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A collection of oneshots for Hwei, following @chaltkitos (twt) prompt! Artwork for every update by @6047orng3 (twt)!
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Many have wondered; what could the Golden Demon be thinking behind that mask?
Was it pain? Hate? Dread? Or does it simply hide the sheer joy he feels with each performance brings to him?
None should know that he was a mere, pathetic human, vulnerable to his own weaknesses and emotions.
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Deep breaths, broken bones.
The smell of blood lingers as he hums, without a care to spare.
His mask is the only thing people remember as they take their final moments, and finally slip, falling into the endless abyss they call the afterlife.
Khada Jhin, a well known title clings to his name; the line of it being a burden and a blessing blurs.
Does his heart know no remorse? Or does it only feel the thrill to the dead that cries and lick at his boots, blood staining every step of his performance?
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He calls your name.
You'll be happy here, you're sure of it.
So why do you feel scared?
That's the face of your beloved, and yet— why does it make you tremble?
He calls you again, do you answer?
Or do you foolishly reject this paradise?
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Yes, come closer. You're making the right choice.
Eternity in his loving arms won't cost you, yes?
It's worth it, after all.
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the curve of their lips as it stretches into a smile, the wrinkles at the corners of their eyes, uncovered by their sunglasses, the way their hair slowly falls to their face as laughter bubbles from their chest. and their laugh-
oh, their laughter.
it sends tingles across his skin, hairs standing, and warmth spreads throughout his face. his breath, stuck in his throat, unable to conceive that he is breathing the same air with such a magnificent being.
mafioso was so head over heels for them. the way they are poised in every single action they take makes his heart tremble inside his chest- he was weak, knees on the verge of giving out on the weight of his entire body.
yet, he doesn't know their name.
he-he's sure that he doesn't. despite that, it is always at the tip of his tongue. it was like an itch he cannot reach.
their name. what was their name?
how would he know, anyway? he has never met them before, and neither have they.
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This is the end.
Has it gotten its fill of blood? Is it finally satisfied with all the things it's done?
And here it is, lost, and dying.
Perhaps it is what it deserves.
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a short fic of V1's last thoughts before it dies in the deepest layer of hell.
title + fic theme: i bet on losing dogs by mitski