The god of death was watching his favorite human with eyes full of pity.
He had to watch him get beaten for being born, for something he couldn't control. He could not intervene except in special cases and at that moment he was one of them.
The 12-year-old boy was being abused by his father who blames him for the death of the late countess.
He was insulted by the servants and beaten by them as well as by his father. He couldn't do anything or talk to anyone about it because everyone believed they were the perfect family.
Cale did not understand how it was possible that when he was injured his wounds healed faster than a normal human, so the potions were useless to him, but he used them anyway to avoid arousing suspicion.
His body was very weak and vulnerable, and he was exposed to many attempted assassinations but luckily Ron and Ron's son beacrox were protecting him.
Ron was a butler in the henituse mansion while beacrox a cook, but secretly they were assassin that Cale's mother had entrusted them to protect her baby.
Cale's father had called him into his office, he was already plotting at the very thought of what was going to happen as soon as he entered the 11 year old boy he immediately realized that his father was smiling but a radiant smile not like the one he showed at cale when beat him that was a cruel smile he had when he unleashes his repressed anger on his son. He immediately realized that he was not the only one in the room, with him in fact there was a woman with brown hair like his father and eyes of the same color and a child of about 9 years.
"good morning father"
cale said trying not to stammer with fear even though he knew he couldn't do anything to him with people in the room.
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The child of a god
FanfictionCale's mother died when he was 8 and a part of him had died with her. He was so destroyed that tears could not fall from his eyes on the day of the funeral People began to think that he was a monster for not crying at his mother's funeral and for th...
