Veil Of Vengeance~
~Chapter 1: Filthy Monster~
~They all thought I was the villain, but maybe I was just the product of their own making~
The moon casts a chilling light over the abandoned warehouse, illuminating the grim scene within. The night was cold, but the air was thick with a different kind of heat—vengeance.
Each thrust of the knife echoed through the empty space, a grotesque symphony of pain. The victim's screams, once vibrant and full of life, had turned into pitiful gasps.
~Kim Taehyung~
I hope you rot in hell.
The attacker spat, his voice laced with venom. The man on the ground, blood pooling beneath him, tried to speak through the agony,
~Charlie(ML)~
Ahh... why a..re y..ou doi...doing t.this?
The attacker’s grin widened as he leaned in closer
~Kim Taehyung~
I think you know exactly why.
The last desperate plea for help went unanswered. In his final moments, the victim's eyes glazed over, reflecting the cold, merciless darkness around him. He died alone, abandoned by the world and forsaken by fate.
Hours later, the killer returned home, still drenched in the aftermath of his deeds. His sister, frantic and worried, confronted him,
~Aria(Tae's sister,FL)~
Have you seen Charlie? He’s not even answering my calls.😟
The man turned to her, his face contorted into a disturbing, twisted grin. He tilted his head, savoring the fear in her eyes.
~Kim Taehyung~
Do you want to meet him? *coldly
The girl’s annoyance gave way to fear.
~Aria(Tae's sister,FL)~
Just tell me the fuck where my Charlie is!!
Without a word, he pulled out a knife, the blade gleaming ominously. He advanced towards her with deliberate, measured steps.
~Kim Taehyung~
I will make you meet him in hell. *his tone icy.
The first cut was precise, a slash to her arm. Her scream pierced the night, a cry of sheer terror and pain.
~Aria(Tae's sister,FL)~
AHhhahahhh
Her voice echoed, but help was far from reach. Just as he raised the knife again, the front door burst open. Her parents and brother stormed in, their faces painted with horror
The mother rushed to her daughter, cradling her as tears streamed down her face.
~Kim Ji-Eun(Tae's mother)~
Oh dear, what happened?
~Kim Ji-Eun(Tae's mother)~
The father, a man whose patience had worn thin, glared at the intruder with unrestrained rage.
~Kim MinHo(Tae's father)~
You filthy monster! How dare you harm my daughter!
The sound of slaps rang out, each one punctuating his fury. The father’s anger, palpable and raw, was a stark contrast to the man’s cold, detached demeanor.
The brother, a young man driven by vengeance, yelled
~Kim Min-Jae(Tae's brother)~
Dad, kill this bastard! He tried to kill my sister !
~Chapter 2: Death~
~Was I born a monster, or did they make me this way?~
The father’s disappointment was evident. He turned to his son, shaking his head in disbelief.
~Kim MinHo(Tae's father)~
I’m disappointed in you. This is not how we handle things.
His voice, though firm, held a note of sorrow.
The killer's fate was sealed that night. The very night he had committed his heinous crime was the night he met his end.
His death was brutal—his limbs shattered, his body dismembered in a gruesome display of retribution. The community, relieved to see justice served, felt a grim satisfaction. He had been a villain, deserving of his grim fate, his actions unforgivable
His family’s reaction was one of disbelief and denial. His first brother and sister-in-law, shocked and horrified, struggled to accept that he could be capable of such cruelty. Despite their initial doubts, their voices were drowned out by the overwhelming judgment of the rest of the family.
~Kim Namjoon(Tae's brother)~
.......
~Kim Namjoon(Tae's brother)~
(My taetae can't do this.)
In the aftermath, the sister tried to move on. She embraced a new chapter of her life, finding joy with her husband and their young daughter. The wounds of the past slowly healed, and the family found solace in their newfound happiness. The story, in its twisted way, had a semblance of a happy ending.
But as the narrative of this tragic night echoes through the corridors of time, one truth remains stark and unforgiving. The man who had caused so much suffering had been a despicable, heartless villain. His actions were not just a betrayal of family, but an embodiment of malevolence. His lack of regard for his own sister, his cold, calculated cruelty—it all painted a picture of a man who had truly earned his place in the darkest corners of the abyss.
~Chapter 3: Based on a true event~
~Things are far beyond what we see or read—power lies in the shadows, where the real story unfolds~
In a dimly lit room, where shadows danced with the flickering light of a single lamp, a man reclined on a plush sofa, lost in the pages of a book titled •"Always a Happy Ending"•
His posture was relaxed, but his focus was intense. The book’s narrative, intended to be a tale of redemption and joy, seemed to gnaw at his patience.
As he turned the pages, his brow furrowed, and his lips curled into a disdainful sneer.
~Kim Taehyung(V)~
So, in the end, Aria gets her happy ending with her family
~Kim Taehyung(V)~
Based on a true event, huh?
~Kim Taehyung(V)~
This novel is a bullshit of a novel
With a frustrated huff, he hurled the book into the crackling fireplace. The flames eagerly consumed the pages, devouring the story that had failed to satisfy him
V's irritation was palpable. As the book’s ashes swirled in the firelight, another figure emerged from the shadows—a man who had been silently observing. He stepped forward, breaking the uneasy silence.
~Richie(V's right hand man)~
That book really was something else!! ಠ益ಠ
~Kim Taehyung(V)~
What are you doing here?
V demanded, his tone sharp and dismissive.
~Richie(V's right hand man)~
Oh, well, everything is settled now. The drug dealers are caught. That’s good news, right? ( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°)
~Kim Taehyung(V)~
That’s good, but it doesn’t explain why you’re here. ತ_ʖತ
~Richie(V's right hand man)~
I’m here to sleep
~Kim Taehyung(V)~
Then do it in your damn house!!
V snapped, his patience wearing thin
~Richie(V's right hand man)~
Ah No!~
~Richie(V's right hand man)~
Good night ~
Without another word, they each retreated to their separate rooms, the weight of their shared annoyance hanging heavily in the air.
As the night deepened, the man found himself tossing restlessly in his bed. His dreams were a tumultuous whirlpool of fragmented images and disjointed thoughts.
As the dream shifted, he found himself confronting his own reflection, staring back at him with eyes filled with a deep, unsettling sadness. The image spoke volumes without words, conveying a sense of futility and disillusionment. He seemed to be seeing his own self.
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