Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

XLIII

[Baby.]

Callen looks up. He's returned to his dream world. Death's god looks at him with sad eyes.

[I'm sorry, baby.]

The scenery abruptly changed. He notices a coffin in the middle of the Palace of Joy, surrounded by no one.

His heart stutteringly stammered as he slowly approached the coffin.

When he saw Alver Crossman inside, he dropped to his knees. When blood poured into his path, his entire environment changed. His people's bodies crumbled but reformed like dolls.

You did this.

"I am a god incapable of foresight, but I can see one kind of future."

When he looks up, the God of Death is staring at him with sad eyes.

"I see nothing but death..."

The sonorous voice of God of Death filled Callen's ears.

"Death at your hands."

*gasps!*

Callen awoke unexpectedly in the middle of the night. When he looks up, he notices Alver's sleeping face. He looked around, confused, I am still at Clopeh's house.

He sighed and moved closer to his Hyunnie. He buried himself in his arms and dozed off again.

This is his safest place.

[Cale Henituse POV]

He reasoned that everything would be fine if the man whom the God of Death desired to bring here was present.

He never expected to have to separate them.

"He shouldn't have let them get so close if he's going to be like this?"

"You knew?" A reddish brown stared at him. "I have no intention of doing so..."

"Grandpa White shouldn't meddle in my affairs," Callen said as he sat on his lap.

Kim Rok Soo is not joking this time. He's dead serious. Cale can hear the tension and greed in this child's voice.

[A/N: none second book readers, this might be a spoiler or not but this is KrS's road to absolute godhood! Hahahahah]

"Cale," Callen said, "I have no intention of following fate, which he has already decided for us, nor have I followed the laws of the world; tell him not to cross the line."

Alver Crossman is this child's last line of reason.

"This is my world," Callen said emphatically, "and they shouldn't touch what's mine. Tell him that, mommy. You can talk to him when he's not talking to me."

Callen Crossman is not a joke. He gets chills just thinking about how quick-witted and quick-response he is.

"He said... it was unavoidable."

"He said so..." Callen fixed his gaze on him, "I choose who to kill and who to spare."

Hearing that, Cale swallowed hard.

"If he was going to take him away, he shouldn't have let me near him."

This time, Callen's words were laced with rage.

"He should've not made me live this way."

Callen jumps off Cale's lap. He smiled at him, but it was cold and dangerous.

He's currently standing between the God of Death and his demi-god grandson. Even he couldn't decide which side to take.

But it was the child in front of him who helped him more than he could have imagined.