•=|Demon Hunter|=|NamSeok|=•
•=|Elf|=•

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For years the world has been in battle. Infiltrated, conquered, slaughtered, spared. Those are things that the Blood Elves were a kind to stay away from.

Their world was not just a world. But a different dimension. One with a toxic substance that only three species could safely inhale.

The Blood Elves.

The Demons.

And the Night Elves.

Everything was fine for the Blood Elves. Fighting each other until they were covered in scars, which would simply heal over time, sometimes even risk their lives by jumping from camp to camp and cliff to cliff with their wings.

Usually they never bothered them. They could simply pull the entire bone back into the skin of their back and close it, as if there were never a pair of wings at all.

These creatures sure were confusing. Not wanting to get involved in wars but fighting and battling to the death in their own free time as a hobby.

They were all fine with it.

Until the demons came.

The demons infiltrated their lives, slaughtering their kinds, forcing them to bow beneath them.

But after decades of humiliation, war, and shame. A leader rose. A Blood Elf who had enough of the suffering.

The Blood Elf known as Kim Seokjin was tired of all this. He was young, determined, and fed up with humiliation.

He slayed demons who dared command him, and their colony grew again. But not enough. Not nearly enough...

There was a Blood Elf Seokjin had set sight on, though. One with incredible agility, combat skills, sorcery, and intelligence.

He didn't like to abuse his skills, but he did. Often more than he'd like to, exhausting himself.

But there was a day where he finally decided it was enough.

Namjoon, the Blood Elf that Seokjin had set sight on, was ambushed.

His camp, his family. All for nothing. His skills were barely enough to save himself, leaving him with acid holes in his wings, unable to carry him further than gliding through the air, and little cuts full of blood that could never heal again.

Including a nasty scar, diagonally crossing his lips.

He was officially outraged.

And so he bowed down before his new leader, promising him his undying loyalty as a Demon Hunter, promising revenge to those demon scum.

His loyalty was tested in the most harsh and difficult way possible. But he did it.

His job was to kill the demon queen. And he succeeded, but not without pain. Not without scars.

But he was proud to have them.

Although the death of their queen was not enough for the demons to leave. Their kings and queens were endless, nearly. As one died another could rise just like that.

As he bowed before Seokjin, his beast horns were decorated with the rings of the Demon Hunter, his body tattooed with the revenge tribal signs. His smoking green eyes covered by black cloth, hiding the demons of his sins.

His body is clothed in clothing gifted from the horde, jewelry, bracelets.

His weapons were sharpened, engraved with their symbol, his magic enhanced and his training proceeded to and through worse and worse ways, but none too tough for Namjoon.

He knows he's always being watched by the leader. Observed by the commanded, tasked by his superiors.

He's changed over the years of his training.

Blood Elves always had a strange appearance from their closest species, Night Elves.

From the humanoid elves, they were a bit more lilac skinned, with long slim pointy ears. Most have long hair, a sight of honor and respect, others with short hair were mostly punished.

Namjoon was just like that. With a pale lilac skin and ears just a bit shorter than the average length above their heads. His hair reaches his lower back, always partly tied up into a high ponytail.

But one thing he never had was his guard down.

Until that one sinful day. The day when he kept the memorial for his family...

Namjoon sighs deeply, sitting on his knees. His head bowed down as he hears the fire cackling up to the foggy skies. His eyecover lays besides him, his hands clenching at his cloth.

His eyes are shut, remembering the days he was happy with his sister and his parents.

Those demons have not yet retreated, but as long as they keep their distance they are now undisturbed.

A soft smile curves on his lips, his ears twitching as his scowl immediately returns.

He grabs for his weapons in a flash, the double-sided blades giving him a light jump as he kicks himself up, hitting the approaching creature in the stomach as he gets back on his feet without trying.

He holds his blades tightly, growling as he watches his attacker stumble back.

These... These aren't demons.

"Your kind should be extinct." Namjoon tells the attacker.

"As should yours."

The Blood Elf scoffs and readies himself for a fight. From the voice he can tell it's a woman talking to him, but her face is covered with a black hood.

She's dressed in black armor, silver coating the sides and curves, details and cloth protecting the broken pieces. More importantly, the sword in her hand...

"What an interesting piece."

"I'll take it as a compliment."

"You should now that you can still get them."

The woman laughs at Namjoon's comment. "We didn't come here for you."

"Than why sneak up on me?"

"Your family suffered. Didn't they?"

Namjoon scowls, but doesn't lower his guard. "What of it?"

The woman lowers her weapon and kneels down, raising her hood just a little to reveal a smile, and a terrible burn.

Namjoon doesn't lower his weapons.

"I came to apologize for them."

"What does my family have to you with you?" Namjoon asks. "Their suffering is mine to take. My energy and peace is for them. Not some strange nearly extinct Night Elf."

The woman sighs. "We are trying to save your kind from that tyrant."

"What tyrant?"

"As I said. We are not here for you." The woman points at the figure far behind the Blood Elf.

A figure fighting for his life with his army and followers.

Namjoon knows who it is and he increases his stance with a loud growl.

"You will not kill my master."

The woman's lips form a frown. "How sad." She mutters, grabbing her sword. "I quite liked the way you acted. Polite, not hesitant. I thought you were smart not to join a tyranny. But clearly those better for the world are always taken by evil."

Namjoon grins darkly, spreading his arms widely. "Come at me then. Show me what your kind is worth."

"I won't be sorry once I connect you with your family."

"How sweet of you to say. But I'd much rather live."

"I'll end your pathetic follower life!"

"Come at me."

Namjoon's scowl returns when he sees the woman charging at him. He grabs his blades tightly, crossing them in front of his chest as the blade of the woman's sword connects with his with a loud clang, a few sparks slicing from the metal.

With a grunt, Namjoon holds up one of his blades, blocking his face from the next strike. So on, and on, and on.

Blocking and blocking until he nears a cliff.

The woman pants a little and starts laughing. "You! Attack me! Come on! You're a follower aren't you?!"

"I am a proud Demon Hunter." Namjoon growls. "But I'll slay anyone who dares to touch my master."

The woman gasps. Her eyes grow wide in fear and shock, locking onto Namjoon's smoking eyes. His sins revealed to the woman.

She grabs onto the blade that penetrates her stomach, deep red blood soaking the metal, slowly dripping from her lips.

"And that, Elf." Namjoon whispers. "Is an oath I've made."

He pushes the blade deeper through her stomach, pulling it out, ripping her body open, leaving her body to lifelessly fall to the ground with a final breath.

Namjoon sighs deeply and grabs his black cloth, slowly covering his smoking eyes with it.

He shakes the blade, cleaning it of a bit of blood.

His back rips open readying his wings to glide to his master, until he feels a sharp, cold tip against his back.

He turns around, scowling at the fae who holds his sword at him.

He wears the same attire as the dead woman did, only a bit wider, showing masculinity. His face, once covered by a hood, is exposed to reveal green orbs with a crystal blue hue and white pupil. Long ears like his own, pierced with silver. Long black hair just like his is messily tied into a low loose ponytail, hanging over his shoulder.

"You dare slay my family without any respect?!"

Namjoon cocks his head, looking at the woman. "Your sister?"

"My mother." The elf spits. "You ruthless follower!"

"I've said it before and I'll say it again." Namjoon snarls, pressing the tip of his wing against his throat. "I will kill anyone for my master."

"It will be your demise!!"

"I invite you to try!" Namjoon smirks. From behind the blades his hands start to glow, his fingertips boiling with an acid fluid.

He catches the elf off guard when he hears his name called, jumping on the fae's shoulders and spreading his wings widely, gliding to his master as he sends the Night Elf a last gift of his.

A permanent reminder as he shoots the acid substance off his fingertips right on his face, watching as the elf crumbles to the floor, screaming in agony.

Namjoon waves the elf goodbye as he runs against the rocks, boosting himself up as he pulls his wings back into his skin, dropping down on a nearby attacker.

He bows shortly to his master, preparing his weapons.

"I knew it wouldn't take very long before you'd show up."

Namjoon gives him a quick smile, cutting through an attacker for the fourth time that night.

"Have I ever failed you, master?"

"Never."

°•●•°

The Night Elf holds onto his face with bared fangs, unable to let go, as the air would make the pain worse and worse.

He meets back with his team, who immediately surround him in worry.

"What happened?!"

"Where is Julia?"

"Hope, do you need medical attention?"

The elf hisses out at all of them, scaring some of his teammates as he glares back at the pair of wings, the elf dropping down.

"That one." He mutters, pointing right at the follower. "He must die. We will not leave until he is dead. Do you understand?!"

"B-but Hope...--"

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!!"

"Y-yes sir!"

Hope hisses for them to path a way except for a single woman. She crosses her arms, shaking her head. Her black curls drape down to her shoulders, her chubby face smiling at him.

"Your mother warned you about these species."

"Yet she was the one who suffered most." Hope grumbles. "Patch me up will you, Cat?"

"I told you it's Tigress."

"You look like a cat. Shut up." Hope mutters, releasing his hand.

Tigress gasps loudly, covering her mouth in pure shock. The entire left side of Hope's face... red, burned. It's a permanent scar.

"It's bad, I assume."

"The only thing your natural cells can regenerate is your skin color..."

Hope scowls. "Patch me up then. I'm going to kill that pesky Blood Elf."

"Please Hope, reconsider! If that Blood Elf killed Julia... What could it do to us?"

"Your lives are important, but my mother may not go down without revenge."

"Than release yourself."

Hope scowls at her. "I will never release myself."

With a deep sigh Tigress nods. "At least pull the recruits back. We've killed more than enough followers."

Hope hisses through his fangs. "Fine. But I'm not done with this place yet."

Tigress smiles at him, her hands glowing brightly as she gently lays it on the burn, which starts sizzling at the touch, Hope gritting his teeth in pain.

"What a nightmare this place is. Why did Jungkook ever want this place freed?"

"Alliances, Hope." Tigress answers. "Even strong leaders need stronger allies. Especially now that our land is at war with Azeroth."

"Azeroth can kiss my crispy cheek."

Tigress chuckles a bit. "Please... Do reconsider. For your mother."

Hope huffs, but nods. "Fine."

He smiles a little at her. They aren't Death Knights for nothing.

"Cat."

"It's Tigress!!"

°•●•°

"Master."

"Speak."

Namjoon bows down before his master, remembering how the Elf he hurt crumbled to the ground.

"I have failed you today."

"And why is that?"

"Today, master, I killed a foolish Night Elf. Her son came for me. I thought I hurt him enough for my venom to spread, but when I returned upon my home to discard of the bodies, only the woman remained. Her son survived, and I let him escape."

Namjoon growls out in anger at his failure.

"I will accept any punishment you give me."

"Oh." His master chuckles.

Namjoon shivers a little at the sound, feeling his master caress his horns.

"But there is no need for a punishment."

"Master. I failed you." Namjoon says again. "I insist you punish me."

"No, no, no. My dear Namjoon, you mustn't want my punishments. I'll give you a chance to... redeem yourself."

Namjoon looks up at him. "How?"

His master grabs his face, making sure to keep contact with his follower.

"Kill the son, and bring me his head and his sword. If you do as I ask, I shall reward you with power unimaginable."

Namjoon nods without hesitation. "I won't need a reward. Serving you is my greatest reward."

"I insist." His master chuckles. "You truly are a wonderful follower."

Namjoon bares his short fangs. "I will do as you command me, master. If you want that foolish elf's head and sword, I shall give you it. I shall bring you his flesh and let you feast upon it."

"Good. Than go. Let my best allies help you."

Namjoon huffs. "I don't need help."

"Trust me, Namjoon." His master sighs. "The world above our dimension is hostile and horrible. You will not survive with creatures like that. Humans, draenei, dwarves, worgen. Many more await the death of us."

Namjoon scowls. "Do you wish for me to help your team and retrieve the head of the Night Elf?"

"I do."

"Than your wish is my command, master."

°•●•°

Namjoon scowls as the portal closes behind him, the necklace around his throat protecting the seal.

He was told his teammates weren't able to inhale his oxygen.

But the three teammates waiting for him all look him up and down, some grinning, others unimpressed.

"What a lucky guy."

"Why?"

"Look at him. Handsome, barely scarred."

"You can't say for me."

"You stay far away from the battle."

"I'm an Vulpera! What else am I supposed to do?!"

"Stay where you belong. In the trees looking for birds."

Namjoon growls a little. These? These...insects were supposed to be his teammates?

"What's with the sour face, candycake?" The Vulpera grins at him. "Undead got your tongue?"

"What are Undead...?"

"... I am?" A shy voice calls out, but it goes ignored.

"Oh my, you're a newby to Orgimmar!"

Namjoon growls at the Vulpera's enthusiasm. "You best be loyal to my master or I'll skin you right here and now."

"Careful Jimin." The mage smirks. "This man will. I've heard a lot of good things about him from master Seokjin. Cunning, stealthy, strong. He won't hesitate."

Namjoon nods.

Jimin groans, whining as he pulls his bow from his back. "Fiiiine! Than let's go! Who's tongue do I rip out today?!"

"We won't be killing anyone." The mage says again.

He rolls his eyes at the way Jimin whines that he wants to kill.

"He's right." Namjoon growls. "I'm going to kill a Night Elf and bring master his head and sword. We will feast upon his flesh and celebrate a victory over a lesser race."

"Your species really is messed up. You involve in war and suddenly everything is hateful."

"Don't speak." Namjoon snarls. "You don't even look special. What even are you?"

"As I said before, I'm a Undead."

"His name is Yoongi!" Jimin squeaks. "Soooo, you don't know what he is. Why won't you show him Yoongles?"

"If I transform every single one of you is food for me."

"That's the spirit!"

Namjoon looks at the mage. "And you?"

"The name's Taehyung." The mage answers. "I'm a Pandarian shaman."

"You... don't look like the ones I've seen in books."

"I never said I was born there."

Namjoon rolls his eyes a little. "What way are the Night Elves."

Taehyung waves his hand around a little, effortlessly catching the map that falls from the sky. He opens it out for him, having Namjoon examine every name and place.

"Azeroth... Master mentioned this place." Namjoon says, pointing at a large portion of the map. "What is this?"

"It's the start of war." Taehyung says. "Azeroth wanted more power and might. They started gambling with other lands and realms within alliances with demons and sirens. They wanted your dimension too. But they failed."

Namjoon growls loudly. "Those demons have something to pay for."

"And you will have your revenge." Taehyung snarls. "But first our task at hand."

He points at a large land within Azeroth. "This is where their king lives. Some Night Elves are now known as Death Knights. A new species who can consume the life force from the creatures they slay with their sword. It stores the energy for them to use. Whenever they need it. Sometimes giving them extraordinary powers."

"So there are the cowards who fled."

"They could be." Yoongi mutters. "But be careful of the king's guards and followers. Those people are insane."

Namjoon looks at him, silently demanding an explanation.

Yoongi sighs. "When my pack was asked to join Azeroth, we were overwhelmed with followers when we didn't deal. We got attacked, stolen from, our entire pack fell apart. My master agreed to join if they left the other undead alone. I didn't agree with them. I left the pack. When I left, guards attacked me and bound me, followers screamed that I was a traitor. I was imprisoned, but saved by a goblin, working for master Seokjin. I escaped with her and agreed to join the Horde. So, here we stand."

Namjoon grins a little. "So an undead is a corpse."

"Technically, yes." Yoongi nods. "Our conscience is humane, but our instincts are very rabid and we can transform between our undeas form and human form."

"Than why don't you?"

"When I was imprisoned I was starved so heavily that my undead form couldn't take it. I've stayed human ever since, meaning that my undead form never got to eat."

Namjoon nods a little. "Why didn't you let your undead form eat?"

"I'm an Undead." Yoongi growls. "We are predators. Hunters. Group creatures."

Jimin grins. "But now you have us!"

"You're still made of flesh and meat."

"Too bad." Jimin pouts. "I'd like to be preyed upon."

"We will as soon as you tell us to." Namjoon cuts in. "I'm here for one thing and that is to please my master. How long until we get to Azeroth?"

Taehyung bites his lip. "Probably half a day of flying."

"On what?"

"Dragonics."

"Your...?"

"Not mine." Taehyung shakes his head. "Those of leader Jianshi."

"The... Rebellion?" Namjoon's eyes widen a bit. "I heard my master talk about her but I never expected her to... join the Demon Hunters..."

"More like he joined her." Jimin grins. "Master Seokjin has a little crush!"

"Shut your fox mouth." Yoongi growls. "I agree with Namjoon. We should focus on the task at hand. Let us leave before we'll let our master wait any longer."

Namjoon immediately nods and goes to walk away, not actually knowing the way, a bit glad that the others soon follow up.

He gets a dragonic assigned, hesitant about the being sniffing him all over. It doesn't take long for his teammates to get on, as Taehyung orders the animals up. Their road to Azeroth begins.

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Hope hisses as his team returns to their family. He sits at the camp with a sigh, his hand caressing the scar on his face.

"I can see it's hurt you."

"Don't get me started." Hope snarls. "I'd rather get right back in there and kill the Elf who did this to me."

"You know our king would not like that."

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHAT THE KING SAYS!!"

"Hope, please--"

"NO!! MY NAME IS HOSEOK!! IF THE ALLIANCE WON'T DO SOMETHING THAN I WILL!!"

"Hope! Calm yourself!"

"I'm not a hope anymore, Hyunnie!" Hoseok screams. "I'm tired of fighting like this! I want to make a difference! I did as you asked for a long, long time, commander! But if you won't let me avenge my mother you are breaking my species apart!"

"Hope, I beg you to calm down! The king's wishes are his to make and mine to fulfill. If you want anything, you must consult with him."

Hoseok scoffs. "Did you forget who he is?" He holds his arms up. "The great king Jungkook! Ten thousand year old god of the spirit! Link between the dead and the alive!"

Hyunnie frowns at him.

"I'm tired, Hyunnie." Hoseok whimpers sadly. "My mother died, seconds that I could have saved her... Our species, my kind. We must avenge our family. No matter the cost. It's a rule. Tradition. Please Hyunnie, let me go back!"

Hyunnie sighs deeply. "I'll have to talk this over with the king. Maybe there is an extra force I can throw in with you. I'll have to look. You can come with. It's not too far."

Hoseok nods, immediately getting up. "Where is the king?"

"In the shrine around these hours. Trying to connect with the ancient gods."

"Than what are we waiting for! Go!"

°•●•°

Namjoon growls to himself when he sees the land of Azeroth coming closer and closer. He can practically smell the Vulpera's excitement as he giggles.

All Namjoon wants is for his task to be fulfilled. His master and leader to be proud of him.

"The war usually takes place in cities or open lands. It's best if we land in a forest for cover."

"I disagree." Yoongi snaps to the mage. "We should land in battle so people won't notice us being no alliance."

"But what if we choose the wrong side to land or we get shot out of the air?" Jimin asks. "I can shoot some I see aim for us but I only have so many arrows."

Taehyung shakes his head. "I have enough spells learned. I can keep us invisible but not for long. We must decide on a place to land before people like that see us."

At Taehyung pointing down, Namjoon follows his gaze. It's an open space on the dunes, piles of wet and sand and drifted wood, little and big crabs running around.

He smiles a little at the weird side-ways walking creatures before noticing a familiar glow.

"We land there."

"What?"

"Why?"

"I told you it'd be best."

Namjoon growls. "One of the species fighting there are the Forgotten Fae. Look. Their swords. I've seen them before. I'm sure one of them must be my target."

Taehyung looks at him. "I don't know, Namjoon... It's quite obvious to land there and we aren't exactly looking alike."

"Trust me. If we land at the side we can sneak in and steal clothes from the fallen soldiers. We'll fit right in."

"There is but one problem." Yoongi sneers. "We can't wield those swords."

"We will be their alliance. Who cares if we use the weapons we have." Namjoon glares at him.

Jimin nods. "I call in! I'll steal the armor!"

"I'll get the heavy adds." Yoongi grumbles.

"I'll get you cover."

Namjoon smirks a little as they start descending. "I'll make sure those who catch us won't live to tell."

°•●•°

Hoseok stares out over the battle. He sits at the side, patching his bleeding neck, waiting impatiently for him to go back in.

"I still can't believe you got scolded by the king." Tigress mutters. "He gave you permission but still. Clearly against his will. He respects tradition."

Hoseok hisses loudly. "Finish up will you? I have anger to release."

"Hope, please, don't go throwing yourself out there again. There are soldiers who actually want to see their family again."

"Than help those! You insist on healing me!"

"Because I know you'll die if I don't!" Tigress snaps.

Hoseok hisses again, slowly getting back up. "Don't tell me when to die."

Tigress calls out after him, but Hoseok already runs back into the battlefield. He's tired of being let down by himself.

He needs to put himself to good use. His mother died because of his stammering. No more. His team will not fall because of his ignorance.

He calls out to one of them, grinning as he goes to help to fight off a soldier of Silvermoon, slicing the soldier in half without thought.

His teammate smiles at him, running into battle.

Hoseok follows, wanting to jump up to release his anger, until he spots a very familiar face amongst his teammates.

He freezes in his steps, eyes wide at how incredibly stupid they must've been to put on armor that doesn't fit them.

Smirking, Hoseok calls out a notice that he has to do something. He runs forward, using all of his strength to jump forth onto the one he's been after for months.

"Namjoon watch out!!"

"Do you truly think I didn't see him yet?"

Hoseok's ear twitches at the words as the Blood Elf turns around and connects their weapons with a golden spark.

"Come back for me, Elf?"

"As if!" Hoseok hisses. "I'm here to end your pathetic life!"

"Pathetic?" Namjoon bursts into laughter, pulling his second blade out as he lunges for an attack. "Go ahead without me boys. This will be over soon."

"He won't return."

"Don't be so confident." Namjoon chuckles deeply. "This is my mission. This is what my master wants. And what my master wants--"

"Is what he gets."

"You're quick to catch up."

Hoseok hisses out as he lunges in for an attack, grabbing Namjoon by his armor and throwing him over his shoulder.

But even through the armor, Namjoon manages to spread out his wings, locking the fall as he slides through the dirt.

"You killed my mother!"

"So?!"

"SO?!!"

Hoseok feels himself shaking with rage, his hands clenching around his sword. He rushes forward in nothing but a green flash, his eyes glowing bright green with judgement as he aims the blade against the Blood Elf's throat.

Namjoon sighs deeply at the feeling, a dark sinister smirk crawling on his lips. "My master wants your head."

"He may have yours."

"Do me a favor." Namjoon growls. "Stop trying to be heroic."

"I am not--"

"Listen, Elf, your species were once our own. Part of our dimension. Why did your species abandon your home?!"

Hoseok scoffs, pressing the blade harder. "I was born after that happened and I have no interest in knowing why. I'm happy in the lands of death and you took what made me the happiest."

"Elf, you have no right to complain."

"I DO!!"

"Your mother is dead! Sure! But my family was slaughtered! Those pesky demons took everything from me, but you don't see me sitting here and mourning. You see me fighting for my master, for the only thing close to me as family."

Hoseok hisses loudly. "Then why did you not avenge them?" He grumbles. "What have you done, what have you given to be part of such a tyranny?"

Namjoon grabs onto his blade, connecting it with Hoseok's neck, slowly sliding it past the pale skin. "I've given what I had to give. I've done what I had to do. I'm happy serving my master. I am a Demon Hunter and proud to be. What are you proud of, Death Knight?"

Hoseok opens his mouth to answer, but closes it again. What is he proud of? What has he done that he is proud of?

Killing innocents? Killing criminals?

No. He brings pain and pressure onto his own team by trying to be proud. But really... he is just desperate for pride. Desperate for self-love.

He lowers his sword, shaking his head slowly. Sighing, he rips the bandage off his neck, revealing the many scars he had hidden.

"Do it then." He sighs. "Kill me."

Namjoon presses the blade closer. His master will be proud of him. He's a Blood Elf by nature, this shouldn't be an issue.

But seeing that sad, hopeless look in his cold dead eyes, the wish to be killed by the elf he wanted to end.

Seeing this, Namjoon lowers his blade as well, holding out his hand.

"No." He says. "I will not grant you the death you wish for. You still have a purpose in this life. Come with me, elf, let my master show you a path you can truly walk. That you are worth of walking."

Hoseok grabs Namjoon's blade, setting it back against his throat. "No. I am not worthy. I'm only a child in the body of a grown elf. I refuse to let you fail your mission."

"You failed to kill me." Namjoon counters. "Now I fail to kill you. Isn't this something you want? Something you need? Family? The demons have not yet left our lands, and until they do, we shall seize to exist. I tell you, elf, join me. I'll be your brother in war and outside of it."

Hoseok looks up at him. "Who are you? Why are you letting me go? Please your master as I failed my king, race, and family."

"My name is Namjoon. I desire to help, that is what Demon Hunters do."

"Fool." Hoseok scowls. "You Demon Hunters are nothing but killers."

Namjoon grins a little at him. "Anyone who I killed deserved death. Your mother attacked me. I only do what I must, and clearly so do you."

"Just kill me."

"Come with me."

Hoseok looks down with a sigh. Perhaps he should. He has no family left. No desire left to stay in this paradox of war and self-hatred.

With a hesitant nod, Hoseok lays his hand in Namjoon's.

"The name's Hoseok." He mumbles. "A Blood Elf."

Namjoon grins at him. "Stay here. I'll inform my team we'll return. My mission was to kill you, but I think retrieving you will not be an issue either."

"What about your team?"

"They have each other. I'm not part of their team. I joined to find you. My mission was you. Not them."

Hoseok scoffs, giving him a slight grin. "Fine. Let me face the wrath of your leader. Go tell them."

Namjoon grins at him, spreading his wings and climbing up the tree. "I'll see you in a few. Stay."

"I'm not a horse."

"And I'm not your ride."

Hoseok smiles at him as he watches the elf lunge forward and glide over to the group, running forward in the last bit.

The elf watches him, slowly reaching out to his waist. He shivers. What Tigress told him. To let go of himself. Maybe it's time to do so now that nothing awaits him.

To find his path. To fly his way.

The memories he has from his father, from his sister. His mother... He rejected them. He rejected what he was.

He looks back again at the elf, slowly taking off the heavy armor on his body, leaving him in the simple undersuit.

He gives Namjoon a quiet smile as he runs back.

"Since my wings aren't able to fly, we're going to have to share a dragon. You up to get on the same beast as me?"

"I... I can fly on my own."

"The others have to get back too--"

"I have wings, Namjoon." Hoseok chuckles. "I can fly."

Namjoon stares at him, dumbfounded. "What?"

Hoseok smiles. "I have wings..."

"I heard that. Why didn't you chase after me when you wanted to get to me back in our realm?"

"I... I rejected that part of me." Hoseok says softly. "But that's a story for another time. I've accepted what I am. Even though it took me a while."

Namjoon stares at him in utter confusion. Why would you reject a body part that's there for more agility? For escapes and attacks.

He can't find a single reason, even more shocked by the sharp belts that hold Hoseok's wings down as soon as he takes off his shirt.

He wasn't even able to pull his wings back like them.

"You destroyed yourself for it."

"I hated them."

"But why?!"

"Can we not talk about this?" Hoseok sighs, relaxing in pure relief and bliss when his wings are freed.

The muscle aches, the pain. It's all over.

Unlike Namjoon's back wings, Hoseok's are the same, but they're a bit more dull of color, and they're still fully able to fly, unlike Namjoon's hoe filled wings.

"You really are a Blood Elf..." Namjoon scoffs. "I thought you were a Night Elf?"

Hoseok nods, waiting for Namjoon to jump on a dragon and spreading his wings to follow.

It's been a while since he flew.

"So. Why did you decide to leave?" Namjoon asks, grinning as they've nearly arrived back at the portal.

His fingers are twitching the seal, not being able to wait for his master to see what he has accomplished.

"My father was a different species. A Blood Elf species. I got his gen."

"Than why did you reject them?"

Hoseok frowns. "Father passed away. I was afraid to use my wings. Half breeds are a sin where I was born. They drove my father to release himself. My mother used to visit him every day in the Realm of the Dead. I... I was too scared."

"There is nothing wrong with fearing something."

"I know. I just... didn't know back then."

Namjoon looks at him, deciding to leave it at that. Even he knows some things must not be spoken of.

In silence they land, Hoseok pulling his wings back and Namjoon freeing the dragonic.

Namjoon looks at the elf. He still looks as if he made a mistake. As if he's not sure anymore.

Namjoon just lays his hand on his shoulder. "You'll be okay."

"I... I know..."

Smiling a little, Namjoon opens the portal, taking Hoseok's hand and pulling him through.

The flash is dizzying, but Hoseok knows that smell.

A smile crawls on his face at the memories. Those happy, and less happy.

Namjoon looks down at him, scoffing at his wide eyed stare. His master was waiting for them, but not by far close.

"You've been here plenty. Come on."

Hoseok looks up at the older who jumps off the cliff, gliding past the edge with his wings.

Hoseok follows. Although his wings are still full and strong, he can still fly normally, whilst Namjoon's wings are filled with tiny little holes that don't allow him that flight.

Namjoon looks at him, longing for the flight that Hoseok has.

Their reach for Namjoon's master isn't long, and Hoseok nearly cowers under the sharp sinful gaze.

"You brought him... alive?"

Namjoon bows down with a nod. "Yes, master. I bring you an ally."

"An ally?"

Hoseok quickly follows Namjoon's lead, bowing down as well.

"So you do not wish to avenge your mother, Death Knight?"

Hoseok shivers, and shakes his head. "No... I wish to... follow my roots."

"Elaborate, child."

Namjoon sits up, and Hoseok follows. He explains his story. From his birth, to his secrecy, to his father's death, and his mother's death. His joining with the Alliance and the Death Knights.

But now it's all gone.

"I don't want to hold back anymore. I want you to lead me. I want you to be my master. I want you to guide me through how I can be useful to you."

Namjoon grins a little, smiling at Hoseok's voice.

"I am a Blood Elf. And I want to be more! I want to be a Demon Hunter and help you through your war! I want to die for you like I'm meant to, serving a master worthy of my life! I may not have horns, but I have wings. I have courage, and I have strength and skill. I can be of use. So please, master, give me a chance to stay beside you."

There are a few seconds of silence, when Seokjin suddenly chuckles and starts to laugh.

"Namjoon! You have truly outdone yourself!"

Namjoon looks up, smiling proudly.

"Bringing me a follower, how graceful and loyal. Yes, child, yes. You are allowed to join us in our war, you are allowed to fight for us! You will fight with us! I am grateful for your strength."

Hoseok sighs in relief.

"Whether you have no horns, do not look like us. That isn't important. Your loyalty is what matters."

"And you have it, master." Hoseok says immediately. "You have my loyalty. My undying loyalty even!"

"Good."

Seokjin tells them to stand. He orders Namjoon to take Hoseok with him and teach him the basics of their weapon and their next attack strategy on the demons.

Namjoon gratefully does so.

°•●•°

"... During three hours into the fight, the Shadow Walkers shall sneak behind the enemy lines and kill the queen, leaving a hole for the Trials to come through and not allow a new one to form."

Namjoon has finished explaining. Hoseok had listened thoughtfully and attentively, nodding and understanding.

"So what group am I in?" He asks, playing a bit with the cloth in his hands.

"I feel like you would fit with the Ghosts. Taking out flanks. You're talented and skilled. You could easily lead--"

The loud horn of assembling rings through their ears.

Hoseok grins, ready for his first attack as a Demon Hunter.

He grabs Namjoon by his neck and pulls him in for a short but deep kiss before smirking and flying off.

Namjoon is left baffled, his lips warm with the touch. He quickly chases after the elf, planning on asking him later and maybe taking back at him.

•=|THE END|=•

Questions of the Chapter:

Why would demons attack?

Why would Seokjin request allies outside their realm?

Why would Seokjin send Namjoon but not go himself?

Why do Night Elves need revenge from tradition?

Why was Hoseok denying his Blood Elf gen?

Why did he decide to join Namjoon to home?

Why did Namjoon refuse to kill Hoseok?

What purpose does King Jungkook have?

Who is Tigress to Hoseok?

Inspired by World Of Warcraft. It's free! Go play it, it's awesome!

Demon Hunters -
• Blood Elves who joined their leader Seokjin to kill the pesky demons who tried to take over their realm
• Double sided blades
•Horns and retractable wings

Death Knights -
• An Alliance group who takes souls for energy and later discard them to sell to undead and/or other species
• Soul sword
• Can enter the realm of the dead

Vulpera -
• Small fox-like critters who are incredibly handy but also have no boundaries. They work for no one and are not to be trusted unless bribed by food.
• Any weapon but most used are bows and daggers
• Fast climbing and agility skills

Undead -
• Infected from thousands of years ago. Their species evolved into undead. Hungry flesh eating armies who roam their share of the Broken Isles
• Usually their hands, but other times they use magic
• They can morph into a better human form which takes energy, but is safer to be around

Pandaren -
• Panda-like creatures who lived on an island years ago. Some still do, but other decided to pick a side. These creatures are very peaceful and patient and skilled, and definitely not to be messed with or they'll cook you right up
• Mostly hands and feet or staffs and magic
• They can transfer chi around them into energy and cast it

This was written before I actually learned the species and stories so don't mind how I changed them up.