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devil’s sonata {pt.2} | M

⇢  PROLOGUE  //  PART 1 // PART 2

Contains: horror, angst {serial killers!au}

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence and death

Words: 9K

Summary: Taehyung was willing to go beyond the limits of ethics to spread his own, twisted point of view about the beauty of mankind. However, his brief reign came to an end when another artist starts to take inspiration from his work, beating him at his own game and making him learn in the worst possible way that life does imitates art.

A/N:  ok so after a lot of debating I decided that this series will turn out to be a bit longer than expected (not much, +2 parts and an epilogue), because I’m also focusing a lot on the side storylines. And I’m also sorry if this has mistakes, I tried my best to edit even if I’m lowkey up for 37 hours.

thank you so much for the support so far, it truly means a lot <3

The cool lights of the static laboratory spilled over the doctor’s face gently, skirting his features and gleaming in his dark eyes, the purple sea below his drooping eyelids perfectly showing his exhaustion. The scent was strong – possibly formol – but the man was already too accustomed to the odor to let himself be disturbed by its characteristic ardence. No, quite the contrary: he was too immersed in his own disorganized thoughts to even notice the immobility of that absurdly white room, let alone its smell.

Kim Seokjin was tapping his foot on the cold floor with impatience, his headache seeming to aggravate at every second. The man felt suffocated in that meticulously clean room, his own lab coat making everything feel more muffled as he scrutinized the two monochromatic photos in front of him: it didn’t make sense.

He massaged his temples, leaning over the two images, determined. To someone inexperienced, they looked like copies, the same letter spiked in such macabre way on the gray skin of those eternally silent bodies. The infamous V seemed to tease the coroner, laugh at the way he so futily tried to find something he didn’t even know what it was.

His eyes rested on the photo on his right, one of the most recent. Even marked upside down, the letter had been carved with, he would dare say, ardor; an emotion almost palpable. Its lines were slightly shaken in the middle, the edges of the cuts weren’t linear. More than that, the meeting point of the marks was precariously defined, one of them stretching a little more, making the letter almost resemble a Y.

Going to the other frozen scene, he found practically the complete opposite: thin, calculated lines, placed perfectly right at the center of the breasts of an unsuspecting young woman. The skin was clean, the cuts so thin they almost went unnoticed except for the pale red crown that still encircled him.

He had already lost track of how long he had been there, searching for any indication that he was not beginning to lose his sanity. No matter how hard he tried, Jin could not see the works as belonging to the same person, he could not understand how, even with all plausible explanations, everything still seemed so wrong. The pressure used was different, the techniques were practically opposites. One was hurried, the other patient; one was fervent, the other was calculated. If someone told him that they were completely different cases, he’d believe it without even thinking twice.

And that was never a good sign.

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You love, and tremble, and burn. Do not let any of them tell you who you are. You are the flame that cannot be put out. You are the star that cannot be lost. You are who you have always been, and that is enough and more than enough. Anyone who looks at you and sees darkness is blind.
—  James Carstairs/Brother Zachariah
Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy

what she says: i’m fine.

what she means: austin carlile just left of mice & men because of his marfan syndrome and he can’t scream anymore and I think I’m gonna cry while listening to restoring force and cold world.

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It’s okay. + Boyd, Allison & Aiden