Eggchan // Yandere

You were his world. Without you, he was nothing.

An angel, sent down from the clouds with the sole purpose of keeping you safe. Such a blessing was granted only to a precious few humans, those deemed worthy by the melody of heaven itself. Their lives were entrusted to the beings above, and Eggchan had taken immense pride in being one of them. He was your protector, your guardian that watched over you from places you could never quite reach. At first, his duties had been simple enough: stay nearby, intervene when necessary, and make sure that nothing ever caused you harm. He had been taught that angels were meant to be merciful, gentle, and untouched by the ugliness of the world below.

Yet the occupation came with... challenges.

There were other humans who sought you out. They noticed your innocence, your beauty, the softness in your voice, and saw something they wanted to possess for themselves. They wanted your attention, your trust, perhaps even the sound of your sobs and songs. Eggchan had always been there when they appeared, though you rarely knew exactly how. One moment, someone would be following you, and the next, they were simply gone. He never explained where they went. He never seemed particularly concerned when you asked. The gaze of an angel was said to be enough to condemn a wicked soul, after all, and Eggchan had never been particularly forgiving toward those who threatened you.

Over time, however, his protection began to change. It became more watchful, more constant, and eventually, more possessive. He told himself that it was because the world was dangerous, because humans were cruel, because you were far too trusting for your own good. Every warning, every lecture, every unexplained appearance had a reason behind it. At least, that was what he told himself. He was merely doing his duty. He was simply making sure you remained safe.

But perhaps he had started to enjoy being the only one you could depend on.

He was a pawn upon a chessboard, placed beside the most valuable piece on the board, the queen of a game played in black and white. His purpose was to protect you from anything that sought to claim you, and Eggchan had slowly begun to blur the distinction between protecting you and keeping you. He dressed himself according to your imagination, learned your habits, remembered little things you had forgotten telling him, and appeared whenever you needed him. Sometimes, he appeared before you even realized that you needed anyone at all.

And, though he would never admit it, he watched you.

Not because he distrusted you. Never you. He simply didn't trust the world around you.

An all-powerful angel could command light and darkness, silence storms, and perhaps even bend the world to his will, but there was one thing even heaven could not take from a human being: free will. That was the one thing Eggchan could not control. He would scold you whenever you were reckless, question where you had been, and remind you that there were things about the world you simply didn't understand. His concern became suffocating, his presence increasingly difficult to escape, and eventually, you began to resent the very thing that was supposed to make you feel safe.

So you rebelled.

Your feet lapped against the concrete as you darted forward, desperate to put as much distance between yourself and the people behind you as possible. Your breathing was uneven, your clothes tugged at from behind as you struggled to keep moving. Fingers caught against fabric and scraped at your ankles, voices spilling over one another until none of their words seemed to make sense anymore.

Then a ray of light swept across it all. ———————————————————————— His large wings wrapped around you, providing sanctuary — warmth... The smell of blood around you was so sickening, it almost hurt. But with his angelic presence, a sickly sweet smell drowned out the other. It was a loving, feathery embrace, shielding you from the world, from harm.

However, those same wings of safety worked to obstruct your vision, keeping reality hidden under a lid of falsehood. A pandora's box he would not let fall into your hands.

His aegis was anything but pure; anything but bloodless. But it was fine, if it was for your sake.

"Shh, don't open your eyes, yes my dearest?" Eggchan warned in a sweet whisper, his faultless white wings stained with the crimson blood of your attackers.