Cheonsa had to focus and ask herself- what do you do when you find an attractive boy sitting inside your one-room apartment?
Would it be rude to just ask him?
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"How pitiful," she hummed, "Do you want me to help y...
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The little child let out a blood-curdling scream and desperately attempted to crawl away from the demon. However, Cheonsa swiftly seized her leg before she could escape. Her talon-like nails pierced into the child's delicate skin, causing her to cry out in agony. With a firm grip, Cheonsa began dragging her further into the depths of the alley. The shrill scream cut through the silent night causing a momentary discomfort to Cheonsa's sensitive ears.
"It's not like I'm cutting you open. I just want your soul. Oh, but please, feel free to be overly dramatic," Cheonsa scoffed, her voice laced with biting sarcasm. With her slender fingers, she firmly clasped the poor girl's neck, exerting a chilling grip.
"I mean, seriously, have you ever seen bloodstains? They're such a hassle to clean up. Ugh, one of my biggest pet peeves," Cheonsa rambled on all while the little girl shivered in fear.
She felt an insatiable hunger gnawing at her, a hunger that had been growing for years. Human food no longer satisfied her. It was the taste of souls that made her feel truly alive, invigorating her with power and increasing her hunger.
Cheonsa's mouth widened into a ravenous grin as she began to consume the girl's soul. The expression on her face was one of pure ecstasy, intoxicated by the taste of the essence. With each sip, her craving only intensified, driving her to devour more. She continued the feast until the little child's body hung lifelessly in her arms. Cheonsa gazed upon her handiwork with a twisted sense of amazement, while the vacant gaze of the cold, lifeless body stared blankly at the sky above.
It was almost funny how easy it was to end a life. All it took was a meal. The simplicity of it all brought a twisted amusement to Cheonsa's lips, and she couldn't help but giggle in morbid excitement. However, her enjoyment was short-lived as her keen ears detected a faint movement behind her. She was not surprised by the unwanted presence, just disappointed.
"Oh, look who decided to show up and spoil my delightful dinner," Cheonsa scoffed, tossing the lifeless body of the girl aside with exaggerated annoyance.
A boy, barely out of his teenage years, stood at the entrance of the alley, silent and unmoving. The moonlight cast an ethereal glow on his gleaming sword, held with a firm and confident grip. Cheonsa couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of discomfort in her stomach at the sight of him. She hated royal blood.
Cheonsa dramatically flipped her hair and struck a pose, placing her hand on her hip. "Oh, look who decided to show up. How long have you been lurking in the shadows, admiring my fabulous performance?"
The boy barely blinked, his stoic expression unyielding. Cheonsa wasn't even sure if he had heard her in the first place. Growing more irritated, she cupped her hands in front of her mouth and shouted, her voice filled with exaggerated exasperation, "Is this your new hobby? The great art of standing and observing others minding their own business?"
