Doctor Demon

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Inside the walls of a vast manor was a dimly lit room with three people in it. A fire was lit in the middle of the room, reflecting on the red marble walls which were adding a fiendish aura to the place. The three people sat in a circle, surrounding the flames which were dancing dangerously. On one side was the picture of a blonde young man in his late twenties. He had a charming smile and seductive blue eyes on which the flames were being illuminated.

On the opposite side was a man wearing a red cloak. He wore several colorful chains and beads but his eyes were darker than the night. The man's hair was messy and dirty as if not washed for many years and he stank like trash. But he was staring intently at the picture as if challenging it.

On either side of him sat two people, a middle aged couple. The man was dressed in a fine suit made by a designer. He had blue eyes like the man in the picture with dirty blonde hair. His wife had dark hair with grey colored eyes and she had a dignified aura about her. But her eyes were cold and calculative with a hint of a desperate plea.

She was staring at the shaman who had given them so many hopes. It was their only chance and they could not mess it up.

"How long will it take?" she asked the shaman. "We've been trying for a year-"

"Shh!" her husband shushed her. "Let him work."

The shaman was still staring at the picture like he had been for the past hour. He was gathering the spirit energy in that house, putting it all in the ritual he was performing. The couple were anxious, looking at him with hope.

Finally, the shaman spoke up.

"Your son's answer is the same," he declared. "Either bring her to him otherwise he'll not come back."

"But we can't find her anywhere!" the woman shrieked. "I...Doesn't he care for his mother at all?"

"Your son's obsession is well past death!" the shaman snapped at her. "You should be ashamed of giving birth to such a heinous creature! And now, he only wants her. Either bring her to him or incur his wrath."

The husband cursed out loud and stared at his son's picture. His son, his precious boy, was his whole world. It grieved him to no end when his son was untimely taken away from him. The only heir to his vast empire was gone and they were left with nothing!

"We don't have a choice, Ciara," he said in a bitter tone. "Sungki only wants her. We'll have to bring her back to him and fulfill his last wish."

"But my son...how could that bitch do this to him?" Ciara hissed. She loathed that girl. That girl ruined her son and took away their happiness. To think that even in death, he loved her was making Ciara blind with anger. That girl was the reason for this state of theirs!

"We'll have to find Jisoo at all cost," her husband, Youngjoon said, feeling equally bitter. "If we don't find her, then he'll not free us from the curse. We must find her!"

"Once she's found, I'll start the ritual," the shaman stated. "If you want his spirit to lift the curse then you must bring her back to him. Once she's back, I'll be able to do as he wishes."

He stood up and bowed before the couple. Ciara and Youngjoon nodded as the shaman took his leave. He passed through the long corridor as if slithering like a snake. The man was shrouded in mystery and his eyes were fixated ahead. Stepping into the sun, he winced.

The shaman paused and glanced at the English style manor in front of him. It might look like an architectural beauty but the dark energy emitting from it was getting stronger everyday. For years, the darkness had seeped into it like a spider's web, covering it under its grasp. The spirit which cursed the family was not going to lay low and was seeking the thing which he believed to be rightfully his even after death.

A soft whisper was playing in the shaman's ears and a cold sensation swept by.

"Ming...Jisoo…" it said to him. "Bring me...Ming Jisoo…"

The entity disappeared again, leaving the shaman in a deep thought. The child of a demon...All he needed was the child of a demon…

Soon, he thought and walked away, leaving the manor behind him.

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"Coming!" Hobin exclaimed. He was in his house, cleaning up when he heard the door knock. To his surprise, it was Siwan.

"Wanna have a drink with your brother?" Siwan smirked. He held up a bag full of beer cans. Hobin could not look him in the eye. He was guilty for what he did and had been avoiding going outside. In fact, he ignored Siwan's calls all day which only added to his guilt.

How could he tell his brother that he kissed his girlfriend? Siwan was going to be crushed.

"I'm cleaning up," he mumbled but Siwan barged into his house anyway.

"I'll help then," he offered, picking up a mop. But Hobin shook his head and took the mop from him.

"I can't let you do that. Fine! Let's just have a drink right now."

Did Jina tell him about the incident? Judging by Siwan's smile, it was obvious that he was still unaware of what happened and Hobin was not keen on telling him either. He did not want to ruin Jina and Siwan's relationship.

"How are you feeling now?" Siwan asked, handing him a can. "Any more heart problems?"

"I'm fine," Hobin muttered, taking the can. He opened it and took a long sip. Siwan noticed that Hobin was fidgeting nervously and avoiding his gaze.

"You're not. You're not fine at all."

Siwan was giving him a stern look, not flinching. Hobin was only wallowing more in guilt, not wanting to ruin his brother's happiness. He looked directly at Siwan and lied through his teeth.

"I'm fine. Really! I'm feeling good-"

"Is it because of Jina?"

There was a long stretch of silence between them. Hobin was shocked. Did he know?

Siwan let out a loud sigh and poked his brother's forehead. "Listen up, you little bean," he said in a calm tone. "You really think that I won't know what you're feeling? I'm your elder brother, you moron. You might be able to read minds but I can read you. Nothing remains unnoticed."

He flicked Hobin on the forehead, making the latter wince.

"I don't like the Tinkerbell," Hobin lied but Siwan only laughed.

"Your feelings are all over your face, idiot!" he snickered. "I can just see it. You're totally into her. Otherwise why else would you spend so much time with her? She calls you whenever she's in trouble. You listen to her whenever she needs a friend. And you even trusted her enough to tell her about your abilities. You don't think I don't know?"

"Still, I tried my luck with her too," Siwan went on, feeling a little sad. "Yes. I like her as well and I asked her out."

Hobin did not say anything but took another gulp of the beer.

"And she turned me down," Siwan revealed.