The air was thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and the stinging remnants of death. Jungkook stood at the edge of the ravaged village, his gaze sweeping over the devastation left by the demon raid. Homes smoldered in ruins, bodies twisted in unnatural positions, their lives snuffed out in an instant.

He inhaled deeply, ragged breaths biting at his chest. His fists tightened around the hilt of his sword, the familiar ache of battle still pulsing through his limbs. But it was the fury inside him that burned brightest-fury for the innocent lives lost, for the souls torn from their homes.

The screams echoed in his mind, mingling with the sickening laughter of the demon who had torn through the village like a storm. It was always the same. Demons. Murderers. Monsters. He had hunted them since he could walk, trained by his father- the legendary hunter who had died fighting them, leaving Jungkook to carry on the family's relentless mission. Demons were an abomination, and his father's death only solidified that truth.

A growl of frustration slipped past his lips as his gaze flicked to the horizon. His fingers flexed, yearning for the fight. He needed to kill. Needed to avenge the lives lost. But then something shifted. A figure in the shadows of a burned-out building caught his eye. A demon.

Your hair, long and dark as the night, shimmered in the dying light. Your crimson eyes met his, burning with an intensity that tightened his chest. You were the last thing he expected to see here. For a heartbeat, your gazes locked, and in that moment, he felt something unfamiliar.

But rage surged through him, hot and wild. You were a demon, after all. "You're the one who did this, aren't you? You demons never know when to stop," he growled, his voice low, his teeth gritted in fury. "Don't play games with me. I know who you are. What you are. Your kind... you're all killers," he spat, stepping toward you, each movement fueled by the blinding fire of vengeance.