It was your graduation day at last and later there would be a festival.
For you it will be a festival of many great things to come, but for the others it will be their Last Festival. . . On Earth.
Soon the moon overthrew the sun’s stay and the festival was starting. Everyone was taking their seats as the six handsome boys took the stage. Their performance was called “Last Festival.” To you it was a brilliantly fitted name as everyone present were now leaving their schooling behind them and many friendships would be parted with as everyone was going their separate ways to focus on their future.
As the performance came to a close you thought it was a beautifully choreographed dance and the song was relatable. Everyone stood up to clap and cheer as the boys made their way backstage probably to freshen up. Champagne was then passed around and everyone was celebrating. After a while the boys came back onstage to bow, holding hands together for their curtain close while everyone raised their glasses for them. Afterwards, one of the guys onstage named Dohoon started whispering words you didn’t understand. Then the crowd went silent, they seemed suddenly scared yet you were just utterly confused and disturbed. Dohoon pulled down his shirt sleeve to reveal a glowing silver bracelet as he recited those strange words in a whisper, and the others pulled down their sleeves in unison, revealing similar glowing bracelets beside Dohoon. The six boys didn’t look happy anymore, nor did the graduates who were now dropping their champagne glasses and suddenly bursting into bright flames. You gasped in horror as everyone around you – including your friends – all withered into ashes. You wondered if you were next. A cold feeling swept inside of you as there was no one else alive now besides you and the six guys. But how and why would they do this?! You decided to hide under a table and find out.
Dohoon: “Well, once again, we saved the day with *my* magic, boys” *he yawned exaggeratedly as he stepped off the stage.
Jihoon: “Can’t believe our classes were filled with those things.” *he muttered*
Kyungmin: “I guess those pesky demon shape-shifters really just couldn’t resist a glass of champagne huh?”
Shinyu: *he shook his head in amusement stepping of the stage with Kyungmin and Jihoon* “I’m, glad we didn’t have to fight today.”
Hanjin: “Yep, as always our sorcerer Dohoon saving us the trouble!” *he smiled and jumped off the stage to hug Dohoon.”
Youngjae: *he stepped off the stage last with hands in his pockets* “I don’t think we’re alone guys, there’s someone still here” He showed them his glowing silver bracelet.
Dohoon: “Oh, it looks like we weren’t the only humans here amongst the demons afterall” *he looked up from Youngjae’s bracelet and nodded to the other guys to help him survey the area.*
They were demon hunters in possession of 6 bracelets of pure silver bounded to their souls. They were chosen by the bracelet they wore. All were silver and looked identical although their magical contents weren’t. Dohoon possessed the art of magic. Shinyu had immense strength. Youngjae had heightened sense. Jihoon was impossibly flexible. Kyungmin had the speed of lightning. And Hanjin was a walking shield. However, there was a 7th bracelet waiting to bind itself with the 7th demon hunter. That bracelet broke through the roof zipping past the six boys who, in shock realized that there was going to be another demon hunter chosen today. They chased it all the way to the table you were hiding under and you gasped as the cold metal slipped around your wrist. Shinyu carefully lifted up the table and they all noticed you, making you slip out of your hiding spot embarrassed. You hid the wrist with the bracelet behind your back. Youngjae, unamused pulled out your arm and held out your wrist. They all looked down at your bracelet surprised that a girl was chosen to be a demon hunter.
Dohoon: “So guys, it looks like we got some demon hunting to teach our pretty little lady here.” *he smiled at you and they all reluctantly nodded*
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