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Jeon Jahan

Beware , sometimes Death takes the form of Seduction .

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Posts on the account @sinful _ jjk _ (images & writings) may contain mature , sexual , and triggering content such as murder , blood , extreme & trauma based kinks as well as physical and psychological violence .

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Where does humanity start and where does it end ? When did he become a monster or was he always one ? What even is he ? Too human to be solely evil . Too evil to be called human .
Poor little tainted soul . . .

TW | CW: death , implied murder , gore .

Jeon Jahan, a prominent figure in the K-pop industry , also known as Orion in the underground world of his birth city, Seoul.Born in 1997 from a human mother and an incubus father, he lived a relatively peaceful childhood, blissfully unaware of all the energy and time his parents put into keeping him away from corruption and demonic tendencies that lured around his unusual family. Cambions are rare, powerful, beautiful and well…valuable.The day of his 18th birthday should’ve been amazing for the now quite popular young man. Having debuted almost two years ago, he had planned to take some time to hold a small birthday party on a livestream with his fans. His older brother , who was known by the public because of the undying support he’s shown Jahan throughout the years -always somewhere close to his baby brother during his public events- decided to come surprise him during said live. It should’ve been one of the best days ever. It was supposed to be. Until Jahan’s whole life took a dark turn that very same day.He had to end the livestream way sooner than originally announced, after finding excuses and saying bye to the viewers, Jahan just sat curled up on his chair, his face between his hands as he started hyperventilating and crying in pain. What he originally thought was a simple headache had now become one of the worse aches he’s ever experienced. It was getting worse by the minute, he felt sick, nausea making him sweat profusely. He also had to keep his eyes closed, his vision was too blurry, it just made his dizziness worse.His brother , distraught and concerned, tried everything he could to relieve Jahan of at least a bit of his pain, but in vain. Nothing was working. Calling an ambulance might’ve been a good idea but Jahan , insisted, begged him not to, something wasn’t right, « obviously » his brother thought , but he could feel the younger meant something else.

As a last resort, he called their parents, he quickly explained the situation and implored them to come as fast as possible. Though regrettably , he did not hear them pleading him to leave Jahan’s apartment right this instant. He had already hung up to run back to his side.During all of his brother’s back and forth to try and help him, Jahan’s state just kept getting worse and worse until suddenly there was nothing. Well, not literally but the young cambion just couldn’t feel his body, couldn’t control it, couldn’t see, could barely hear. He was aching so much beforehand he thought he had passed out or even died. Death might’ve been a better fate, but the sudden return of the excruciating pain throughout his whole body quickly made him forget any thought he had.He could feel some of his bones moving. Deconstructing and reconstructing at different points of his body. He could feel every muscles, every organs, every bit of his flesh and skin in these same areas. Stretching, reshaping , rearranging. He was painfully aware of every little thing happening inside his body. Even when it all seemed to have stopped and his other senses started to come back, he could still feel some strange energy in his veins and his skin prickling.He felt drained, exhausted, disoriented. « Sleep.. » he thought he heard from the depths of his mind « …now is my turn ». He would not have been able to do anything else anyway. Before losing consciousness, he was able to somewhat distinguish his brother’s face. Reassured by his presence, « I’ll be safe » he thought.How ironic.The worst had already happened when their parents arrived. Everything went way too fast. All there is left to do for the couple is to cry, and cry some more. They spent their lives doing everything they could to avoid something like this. And yet here they are. One of their sons laying motionless in his own blood, lifeless, soulless. Draped in a darkness only the father could distinguish. The other, Jahan, alive but just as physically inert. Shocked, devoured by guilt, pain, incomprehension and disgust towards himself.This event marked the beginning of a series of bleak occurrences, taking Jahan’s life down a path he could’ve never anticipated.

to be continued . . . ?

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