Something unspeakable would urge me on, and then my heart, although my life was purposeless, started pounding with a kind of hope.

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Jeon Hansung had his future planned before he was even born. As the only son of a man with the title of Storyteller, he was expected to follow in his father’s footsteps. Something he would have seen Hansung accomplish if he had lived enough.Born from Lilith (the Mother of Demons) and stolen as a newborn without her knowledge, he was left at his father's doorstep to be trained and in the future fulfill his kidnapper's plan.At the age of seven, Hansung lost his father in the hands of a group of demons his "mother" was part of. It had been a trap set by the creatures that ended with the lives of his father and his amici, which happened to be the father of Hansung's best friend, Minho. Both boys had witnessed the moment, but only Hansung had been the one truly affected by it. He started having nightmares and despising every demon (himself included). With no one to look after the orphan boys in their home country, they were taken to the Madrid Institute in Spain, where they lived until Hansung slept with the Alpha's girlfriend of the Madrid werewolf pack. He was told to leave to avoid any more conflicts than necessary and he was sent to Mystic Palace along with Minho (now his amici), who accompanied him without a second thought. The two boys grew closer and closer over time, becoming almost inseparable. Hansung's face lit up whenever Minho entered a room and the same was for the other boy. They completed each other. Hansung, being half-demon, feared there was a darkness inside him that would consume him one day and that's one of the reasons he pushed people away. Then there was Minho, so kind and gentle, the boy everyone loved. Hansung described Minho as "the light that guided him through the darkness" and because of that, he felt overprotective of his friend, ready to step between him and any danger that they encounter. Minho is in fact the only person he truly cares about.This love resulted in their marriage, followed by adventures that were marked by kidnappings, Minho's death, and his rescue from Hell by Hansung, but their most important adventure was their daughter: Jeon Jeeyun.
Hansung, now a High Lord of the Water Court in Faerie along with his husband, still has many secrets to discover and demons to face.Hansung has gained a reputation for being a reckless, arrogant, and childish man, always using sarcasm and quick wit. He's aware of his good looks and uses them to his advantage (as a son of Lilith, he is not an incubus but has the beauty of one, and demons under his mother's rule feel a sense of loyalty to him). His attitude is a front that he uses to keep everyone away from him. He'd started hearing the voices at the age of fourteen. It was always the same thing: the voices that called for him, telling him to stop fighting against the darkness. He saw what kind of monsters demons were when he witnessed his father’s death. If he didn’t want to hurt anyone, he had to keep them at arm-length, something that had worked with everyone but Minho. He hadn’t been intimidated by Hansung’s act and somehow understood him like he always seemed to do.
These whispers had not been mere demons taunting him, though, but the echoes of the ancient dragon that lurked deep within his heart tethered to his very soul. A punishment every firstborn male from his family has suffered for centuries.Will he be able to fight the dragon's greed? Resist the thirst that has consumed all of his ancestors?

NAME: Jeon Hansung
ALIAS: Hannie, Hansungie.
DOB: April 17th 1999.
BIRTHPLACE: Daegu, South Korea.
HEIGHT: 179 cm (5′ 10″)
WEIGHT: 79 kg.
ZODIAC SIGN: Aries.
CHINESE ZODIAC SIGN: Earth Rabbit.
SPECIES: Angel/Demon/Darkness Dragon.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Scythe.
PETS: Blue (dog) and Ghost (direwolf).OTHER INFORMATION:
Speaks fluent Korean, Spanish, Latin, Japanese and English.
Lives in his Water Court castle.
Loves spicy food and to be bitten.
Dislikes Balekin.

Hansung is part Dark dragon, a creature associated with and thus, Hell.The Dark Dragon is a truly destructive species. It has the strength above that of all Dragon species and is ferocious in combat. It's claws and teeth are sharper and more deadly that any weapon that has ever been forged and it's hunger and instinct to kill is greater than any predator, including Dragons. It has a unique breath that allows it to exhale darkness and shroud all inside it. This causes confusion to the prey, only for them to be torn apart as the Dragon dives in for the kill. They love to destroy and raid other Dragons lands and humans alike, they do it for fun and to demonstrate their ultimate power. All that would be left of a Dark Dragons wrath would be blood, guts and gore, followed by a silence that not even the dead could understand.
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The colours of the Dark Dragon are deep and bland, black with a few shades of dark grey, sometimes not even that. Dark Dragons live alone and will fight to the death for everything that is theirs. Their only enemy or that one that possesses a real threat is the Light Dragons. (xXDarkestEMOXx). His fire is bright blue and his eyes match the colour of his human form--the only way to recognise him.As a creature connected to darkness and the devil, he possesses Death-Force Manipulation. The power to manipulate the essence of Death, which is present in all mortals throughout the universe.

ORIGINAL WORKS:

𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍,
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋.

Having lived in different Institutes, Hansung could affirm that the Elders did not care about decoration. His guess was that they did not try to make them feel comfortable, for warriors should find comfort in battle, in the justice they implement when their enemies' blood soaks them. The Institute was, after all, a place to rest and train. Unless they were children, it was not common for them to just sit around and do nothing, hobbies were surely a distraction the Elders did not approve of. Like Hansung's piano or Minho's violin. He was surprised they were allowed to keep them in the first place.His footsteps echoed in the long corridor as he marched towards the office, his fists closing and opening by his sides as he attempted to figure out if he had committed a mistake so big that his presence was needed by an Elder. The office was the room where meetings with the Elders were held, it stored a large collection of books about their kind and different sorts of Downwolders, but also a large screen with which they facetimed the higher-ups. For an Elder to come see you in person meant that you had screwed up in the worst way, so the hybrid was almost relieved the message he had received minutes ago was of a 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍.The door was already open when he sauntered in, trying to appear as calm and oblivious as possible, but that facade lasted until he saw Kardan there, with his hands behind his back and a posture so rigid that it reminded him of a stick, that if you try to bend them they will break."Ahh, at last he has arrived. Close the door and step forward, Jeon." The call had already started and judging by the Elder's voice, he was not pleased. How long had they been waiting for him?Kardan barely spared a glance in his direction when Hansung closed the door and joined his side, standing before the screen that displayed a thin old man with snow-white hair, his face worn out by time and battle. He wore a white suit, an uncommon colour for a Storyteller and Hansung wondered if he was mourning the loss of someone, if 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 were supposed to be mourning. They had lost many in the war, but the Elders had never bothered to give their condolences. If he was wearing the colour for them now, he could shove it up his ass."My apologies, Johnson." Hansung bowed his head to the screen. Albert Johnson, a stuck-up Elder Hansung has had to deal with ever since Madrid. He had been the one to send them to this new Institute after his little encounter with the werewolf alpha's lover, and also the one to strike Hansung across the face as a punishment for his actions. That time he had come to see him personally. See. An Elder’s physical presence was always bad news.The man on the other side hummed, studying the two standing Storytellers before he spoke up, "I have requested your presences here for a mission, young boys. Our birds have reported the rise of a new group of demons who think they can take over the Institute too, seeing as how the faeries had it so easy." Hansung raised his head at that, not surprised at the information but at the accusation that it had been their fault for being too weak to defend the Institute. Kardan did not react, his own face expressionless, and the hybrid forced himself to adopt a similar one. Back straight, hands behind and just let every blow come. "Before that happens, I want you two to get in the circle and break it from inside out.""With all due respect, sir, I believe such an important mission should be executed by Minho and I. As amicis, we are better on the battleground when around each other.""Are you implying that Faliq is not worthy enough of a partner for you, Jeon?"Hansung drew in a long breath, “No, but he was imprisoned by the faeries and tortured. His physical and mental state is more important than—""Enough. A Storyteller must always be ready to fight, if not, they should not be a Storyteller at all. I was against you taking part of this mission, Jeon, because you have the hobby to mess up a mission with your impulsiveness, but Carson has not received the necessary training yet, so he would be a nuisance, and you are the only one close enough to Faliq to make this plan work out." His hands began opening and closing again and by the corner of his eyes, he caught Kardan momentarily averting his gaze from the screen to look at him: 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚.This was wrong. He had overseen Kardan's improvement over the last weeks, had made sure he ate enough and trained to build back those muscles. He had worked surprisingly hard, but he was still too slow, too weak. They would need to cover him in runes to make it through a fight. However, Carson—who has grown up among demons—would be suitable for this mission, others too, which told Hansung this was a test for Kardan, to see if he was still worthy."What is the plan, exactly?" Curiosity, that was the only emotion he allowed himself to show, but the rage underneath his words was still there, and Hansung was now glad that the Elder was protected by a screen, far away from his fist."The circle is composed by demons. The rumours claim dozens join every day, and that by the time they finally attack, no wannabe heroes will be able to fight last minute. Posing as a couple, you are to join them, which is why no amici would work for this mission, the couple has to be realistic." And no amici couple could ever be, for their relationship is merely platonic. Hansung knew the rule, it had taunted him in his dreams when he was younger. Another restriction, another rule to follow without questioning. "You must kill their leader, Alastor. He is not easy to reach, so you need to make him trust you. For that part, you will count with help."For the first time, Kardan spoke, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he watched the man that played with their lives as if they were puppets, "Who?""Luckily for you, Lorianne Innako was once very close with Alastor. She will lead you to him.""She is a light creature, sir. I don't think the circle will be welcoming her with open arms." Kardan stared at Hansung openly now, surprised that he had been the one to consider the succubus' safety. Serve and protect, that is what they do.The Elder leaned forward, seemingly miffed by the hybrid's continuous protests, "She’s a succubus that has killed humans before, Jeon. And as she is under our protection now, we are to dispose of her as we wish, or else such protection will disappear. We do not waste our forces on a changed murderer for free. If she doesn’t accept, threaten her." Hansung was about to send the man to Hell when he waved his hand in dismissal, "Now leave. For I have matters to discuss with Faliq, like his brother's stay in the Institute for instance."When Hansung glanced at the other Storyteller, he swore he glimpsed the horror on his face for the briefest moment. He thought that if he touched Kardan, he would snap. Hansung did not bother with a goodbye to Johnson as he turned to exit the room.Zechariah will be fuming, Hansung knew as much. First the Elders left Kardan to his own death when he was held hostage by not sending any help to rescue him and now they were putting his life at risk in some suicidal mission for a test. If the mermaid hybrid did not threaten to cut the Elders’ heads off, it would be a miracle.