar, but his confusion grew when the witch attacked with-

such warm eyes.

As if he was in love.

For a moment he hesitated, the grip on his sword loosened. He didn’t miss the way KDJ purposefully moved his hand and missed.

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When they fought, it created a mess in the witch’s abode. Papers strewn across the floor, shattered glasses scattered across the floor as a mixture of colors pooled on the floor, as well as the color of both their blood when neither relented.

In a way it was like a dance, when YJH would be able to land a hit on him. KDJ would commend him, praising him for such a feat and when KDJ would land a blow on him, he couldn’t help but smile in return. Even if it was faint.

But as time passed, YJH was able to catch up.

Reading KDJ’s movements was easier, like his mind was accelerating and he was able to tell what would come next and he’d dodge him. One move after another, until he finally stabbed into the witch’s arm.

The blade dug into KDJ’s shoulder as the witch reached out, the knight tightening his hold on his sword’s hilt.

He pushed it deeper until the witch’s arm was on the ground, KDJ holding where his arm used to be and he looked up at YJH, through dark lashes as purple fire -

appeared where his fingers were and the bleeding stopped soon after.

YJH raised his sword, freezing when he saw the sad look on KDJ’s face, his hands shaking involuntarily. Yet unbeknownst to him, something wet flowed down his cheek, he stuck his tongue out.

Tasting what was dripping down his cheeks, it tasted salty.

Tears.

KDJ reached out again, this time the knight dropped his sword. As if on instinct, he fell to his knees as he grabbed KDJ, holding him in his arms, the witch brushed a thumb over his cheek.

A small spot on YJH’s cheek shone metal, as if revealing his skin was not actually truly human.

“Who are you?” YJH demanded to know as the witch only grinned.

“You’re not the Plotter,” KDJ said, “You’re the new upgrade. You did better this time..”

He said in a soft voice, YJH’s eyes widened when he spoke to him as if he had known him for a long time. His breath hitching before he shook his head, snapping out of his daze. He picked his sword back up, he pierced it through the witch’s chest.

The witch gasped for air before the hand on YJH’s cheek and he gave him a strained smile, he pulled the knight in for a kiss.

YJH sitting there stunned as blood pooled onto the ground and as if to answer his question, KDJ pointed towards one of the tables-

one with messily written papers and an open book. YJH felt a strange ache, a yearning when the witch fell limp in his arms and he laid the body down onto the ground, even in death he stayed young. As if he was still alive even though he grew cold.

YJH got up, having finished his job. But curiously, he looked over to read the open book, the only thing that survived from their fight.

[Secret1ve Pl0tter]

Written on the top of the book, YJH’s face paled when he saw drawings of him and what seemed to be a skeletal structure.

His hands shook as he swiped the book, turning through the pages as he tightened his grip. His eyes widened when he saw the logs.

The witch is who made him.

As if a trigger was set, he held his head as he started to remember, the tears that built up in his eyes made sense-

and he looked back at the witch’s corpse, he crumpled up the page.

“Kim Dokja.” He said, his hand going up to his own chest before he tore off his armor’s chestplate, he unbuttoned his shirt before he reached into his own chest cavity and realized- his heart wasn’t even beating.

//To be continued later