[ demi - juyeon ]
a tbz (and maybe skz) future au in progress :) thanks @wingkkun for sending me the changmin pic that started it all and for listening to me babble <3
triggers: blood, death
The last god trembles before their gazes, head raised in a semblance of defiance that Juyeon finds laughable. “Will you kill me, then?” he asks, voice scratchy with disuse, eyes flickering with raw emotion that looks too human for his godly face. “If you do, you are no better than those monsters, you know.”
Juyeon tilts his head, expression carefully kept to the pinnacle of forced innocence. “Are we?” he asks lightly. “Then what are you, a god who refused to fight, who hid while his brethren were slaughtered?”
“I was pragmatic,” he snarls. “I knew we could not win this war. I hid so I could be one to teach the new generation how to rule, to teach you –”
A blade at his throat silences his voice. Juyeon trembles with the effort it takes to prevent his sword from ripping flesh and spilling ichor to the ground. “We do not need the teachings of a coward in our ranks,” he says softly, digging the blade further into the god’s skin. “Any teachers we might have learned from perished in the war. My mother Athena, the sun god Apollo, Hestia, goddess of the hearth… they were among the few who truly understood what it meant to rule, to be a caretaker of the world.”
The god laughs. “So you seek a throne, then, young demigod?”
Juyeon’s façade breaks, neutral lips curling into a snarl. “None of us have ever sought a throne,” he growls. “Never, not once.”
“Then why do you try to create a new pantheon, if you have no wish to rule?”
“You forced this upon us,” Juyeon spits. “Your greed, your hatred, your ignorance of the plights of humanity killed you. The monsters were not born out of nowhere, correct? They were born of the people’s hatred for you.” Golden ichor begins to stain the edge of his blade. “You killed yourselves. And we have now been forced to take your place.”
“Will you have no mercy, then?” For the first time, an imperceptible shake enters the god’s voice, and Juyeon finally recognizes the all-too human emotion in his eyes. Fear.
Once upon a time, a younger Juyeon might have felt for the god, might have lowered his sword and allowed him to live. But now, only disgust crawls up his stomach, into his throat, manifests in a loathing that makes him want to be done with the deed right here and now.
So many died, so many. Hyunjoon. Lia. Yeji. Juyeon himself was unlucky enough to escape the clutches of death several times.
The fact that this god, this powerful being, far more powerful than the demigods were at the time, only hid and watched the slaughter not just of children, but of his own family?
And he has the audacity to ask for mercy?
Juyeon doesn’t need to look behind him at his own brothers and sisters, war-weary demigods with no hunger for blood but a desire for justice, to know what they think.
“Mercy is for those deserving.” Juyeon steps forward, bearing the blade deeper into flesh. “And we do not believe you are.”
The blade slices. The god falls.
As ichor oozes across the ground, Juyeon breathes a breath of smoke and ash, fire filling his throat.
A new pantheon is born.
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i ALSO LOVE logging on tumblr dot com to rb silly little videos of critters so my mutuals can see them and enjoy them with me even if i haven't interacted with them for over months
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it's been weeks since my beomgyu brainrot ,,, when will i find a scrumptious fantasy au ,,,,,,, ,, it is long overdue ,
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