Raising A Fallen God

Chapter 13

Laurence was extremely tired of working and immediately fell asleep hugging a soft three dimensional wife, not knowing he had just avoided being beheaded by a hidden dragon.

Moon had his forehead resting near Laurence chest as his cold body was enveloped by the warm body. Golden slit eyes moved and stared at the sleeping face of the young man. He then thought to himself, this isn't bad for me. After all, he had always liked warm temperature.

Moon felt weirded out being hugged by a man and even felt a churn in his stomach feeling uncomfortable, but he couldn't ignore the fact that he no longer felt alone in the dark and silent room, contrarily, he oddly felt safe and sound. He waved his hand and put off the candle light.

Sounds of his sleeves rubbing on the quilt fabric silently resounded as Moon moved, he closed his eyes and habitually hang his leg over Laurence's waist and wrapped his arm over Laurence's shoulder. Now that he's in this kind of position, Moon no longer felt uncomfortable. It felt like he was hugging his own pillow.

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In the middle of the night, Moon Chaser had a dream.

It was actually a nightmare to be exact. The dream was vague and the scenes flashed very quickly but it sent Moon Chaser a full headache..

The sound of people cursing at him, driving him away resounded in his ears. The sound of loud gongs and shouts sending sound waves into his direction.

The Bakunawa's weakness was loud noises. Humans discovered his weakness and exploited it, used it against him.

The moon that night was bloody red, and the shadow of the giant dragon could be seen flying towards the moon, biting it until it was bleeding.

Near the sea, several people stood in a row and pointed at the evil dragon, cursing him for bringing darkness into their world, swallowing their light and positivity.

The dragon was the symbol of evilness, a negative being trying to swallow people's light. It is a symbol of greed and jealousy, and thus became infamous for coveting the Seven Moons in the sky.

When the one last moon escaped from the dragon's jaws, a bolt of lightning flashed and hit the dragon.

Moon Chaser subtly moved and muttered in his sleep. " God of Death. "

Moon suddenly trembled as blood began dripping down from his ears. Tears streamed down from Moon's eyes as his body shook, trembling and showing weakness in his sleep. It woke Laurence up as he noticed his virtual wife suddenly shaking.

His wife kept on saying. " It hurts, please stop. " Moon's voice was hoarse, rusty and weak. It showed how much the pain he was feeling.

The God of Death in his dreams glanced at him coldly as he protected the mortal in his arms, embracing him very carefully as if he was his one and only.

The dragon flying in the air could only see the dark green hue in the God of Death's eyes, it was cold and full of hatred against him. Moon Chaser could no longer see them clearly as his head buzzed from the vibration the gongs sent into him.

Burning sensations enveloped all his nerves as his scales started falling off one after another. It was a hellish experience for him. Moon Chaser harboured great hatred towards the mortals who caused it to him. Especially the young boy being held within the God of Death's arms.

He just wanted the light of moon to accompany him under the deep sea. He just wanted his world to have the glimmer of the moon, he wanted to bring them down into the deap sea and let them illuminate his territory.

Why can't he do it?

Why were the mortals have Light upon them all day and night when he, under the sea doesn't even have a single flicker of light under the sea?