When I came to again, Jungkook laid in a puddle of his own blood, eyes wide open and vacant. This time the demon made sure I killed him. Where he got the scalpel from I don't know. All I know is how bad my heart ached looking down at him.

"PUT YO-OUR HA-ANDS UP!" The nervous rookie yelled from the doorway. I felt my face twist into a smirk as I pounced on him tearing into his jugular much like Jackson's. Screams echoed throughout the hospital wing. Nurses and doctors ran about like they lost their damn minds. Inside my jar I watched the scene play out. The demon bared my teeth at them with a low guttural growl, hurtling itself forward at any ounce of flesh it could sink my teeth into.

He barreled down the hall dodging bullets from the shaky hands of deputies and a random night guard. They all looked terrified, it was almost as if they could see the demon and not me. What could they see?

The ichor started to vibrate and rise with each innocent soul consumed by his darkness. The overwhelming sadness and self loathing consuming me bit by bit. I felt like I was losing to him this time. He had regained control of every part of my body, leaving me a window into the devastation he put people through.

His menacing laugh sent chills down my spine as he scaled a wall outside to perch on the ledge like a bird of prey.

"I'm going to tear through this town until every soul is in flames!" He hissed. My heart sank, fear crushing me with every second he scanned the empty street. Thank God the streets were empty.

The jar began to rattle furiously with the ichor sloshing around burning my skin as droplets landed on me. Looking down I could see that it was up to my knees now. The vibrations getting stronger with every rattle of the jar.

"What did I say about that!!" He snarled. I didn't understand, and then it hit me. Not only did talking out loud about God bothered him. But thinking about him as well.

Last time the jar burst and I was set free. It would work again. It had to! A swell of hopefulness and warmth engulfed my body.

"God, can you hear me?" I began to pray. Although this time was very different from the last. Everything went pitch black, and his putrid breath could be felt at the nape of my neck. I didn't dare turn around. I knew
My fate before he started his assault.

"Shut up! No one cares about you!" He hissed, digging his claws into my shoulders making me sit down deeper into the ichor. My skin felt like it was on fire. It was hopeless, I was hopeless... in a world where this demon exists. I, Taehyung cannot. The pain was too great, I screamed out in agony for no one to hear except the demon who laughed at me. He was winning.

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I think I had fallen asleep. My body was moving around at an inhuman pace. Fire was billowing in the distance, while he made his way off towards the dark shadows of the night. I heard them screaming, and my heart stopped.

No... not them too.

"Yesss..." His voice had a hint of joy in it at all the pain he was causing. This ichor is now up to my waist now. Singeing my soul with every vibration.

"Please stop!" I pleaded to him, banging hard against the glass jar.

"No, I'm having too much fun." He chuckled, watching as the house burned in the dead of night. Sirens could be heard from afar. But they would never make it in time. He had blocked the street with several cars and a downed tree.

"Why do you have to do this?"

"It's in my nature..." he growled, shifting on his haunches as the trucks came to a screeching halt. One by one crashing into each other.

The ichor rose to my belly button. Which means several more souls had been consumed by his cruelty. God please. I begged.

"Seriously!" He growled. I continued to pray. The warmth spreading through me and a calming sense of peace.

"Please..."

A loud boom sounded. Turns out the gas line on the house blew. Blowing up half the street. The demon was overjoyed. Clearly he didn't expect that to happen. He was distracted for the moment like a little kid with fireworks.

So, I prayed harder. I didn't pray for myself. I prayed for all the souls lost in the chaos that this demon ensued. I begged for forgiveness for not being strong enough to subdue the foul creature that crawled it's way up from the depths of hell.

I prayed that somehow the screams I heard weren't those of my friends, Yoongi and Y/N. They had just gotten their happiness back.

Please...

"Ugh... why!? Why must you pathetic creatures all be the same!" He appeared outside the jar. Where his yellow eyes stared at me then quickly shifted to the glowing white liquid I was now standing in. It looked almost like tiny diamonds. Steadily it rose up to my shoulders. I felt safe in it as I stared back at the demon who looked to be having a meltdown.

"Nooooo!!" He screamed as he raked his claws against the glass, only to draw them back in pain. He stomped his feet and yelled curses until I could no longer see him. The light was blinding but not uncomfortable.

Tears streamed down my face... I wasn't sure if I was dead or alive anymore. Nothing seemed real. The only thing I felt was peace and a comfortable warmth surrounding me.

Beep.