day.
crossroad demon, half human.
he must have lived for centuries now, with days and years bleeding together as though as they are the same. they feel the same.
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day,
him/his.
naturally, day disguises himself on an everyday basis to seek for vulnerable prospects. he submerges himself into different roles as required and follows wherever he senses a strong desire calling.
as a half demon, there's limitations as to what he can do. for a human who's been enslaved to a demon to conduct deals, he can sense desires and vulnerability from humans to know who are his easy targets to prey on for deals, just like how he was found.
for basics, day's abilities enable him to fast-travel, teleporting as he wishes and simple, small scaled telekinesis.
he does not feast on human beings, on contrary to popular beliefs. what's left of his core inside of him still keeps him human, though barely, as he still feels the need to dine just like any other human beings.
having been a crossroad demon for centuries, he has long learned to not rush himself and is always taking his time with his prospects. he does not communicate with people solely for deals, and simply keeps a casual lookout most of the time.
→ likes rainy days, cooling weather, lounging in a pool and spending an unhealthy amount of time in the tub since his skin does not shrivel.
→ likes to change identities as he wishes and experiences different envrionment (spoiler alert: not really).
→ likes exercising. not that he actually needs to, but the act of it is sometimes relieving as he's oddly addicted to the way he can feel and hear himself b r e a t h i n g . he hits the gym and the pool rather often when he's not taking long jogs around where he lives.
→ likes to trick unethical humans into unfair deals.
→ likes to be free.
→ dislikes rude attitude, nosiness and arrogance. generally, day simply looks down upon distasteful acts.
→ dislikes loud environments, but he makes do with it regardless. there's no avoiding them, sometimes.
→ dislikes his personal space being invaded.
→ dislikes carrots. not even centuries could change his mind.
day,
past.
born and raised in a world that's more than a century ago, day remembers when he's nothing more than a plain human, serving as a bodyguard for the king's illegitimate son with a courtesan. he was real— his name, his smile and his life back then, everything was real. wol, he used to responded to, his name utterly plain and yet felt so special when the prince called out for him. yes, as fate would used to like to toy with him, he was in love with the prince at a time the world would have no place for a person like him.
love letters were written but never sealed and sent, for this was a secret he had sworn himself to guarding as well. happiness back then seemed reachable and simple, just by protecting the person he valued the most would simply mean more.
a part of him had assumed this was how he would be spending the rest of his life, in a rather cold and quiet palace that only a despised prince and his trusted servants reside in. it was a future he envisioned everyday and was contented with— but of course nothing ever went as planned. with the king starting to warm up to the son he had previously deserted, anger seethed in the queen who sought for ways to discredit the despicable stain who she had always wanted to remove.
with the prince's upright and admirable behavior, of course she could find nothing to incriminate the poor prince with, until she started digging into every loyal servant of his — and just like that, the buried love letters became their fatal mistake. he still remembered the nights he wrote the letters, with his feelings warm and fond under his chest. it didn't feel like he was spinning a dangerous web for the prince to fall into, but as his trusted guard, he should had never been that careless.
everyone was quick to assume he had a relationship with his prince, spending scandalous and revolting years while no one paid them attention. lies were spun and stories were made up, and just like that he became the reason why the person he's held the dearest to his heart was thrown into prison, his title stripped.
"you will be sentenced to death tomorrow," a prison guard revealed when it's late at night. he accepted his fate and didn't raise any objections, for that he truly believed this was a punishment he deserved for having been so careless and foolish. what threw him off was what the guard had to say after, when he learned that the prince was going to face the same outcome, death, even if he had been innocent— even if the prince had never been capable of anything evil and terrible. he had always been kind, too kind, and to think he would meet a downfall he didn't deserve? it's nauseating.
this could be a memory day would never be willing to speak about. he remembered the way he was pulling at the guard through the bars, begging and crying for the prince's mercy. take his life if anyone would, take it twice and take everything he owned. let his body rot in the public, let him be tormented and let him suffer— let everything fall on him but the prince, for that he's innocent and possibly the only good thing in his life. the prison guard didn't budge, but of course, and yet he remembered breaking down as his body shook with anger and sadness.
i'll do anything, he swore, and that's when he noticed darkness filling the prison guard's eyes. the sympathetic and apologetic expression was wiped entirely, the look in his eyes so different he could simply mistake the guard for someone else if not for how he had been standing right there with him all along.
"you're willing to do anything?" the guard's eyes were black entirely and there's an awful gut feeling that he must be talking to someone else at the moment.
"... say, what if the price is your soul?"
day,
present.
with the world he was born into now nothing but a far away history to everyone, day lives. he outlived everyone he had cared and loved for. he witnessed changes, from the smallest to the biggest— and while he initially compared to the dramatic future the prince would use to envision with him, all sentimental and bittersweet, now he takes every change as it is. it's not going to be the last change he shall have to adapt to. he is nowhere near upholding the end of the deal he has made with the demon after all, and for every day he hasn't closed a million deals, every day he shall breathe and live as a crossroad demon — like the one who had claimed his rights and enslaved him for centuries.
he's nowhere a demon like the other is, strong and intimidating, and yet now he's gained several abilities he has never been able to accomplish as a mere human being. a half of both, left to wander in this world all alone.
day,
connections.
one. coming soon!
— to be updated!
two. coming soon!
— under works.
three. coming soon!
— under works.
four. coming soon!
— under works.