marked by ink

Y/N sighs again as he needs to revise multiple parts of the project he wasn’t even supposed to do, but with his garbage luck, he got intertwined with incompetent groupmates. The harsh light from his computer illuminates the dark room, where notes are scattered everywhere as he runs his hand through his hair in frustration.

He closes his eyes for a minute, which makes him slowly drift into slumber. His body slowly relaxes before he softly lays his head down on the table, his arms slowly falling onto the table as he splayed them out onto his table and into his notes, accidentally pushing the small bottle of ink he had on the table onto the floor.

It slowly flowed out of his container onto his carpet, seeping into the floorboards. Y/N, now in a comfortable position, fully embraces slumber as the ink slowly scatters on the carpet.

Under the carpet, in the old floorboards the last tenant had, was an intricate design meticulously carved into the floor. The ink slowly filled the indents throughout the floor. Ink was flowing steadily into the floor like it was a sponge, not even staining the carpet anymore.

The letter 'æ' was filled with ink after the small bottle was completely emptied, leaving no trace of ink behind. The cream carpet went back to normal like nothing happened.

In the middle of the room, a sharp black tendril softly pierces the carpet before more tendrils come after it. Y/N’s cat, Myeongie, looked on without interest before she strutted out of his room. Slowly arms came up as the woman's piercing blue eyes opened slowly as she slowly observed the room. She then used her arms to climb up into the room, dark sludge resembling ink covering her pristine white clothes and lower half before it moved on its own to seep back into the floorboards.

She softly approached the sleeping Y/N, examining his peaceful face as she gently fixed his hair with her long tendrils, before exploring the room. She heard a soft purr as she felt something fluffy move between her legs. Somehow Myeongie wasn’t afraid of the mysterious woman. She softly squatted down as her hand with her tendrils came up to pet Myeongie; however, Myeongie, being the diva she is, strutted into the closet before the woman could even touch her. The woman cutely frowned before looking up to Y/N. His breath was soft on a stable rhythm.

She stood softly before exploring the room, her feet leaving dark ink stains all over the floor before they magically got absorbed by the floor. The woman then browses Y/N’s bookshelf as a book catches her eye.

She slowly picked the book off the bookshelf, using her tendrils on the top of the spine to pull it toward her. It was a book about myths and demons. She softly smiles as she immediately flipped towards the demon section and saw one of her sisters.

K’rhina 

Title: Demoness of Conquest, Leader of the Horsewomen of the Apocalypse

Overview:

K’rhina is one of the four Horsewomen of the apocalypse who controls the creature, alongside Æryth, Y'zhuul, and W’nyterr. She is recognized as their fierce leader as she represents the head of the creature, the one that leads them and the one that directs them to victory. —

The sketch provided in the book showcases a fierce woman with tendril-like spikes on her shoulder blades and down onto her arms as she rides a mystical creature of an amalgamation of a demonic horse with gryphon wings with a scorpion tail with claws that resemble a lion.

The woman smiles as she remembers the fun times they had, before she hears Y/N groan as he slowly repositions himself on the table. The woman slowly looks back and admires his sleeping face once again before softly smirking.

Eee-eee-eee-eee! 

Eee-eee-eee-eee! 

Eee-eee-eee-eee! 

Y/N groaned from under his blanket before he blindly reached out to turn off his alarm from the bedside table. He closed his eyes again before he turned and rolled over something hard. He groaned before he slowly woke up again. He wondered how he got into his bed as he remembered sleeping on his table. He then softly picked up the object he laid on, and it was the book of myths and demons from his bookshelf. He was confused at how it got there before he tried to recall his memory of last night of him reading this book to help him fall asleep on his bed.

He looked at the page it was left on. Ink smudges near the margins of the page and near the name.

W’nyterr

Title: Demoness of War, Horsewomen of the Apocalypse

Overview:

W’nyterr is one of the four Horsewomen of the apocalypse who controls the creature, alongside Æryth, Y'zhuul, and K’rhina. She is recognized as their fierce warrior, representing the limbs of the creature, who never backed down to any creature or god. Known for her sharp, long, tendril-like nails that she uses to subdue her targets. Often marks her prey with her star symbol. One of the most profound demons, as she is one of the fiercest demons, who hasn’t yielded to a beast nor a god. An angel infected by the horrors of K'rhina as she slowly embraced the darkness.

Often seen leaving a black viscous liquid as her soul drips darkness from K’rhina’s brutal infection—

The sketch of a woman hiding herself between her long, tendril nails as black sludge drips onto her arms, mixing with red from the enemies she has slain. Her piercing blue eyes stared into Y/N’s sleepy eyes as he tried again to recall what happened last night. He shook his head softly before he gently stretched out his limbs before slowly standing up.

As he walked in front of his mirror to fix his hair, he saw a black kiss mark on his right cheek. As he slowly got nauseous. Black sludge slowly drips all over him as it slowly envelopes him, In the mirror he saw W’nyterr softly smile before she went in front of him and thrusts her tendril into his eye–

Y/N jolted awake with ragged breaths as he was back on his desk. He immediately ran to the mirror, as he sighs in relief to see no kiss mark on his cheek. His breath softly comes to a gentle rhythm. He checked the bookshelf and everything was normal. He sighed in relief as he remembered the dream before chuckling to himself, joking to Myeongie that the stupid project is making him crazy.

As he changed his sweatshirt a small black star on his waist glowed. Y/N didn’t notice it as he left his room, to get some breakfast. Myeongie follows her human.

A pool of ink slowly trudged across his table before it dropped onto the floor and was magically absorbed by the floor once again.