forsaken prayers.

KIM ARYAN!

aryan hangyeol kim. born 26 march. twenty-one twenty-four, he guesses. agender. he/him/his. gay.

WHO WHAT ARE YOU?

tell me again, this tale of damnation you pray. has god forsaken you : no, you have only ever had to leave yourself behind. sullen worshipper.

MUN (he/him) is 18. mirrored &&. advanced lit. short novella writing style. open to plot and banter. mun is a full-time college student, activity is sporadic. highly selective to no dms. ENG/INA.trigger warnings for written content including (but not limited to) themes such as violence, gore, death, and HEAVY religion. themes may or may not be tagged. please do not follow if any of these make you uncomfortable.open to pre-established connections, please dm if you're interested.DISCLAIMER. i am in no affiliated with yoon jeonghan, seventeen, pledis or hybe entertainment. this account is purely made for roleplay and personal entertainment.

PRAY TELL AGAIN. WHICH DAMNATION ARE YOU?

aryan, a korean-indonesian who'd been offered a sports scholarship and moved all the way to south korea — only for everything to fall apart months before his graduation, when a permanent injury leaves not only a fucked leg but also a dream shattered.oh, and here's another thing. don't go looking for witches in fever dreams. there's a reason they seek you out; aryan learns that the hard way, swayed over by the promise of bringing his leg back to what it was. desperate, desperate — maybe he'd get this godforsaken life of his back together, too.and godforsaken, it definitely was. remember, humans are way scarier than their actions. this is only made apparent when the witch who took him in strung him along a lie, vulnerability taken for willing cooperation. you cannot escape the darkness when it becomes all you are familiar with. his master had been lying to him all the while, let him cling onto the promise of healing his leg, getting his life back together — only for the fucking sin of pride to come knocking on his doorstep the night of his master's death.what do you know? maybe demons are rather similar to humans after all, the way debt is passed to the person who killed them off, and aryan now at the subject of an unpaid debt his mentor held. some people haunt you even past their fucking deaths, huh?

here is one thing kim aryan learns: humans are way fucking scarier than their actions. it's only the greed both a witch and himself indulged in that led him down this path, after all.

WITCH? YOU'RE A FUCKING DEMON.

what do you do with an unpaid debt to a powerful demon and nothing to your name but spilled blood? you offer everything you have left: yourself.in exchange, Pride had told him, a series of experiments solely for their entertainment — aryan feels like a fucking zombie sometimes. he basically is, the way he's left only a limb by the end of them and brought back to life. over and over and over again, this mundane cycle until the only thing human left is this conscience he clings onto.

aryan is twenty-one when he is turned into a demon. twenty-two when he learns to finally hone his abilities. ( he was told he should stop counting his years soon when they'll span out over eons anyway. he counts. ) he remembers a lazy grin, the peek of a sharp fang past roseate brims. he remembers Pride's name. shin haneul shin haneul shin haneu if there's a fucking god, why did he leave him to deal with this shit?he is twenty-four now and currently working at a café, the services he offers not only include your typical drinks and cakes, but also exclusive ones to grant his clients’ wishes. however, like all special services, nothing ever comes for free. deal with at your own risk.he can grant any wish you'd like.