God is Dead and I'm Starving 🔪 1

(Hey guys, before you read this script, keep note that this story will contain sensitive themes! This is the backstory of my OC Kyung-Sun that you guys may have seen on my Instagram, feel free to check it out on my highlights if you haven’t already! Feel free to share your thoughts!)

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At the war trenches.

The pure stench of sweat, rot, gunpowder, blood, and ash, all of it sits thickly on Kyung-Sun’s skin.

She likes it.

It's real.

It's what she understands.

She leans against the wall, arms crossed, predatory still, her gaze sharp like a knife.

Then, suddenly, something changes.

A breeze.

 A shift. 

A whiff.

A scent.

It cuts through the stench like a razor; flowery, sweet, too soft to belong here. 

It doesn’t match the screams, or the mud coating her boots and uniform.

Her nose twitches. Her eyes narrow.

What the fuck is that smell?

She turns her head slightly, tracking it without realizing. 

Her pupils dilate, her amber eyes turning black.

The nurse, a young Omega, is sweating, shaking as she tends wounded soldiers.

 But her hair… her neck… carries a perfume.

 Perhaps she sprayed it that morning before the air strikes were sent down to burn the villages. 

Before war came, maybe she thought she’d still be human today.

Kyung-Sun steps forward.

She doesn’t blink.

The world goes silent in her ears.

Mud. Rain. Dog piss. Rotting leaves.

That’s what life smells like.

But this?

This was lies.

 This was something clean trying to survive in filth.

And Kyung-Sun doesn’t like clean, it’s not something natural to her.

“Take it off.”

The words leave her mouth before she even registers saying them.

The nurse looks up, terrified, “W-what?”

Kyung-Sun’s voice stays even. Cold.

“That smell, that fucking smell. Take it off.”

Her squad mates glance over but don’t interfere.

They know better than to try to speak back to Kyung-Sun.

The nurse stutters, “It… It’s just perfume-”

Kyung-Sun’s eye twitches. She steps closer. Her hand clenches. Her lip curls.

It smells like something I need to destroy.

She grabs the nurse’s collar and snaps it, yanking the shirt forward. She buries her nose against the Omega’s neck like an animal, inhaling sharply.

The nurse screams.

Kyung-Sun’s eyebrows furrow.

 Her expression isn’t from pleasure.

 It’s starvation.

Then, she lets go.

Not from mercy. 

But, because there are too many eyes watching her right now.

She steps back, shaking her head, trying to scrub the scent from her brain.

“Next time you wear that,” Voice low, 

“Make sure you're not anywhere I am.”

She turns, storming off, fists clenched like she's trying not to chew down her whole hand.