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cxxx{}::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::⊳It was the morning of the funeral and Isoloses felt strange as he dressed in his uniform from the Royal Army of Caelestes. He'd been dreading this since he found out about Ilsa's funeral. He hated to wear his uniform, despite the honor wearing it was supposed to bring. Nothing good ever came when he wore it, and it was even more uncomfortable because he was wearing it to a funeral for a person he knew was still alive. It felt like asking for something bad to happen, though he knew that was ridiculous.
Superstition wasn't anything real, and he knew that death visited immortals very, very rarely. Still, it was just a little too real of a possibility, a little too... plausible. If things hadn't worked out how Isoloses planned, Ilsa could've actually died, and that was a little frightening to think about. He had worked hard to keep everything quiet, to keep the whole thing going on plan, and had even had to spend a great deal of money to ensure that Ilsa got taken to the exact realm he requested, and even had to threaten the warlock to make sure that the warlock didn't double cross him and sell his brother to... well, underground omega trading.
It wasn't pleasant, but as he was a royal, he would be high value. Usually, it was off-realm trading, which is what made Isoloses want to take precautions. He'd followed Ilsa down to the warlocks home and watched as he sent him through the portal, and then used the spell to send Naevys a note to have him bring him there and then he performed a tracking spell to make sure Ilsa was on the correct realm with his head sticking through a second portal to the same realm, before going home. Naevys promised to go find him, but he ended up with Cassian before that could happen.
Naevys had gone to check on him at Cassian's castle, a couple of days later. Naevys's ability to see the future was a real blessing sometimes, other times it left something to be desired. While his ability was always correct, it didn't always give ALL of the relevant information. It'd show the outcome of decisions made, and then they'd reassess their plan after finding out the result of each decision. It'd been a time-consuming, tedious process of playing their cards just right so that the circumstance played out perfectly. One wrong move, even from Ilsa, and the entire plan would be in shambles. That put a lot of stress on the whole operation and given it took over four hundred years for the entire plan to play out accordingly, it'd been a really stressful four centuries for him.
Naevys had the easy part of the job, really, because all he had to do was see if something would work and let him know. Sure they brainstormed ideas together, but because Naevys was behind the scenes, it was left to Isoloses to ensure everything played out according to plan. Naevys couldn't stroll through Caelestes, the castle, or handle the stuff Isoloses did without the risk of blowing the realm Ilsa would be moved to's cover.
A knock on the door of Isoloses's room brought him out of his thoughts and he turned his head, glancing over as if he could see through the heavy wooden door. He almost sighed.
"Come in," He called instead, zipping up the front of his army vest. The door pushed open and Isandro walked in. Isandro paused, his eyes looking over him curiously as Isoloses turned towards the mirror. Isoloses felt a pang of annoyance as he took in his face, and quickly turned his attention to Isandro instead.
"Hey, Solo, I just wanted to talk to you before the ceremony," Isandro said, watching as Isoloses strapped the intersecting straps that crossed the chest of his vest. Isoloses nodded, looking over Isandro's reflection in the mirror he was looking in. "Did... something happen between you and Avriane?" He asked, making Isoloses tense. That fucking evil bitch, Isoloses mentally seethed, though his face stayed emotionless.

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Once Fate Became Twisted | Man x Boy | Ⅱ
RomanceIsoloses's life as the second prince of Caelestes was misery. He hated himself, but most of all he hated his father. The guilt that rested on his shoulders was suffocating, and the mere fact that he was alive made it worse because he felt he deserve...