Bullet Saint Volume 2 — Chapter 10: Seven
The door opened.
Not with sound. Not with force.
Just… inevitability.
A hum filled the void, and the obsidian slab sank into the ground like it never existed.
Beyond it:
A cathedral without a ceiling.
Skyless. Endless.
A spiral tower of stained glass and bone, floating in the dark between worlds.
At the top, waiting like judgment in human skin—
Baek Jihoon.
His robes were Choir silk. Black. Gold trim.
Seven relics floated around him like planets, orbiting slowly.
Azari froze in the doorway.
Jung Min walked in without pause.
"You should've stayed a footnote, Jihoon," he said.
Jihoon smiled like a man who forgot how to lose.
"I was the chorus. You were just percussion."
Choir Saints emerged from the shadows.
Six of them. One voice each.
All broken, fused with relics, mouths whispering nonstop.
Azari clutched her own relic.
It whispered back.
Jung Min took a step forward.
"No more verses. No more sermons. Just me, you, and lead."
Jihoon raised a hand.
The Saints charged.
Jung Min moved.
Two shots. Two heads. Gone.
He rolled behind a pillar—came up shooting.
Azari ducked, then sprinted for cover—relic pulsing louder, louder—until her ears bled.
One Saint caught her arm.
She spun—stabbed it in the eye with a shard of glass.
It screamed—sang—and died.
Jung Min met Jihoon mid-chapel.
Fists now. Guns empty.
They crashed into each other like two pieces of heaven that had been shattered wrong.
Jihoon landed a knee in his gut.
Jung Min countered with a punch to the throat.
Both stumbled.
Blood on both mouths.
"You always needed a cause," Jihoon gasped.
"I don't," Jung Min growled.
"I am the cause!"
Azari screamed.
The relic floated into the air—burning white, chains of light snapping from her skin.
Choir glyphs flared across the ceiling—
And then—
She spoke.
"I reject the voice."
The relic shattered.
Light exploded.
The Saints dropped, screaming.
Jihoon staggered.
His relics cracked.
Jung Min grabbed him.
One final gun. One final bullet.
He pressed it into Jihoon's chest.
"God doesn't want you."
Bang.
Jihoon fell backward into the void.
And the cathedral collapsed inward.
Like the Choir was sucking its breath back through broken teeth.
Silence.
Azari dropped to her knees.
Jung Min picked up what was left of the relic—just a shard now.
Still warm.
"You good?" he asked.
"No," she said. "But I'm not theirs."
He nodded.
That was enough.
As they walked out of the ruins, the darkness didn't follow.
It stayed buried.
For now.
End of Volume 2 — "Kill the Choir"
Volume 3 begins: Ash and Psalms