Revelation of a distant future that will never be

One-shot

I keep opening new WIPs help

I should be updating my two other fics, but......

Ever read a fic that hurt you so bad you wrote a reaction fic to that fic so you can force your fav characters to suffer as much as you had? Yep, it's me.

[His Soul Slid Down to Cry] by ThanatosAndHypnosMyBeloved on ao3 destroyed me emotionally. So I'm here, with More Angst, because what we have obviously isn't enough.

(If I have to suffer, so do all of you.)

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Cale opened his eyes to a white room.

The floor was white. The ceiling was white. The walls were white.

Reflexively, Cale lidded his eyes, not wanting to get blinded by something both so innocuous and alarming.

Now, he idly thought, what the fuck had happened?

It had been months since the end of war, and he had been living the life he'd been dreaming of. There hadn't been any indication that there had been anything out of place, which was why he was so caught off-guard when he was first transported here.

Glancing around, Cale came face to face with the confused visages of his family, and his heart dropped.

'Even the Dragon–!'

Cale watched with mild horror as Eruhaben stood up gingerly, likely disoriented by the sudden teleportation. If even an Ancient Dragon on Eruhaben's caliber couldn't detect the transportation, then undoubtedly, this must be the work of the Gods.

Roving his eyes over everyone present, Cale furrowed his brows.

There were nine of them here. All of whom were important figures in the world, who could not be found missing right now.

Somehow, the Gods had found a way to interfere directly with their world, and secretly transported them all here without any warnings.

'Those bastards!' Cale gritted his teeth. 'Always meddling with their lives like this–!'

He really should have found a way to smack them all in their backs, Cale darkly thought.

"Dongsaeng," Alberu, the newly crowned Emperor, fixed his clothes as he fixed his troublesome dongsaeng a look, "Do you know what's happening?"

'Do you have anything to do with this?' His gaze seemed to say.

Cale felt very wronged.

"I didn't do anything!" Cale quickly protested. "Why do you think it's my fault?"

Alberu coughed. "Apologies, Dongsaeng." He smiled remorselessly, "It's reflex, you see?"

'I do not!' Cale mentally screamed.

"I haven't even done anything remotely close to this!" He said instead.

'Yet, you mean.' Alberu thought wryly.

Eruhaben, who had been staring at his hand with something resembling irritated confusion, clicked his tongue.

"Now's not the time for it," He said, catching the attention of everyone in the room.

"Can't you feel it?" Eruhaben looked over all of them, reptilian eyes narrowed in frustration.

"......Feel what, Eruhaben-nim?" Harol Kodiang asked warily.

Eruhaben didn't say anything. Instead, he just raised his hand, and delicately snapped his finger.

Cale instinctively flinched, expecting some sort of explosion to follow, but when everything remained normal, he, too, furrowed his brows.