The One Who Came (ON HOLD)

Chapter 41

This chapter is dedicated to lovely AdelineYA

Light and Night

I don't really like to add warnings ahead of the chapters because I feel like I give out spoilers but for this chapter, I must give you some warnings because questionable actions are ahead. 

Warnings

Somnophilia (kinda consensual) 

Breath play

Death play...?

Uriel's Pov

"Then add a little bit of flour...." 

"Flour? In pasta? Isn't pasta already made of flour?"

"....Well whatever. What do I know?"

Today, I'm making food for Master. It's been a while since he asked me to make him something since he rarely eats anything cooked. Master surprised me with a cookbook one day and said he remembered me saying I wanted to learn cooking for him. It was the 86th happiest day of my life. 1st being the one when I first met my master. 

"Ouch! Fuck!" Lost in my thoughts I burned my fingers red from the pan. Hurrying to the sink, I washed them with some cold water. I hope they will be better soon, that is if my supernatural healing decided to work properly today. Being an omega I'm the weakest of all but Master gave me a place to live and work for him. Now I'm his right-hand man, someone he can rely on, well at least I hope he does.  After a long sigh at my habit of daydreaming whenever I thought of Master, I finish the pasta as the book said and plated it with as much elegance as I could muster. I taste-tested it and decided it was good enough for my lord. There was no way I would give him something less than perfect but he promised he would help me improve so I had no choice. I took the food and some utensils and started my journey to Master, with a very hot plate in hand. 

"Master, can I come in?" I called out after knocking on his study door. 

"Uriel, yes enter," Master said with his oh-so-sultry voice. I wish I could listen to him all my life, but I will take whatever I can get. Not wanting to make him wait any longer, I opened the door and saw him sitting by the window writing in his book. It's Master's personal journal, one that he allows no one to look through, not even me. 

I will show you someday, my dear. When the time is right. Until then, don't even think about sneaking a peek. 

Master's voice rang in my ears and I took in his huge and strong build, which seemed to demand attention from everyone that laid their eyes on him. He sat there with such grace that it almost stopped me in my tracks. 

"Master, I made you some pasta this time. Would you give it a try?" I put the plate and utensils in front of him and took out one of the expensive wines he likes to drink from the wine cellar. It was dark red in color and tasted very strong. Some of my taste buds died the day I took a sip from Master's cup (with his permission of course).

"Pasta? it looks...interesting." 

Interesting? Was that a good interesting or bad interesting? I think it looks alright. Maybe? The color is a bit pink...I don't know where it came from. Maybe the onions.....

He picked up the fork and took a bite. There was no change in his facial features. I prided myself on reading people with so much accuracy that they called me a freak, but this man right here was an existence I could not fathom. 

"Hmmm. You are getting better, that's for sure. Well, it's nowhere near your full potential. Good try." Master spoke cutting my thoughts and I noticed he took a total of 3 bites. That's a big improvement. The first time he couldn't even swallow the first bite. Something swells in my heart at the thought and I smiled.