I died and woke up in an otome game (BL)

Chapter 37 and Chapter 38

This is honestly a fucked up story, and I'm not gonna change it, but I might rewrite it eventually. 

Chapter 37 : There shall forever be blood on thy hands

Grandfather Alphard and Grandfather Julius are here again. Invading my space. Disrupting my life. My depression. Alphard makes breakfast and coaxes me out of bed as if the most natural action to take, whilst Grandfather Julius simply throws me into the bath and shoves this strange red liquid down my throat.

It's yummy, but I don't know why.

I'm scared. Of me. For me. And Irene, my new brothers Craven and Sher. For Juli. Goddess, Juli! She's so young! Too young to lose a mother like this. Not that I'm much better, awakening some strange magyks and abilities in my blood, causing my grandfathers' to coddle me. And feed me strange mixtures and drinks.

My hair started darkening at my roots, and it stayed like that for many days, before slowly going back to that grayish-white I'd grown used to.

First Drake, and now Sheri...This life may seem better, but in the end, the only difference is that I still have Irene...and I'm not being starved and abused.

Might be a big difference, but what's the point of living if I don't have the people that make me want to live?

I'm so hungry.

So thirsty.

And I don't know why.

Chapter 38 : Since when was Irene a necromancer?!

Irene's gone mad.

She, like Aphrite, keeps mumbling, "The dead never stay dead" over and over again under her breath. How can I hear this, you may be wondering?

After the...incident where I, like, exploded and injured some of my friends, and in the end, there was simply an overpowered me covered in blood and my unconscious friends (who were then healed) on the floor, My reflexes and hearing went from like a two to a twelve.

Enhanced hearing. Feel like a mutant. Maybe I should think of a code name. Hmm.

But yes, Irene is going mad, scouring the hidden section of the library for a book on...Necromancy of all things.

I think she's trying to bring Sheri back.

Is it bad that I'm hopeful?

I just want my mother back.

Why is that too much to ask?

I'll even sacrifice Juli! (Sorry, Juli.)

She apparently has found the book she wanted because she just went, "AHA!" and threw said book down onto the round table we have in our library. I based it off the round table of Camelot. Neat, huh?

"This is it! I found it! Antonio, do you know what this means?"

"I have an inkling but I'd honestly dare not to get my hopes up in fear of another...episode."

"With this book and the rituals in it, I can bring back your mother! I can bring back my wife! I can bring back Sheri!" She huffed.

"Yeah, but isn't this dangerous? What if, instead of bringing back mom, I lose both of you?"

Irene rounded the round table (heh) and wrapped me in her arms, hugging me tightly. So tight, as if she never wanted to let me go.

"...It's...It's a chance I'll have to take, baby. I...cannot live without your mother. My bond calls for me. I won't last," She whispered.

"...Yeah, okay. We'll do this, but it has to be together." I breathed and she simply hugged me tighter.

"Thank you, Antonio." She kissed my forehead. "You know, you've always been my favorite."

I laughed because that was also true for me.

"I know."

"I love you, son."

"I love you, too, mother."

"We'll get her back. I swear it."

"...Or die trying," I mumbled, but she heard me.

Her only response was to tighten the arms around me and kiss my forehead again, as though that'll make the risks less of what they were; insanely dangerous risks.