🐦‍🔥 I won't let you burn to ashes 💓KIMCHAY AU 💜

2. Volcano ☄️

Hot. Hot. Hot.

Not physical, unalive as a corpse.

Porchay felt hot. Hot. Hot.

His brain was unable to exist, his view was blurry, his sensation was hidden in the hurry of his pain, his body, his body was not felt.

He was burning. Burning, still burning, the flames didn't disappear. They stayed. They were continuing to burn him even if there was nothing to burn anymore. They crawled around him, in him, through him, under him. They were burning, burning, each inch of his non-existent body was burning, and burning but he wasn't feeling what was burning.

Porchay tried to cry, he wanted to cry, the suffering was unreal, he wanted to die, he would love to die than for this to never end the burning to never stop to burn like this. He didn't feel any water, any drop, any tears. He didn't feel anything at all, it evaporated, again and again. And the expression of his torment was under silence. And no sound could be made, he didn't even try, he didn't feel any muscle for his mouth or anything to shape his own voice.

Kim was here. He could witness his presence. Someone was here, someone.

But it didn't end. It didn't end at all. It was all going, on and on, and on, and he didn't know what to do. On and on.

There was nothing to burn anymore and yet it was still going on...

"You need to say my name boy." Kim said, his eyes piercing through the fog and Porchay didn't hear it totally, he didn't but he could feel it shaking his chest. He could feel his veins throbbing and the heaviness on his back trembling.

He was burning. Burning. Burning. He couldn't concentrate at all. He couldn't. Name. He should say the name. For the pact. The official pact. He needed to pronounce that name. He needed to do it he-

Porchay tried to open the hole which should have been his mouth but he felt the skin cracking in that area, being torn apart by the movement. And his cries couldn't be heard not at all, though he tried his best, his lungs were drowning in the acid his stomach produced.

Tongue. He had no tongue. Nothing. It was burnt to immobility. It was burnt and acting as a statue. He wanted to push on it, to connect his vocal capacities and when the effort he made gave him no result, he pulled up his wrist out of frustration, but his skin was glued.

It was glued to the ground. Glued and it stayed, obligating his hand to be pulled down again. The stretched skin was torture, everything was, Porchay wanted to die, he couldn't he-

The door was opened. Footsteps. Whispers. Someone or some people were here.

"Boy. Come on. I can't help you if you can't help yourself first..."

Name. Name. Die. Die. Dying. Die. Now. Dying.

Crystal.

It came through his vision. It wasn't that far from him. Porsche. Phi Kinn. He needed to talk. He needed to find a way to keep his brother's soul safe. He needed to do it. He needed to. Not for himself, for someone else and it gave him more strength.

"The fuck is happening here? Did he...die like this?" A voice was piercing his ears, hurting it as the skin wasn't protecting his organs anymore.

"That's...disgusting..." Another man said.

"Is he really dead?"

"Would you survive in that state?"

"But we aren't super whatever family power thing."

They were witnessing a phoenix who hadn't completed his resurrection. His wings were still made of bones. His skin had melted. His human shape couldn't be spotted easily. The flames were surrounding him, the fog was hard to smell and to see through.