Cale had a good sleep in a long time. He didn't even dream and slept quite soundly. It felt so refreshing that he didn't want to wake up. He knew that his vicious butler would wake him for lunch anyway, so he decided to sleep more.
'Ah, it's amazing how quite they are.'
It was truly amazing that the children average nine years old were this quite. He was sure he had overslept, but neither children nor his benignly smiling butler were making a sound. It was so peaceful.
He turned in his bed and unconsciously frowned a little.
'Hmm? Was my bed always like this?'
His bed didn't feel as comfortable as usual. Actually, it felt quite hard. He reached towards one of the many soft pillows in his bed and froze when his hand touched the metal edge of the bed instead.
'What the hell?'
It didn't matter whether it was the metal's coldness or sinking of the rooms uncharacteristic silence in his mind. his mind was finally forcefully awoken.
He jumped up from his sleep and warily stared at his surroundings. Then, his eyes started to shake violently.
'Where...?'
He was in a small room that its only decoration was the one-person bed he was sleeping on. The whole room was in white. The roof, walls, tiles and even the bed he was sleeping on, are were white.
Most importantly, the room didn't have any windows. There were also two doors in the room, which one of them looked anything but normal.
He didn't know where he was but he was sure of something.
'I'm in Earth.'
He wished he was wrong so badly, but...
'...I remember.'
He remembered the soldiers surrounding him and even someone calling him an 'alien'.
His Record was sealed, but he still could clearly remember it. He remembered all his past records too. It was just a bit different. It was like his records instead of 4D were 2D. It was as if his records had became blurred. Even trying to go through them gave him a headache.
Cale sighed and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath as if suppressing something and opened them again.
'God of Death. You better explain what is going on.'
Cale didn't receive any answer.
'God of Death?'
No answer. Should he be more polite?
'Umm, Mr God of Death?'
Nothing again. He felt more annoyed.
'Hey bastard, aren't you going to answer?'
He really didn't answer him no matter what.
Cale started to frown again. It was very abnormal. Cage always complained about that bastard whining in her head even when she was drinking, so Cale assumed that he will hear one extra voice in his head after becoming that bastard's Saint, but he was suspiciously silent.
Now that he thought about it, he couldn't hear his ancient powers' voices too. Not being able to hear their voices should be because they are currently sealed, but that bastard was different.
'It's either he used too much of his powers that he can't even talk to me,' Cale tried to think about all possibilities. '...Or someone or something interfered.'
It could be either he was too exhausted to even contact him, or someone or something prevented him from doing so.
'...It can be both, too.'
YOU ARE READING
Let me Slack!
Fanfiction"You. Are you the one who hurt my human?" The dokkaebi shivered and looked at the huma-No, the being that was glaring at him. A black-haired child was glaring viciously at him with his shining, reptile, deep blue eyes. Black mana was raging around t...