born into a rather simple life is what defines kim taehyung. nothing unique to his own character except that he was born into a family of four. an older sister, his mother, and father. of course, this family was idealistic. loved from the outside because families who have always taken pictures of one another and smile must have meant love, kindness, and honesty. an unfortunate lie to ease their audience. no-- there wasn't neglect, cheaters, and/or abuse. none of that occured. there was love but there was also nothing. absolutely nothing to them. empty. blank. at least on his parent's side-- that's how it always felt like. how could they not notice that his dear beautiful sister was getting hurt? how could they look and turned their eyes away? from that point, he learned the perfect word to describe his parents: ignorant. 

 

one askes, how could kim taehyung speak down to his parents in that form; with disgust reaching his dastadly brown hues. that's when he learns a second word to describe his feelings over the abuse; anger. an unquestionable rage soaking down his skin demanding for his fingers to twitch over the male's neck- see his eyes fluttering, feel the man's bony fingers over his own hand; desperate moans and half-worded pleas escaping his mouth (oh, the sound is beautiful, isn't it? don't you agree?) but no. he can't. it's not that easy. it was never planned. his death was never planned because he stands by it; a crime of passion. anger. hatred. he wasn't in the right state of mind to plan out a murder as horrific as that. 

 

'50 stab wounds' they said. 'a pool of blood' they retold. or at least that's what the news said. blood soaken hands, shirt stained with blood that there was a chance that it could have been his or the man. it was a simple murder. cut and clear and soon enough once his sister finds out. well- that's the end for them and their relationship because she had loved. she had justified the marks and bruises. the verbal beatdowns. all of it.  and if she doesn't find out through him, the cops will find out and prison time is clear. he didn't know how to remove the traces of the murder. he was screwed and his heart had already felt a heavy load, a struggle to breathe knowing he had d o n e that. he had learned the word 'love'. love had comiited the act.

 

so, he drowned himself. simple and easy to the point with a couple of sleeping pills to allow him to relax. it was supposed to be fine. and while, taehyung never considered himself religious, he thought he was going to be fine just until his eyes fluttered open, mouth parting and lips shaking, his lungs desperate for oxygen as if he was still drowning but no, not anymore. fiery pits, unfathomable heat, thorns around his heart. this is what death truly meant, he learned. he learned the word 'death'. 

 

he learns the word 'empty' not much later. how hell loves to toy around with minds who are weaker. those who combust within a few days or years- he never learned the concept of time in hell. for him, he was considered in that category. bred into never truly understanding torture, murder, - it was easy to toy with his mind. though, he would have to admit, the only shred of humanity he had felt was when lucifer, his 'king' stripped his humanity away and made him a knight. the knight of hell. to this day, he doesn't understand why he was chosen but it does not take away that he was any less grateful. by showing his thanks-- now he's the one conducting the torture.  

 

though, don't let this distract you that there's an uprising happening. and he'll lead it. and he'll change hell. and he will find a way to end lucifer's regime. 

adaptable. it wasn't hard to find taehyung rising in the ranks of the system easily. he's grown use to the mechanisms of hell. even a simpleton can understand that. though, human emotions tend the distract others; that's not a problem for him. optimistic. completely fond of his own belief of removing lucifer from his throne. faith in his own abilities. childlike. loud and active. almost puppy-like. this is how he endearns the humans to making the deals with him. how he recieves the days of their youth. addictive. easily addicted to materialistic things from humans as a reminder of what he once had. always wanting and never sharing. once he has a whiff of it, he wants more and more of it. observant. a keen eye has always developed in his time in hell. sharpen eyes, a fork tongue as he watches his new prey waltzing in. impish. naughty in all type of forms. manipulation and tricks are his middle name and always the one to start this jokes for a good laugh. it's no surprise that demons hate him.