I've been slowly writing hoonki one shot heavily inspired by Slavic folklore and some songs and game Black Book <3 here is a sneaky peak from different sections
"Do you know the price of your desire?" the Sorcerer asks, his plump lips curving into a devious smile and his eyes filled with dancing devils.
"No".
"Aren't you afraid of ending your life at the stake for your deeds?" asks the prince directly, wanting to amuse his curiosity.
His hands grasping the herbs freeze and a chill runs through his body. Sorcerer turns toward him and his bottomless, cold eyes envelope his body with cold and his soul with fire. Sunghoon is so frightened that his body shakes, but the strange obsession fades as quickly as it began. Sorcerer turns away, slowly gathering the herbs he needs, leaving them on the wooden table.
"No, prince, I am not afraid, let me perish in the fierce flames and become ash, I have nothing to regret", the smell of herbs and incense in the air intensifies noise in his head. Sunghoon is stupefied and breathing becomes easier only after the boy goes into another room.
"Ah, if he had known not to be wanted even at that cost," Riki shakes his head with a smirk on his lips.
"He'll be back again,” the charcoal hairball says, jumping to Riki's feet. Sorcerer strokes the soft fur, running it between his fingers, and casts a glance out the window. The cawing of crows seems to be heard in the distance.
