Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

XLVII

The infinite tsukuyomi....

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Joke.

XD....

SERIOUS CRAP BELOW.

Callen was befuddled by the vastness of the universe. He thought he was ready, but everyone around him was soon on the ground. Bleeding profusely.

He couldn't cry or scream, and the trauma of losing loved ones began to resurface inside his head. He lowered his gaze.

It's happening once more.

"I will definitely kill you."

The blade had already stabbed his heart before he acted. His strong, unbreakable heart shook violently. He sees himself from a great height. Stabbed with the sword that the God of Death had warned him about, he was skewered for good.

Ah. He didn't want to be in pain. He's numb from the agony. He raises his head. There is only one voice he can recognize. Calling his name, calling his name. He collapsed on the ground. His back was against the snow. It's chilly. Everything has gone black.

He fixed his gaze on the sky.

The sky is always crying whenever something bad happens to him. He remembered being under the rubble and drinking rainwater to survive for three days. He remembered the agony.

He even fantasized about dying with the sky so bright and his life already complete.

Death is the god.

He didn't finish his words. Instead, he continued to stare at the sky.

"You're next, little dark elf."

Upon hearing that, his heart began beating so loudly. He couldn't breathe at the same time he could.

His eyes widen, and he suddenly felt power surging inside him. He can feel the fire inside his body surging powerfully in a trance.

No. Don't touch him.

He was terrified, but he couldn't move his body.

"It's time to say good-by!"

No! No! Don't!

When he looked up, he was greeted by the bright light of the full moon.

*Dugdug*

He slowly arose, his gaze fixed on the reddening moon. His body senses a surge of immense power. Simultaneously, black tendrils emerge from the ground. It appeared to be thorns stabbing his adversary.

It's beckoning.

He is unable to hear the God of Death. He was no longer able to hear anything.

"haha."

He burst out laughing.

He is aware of it. That omnipotent power surged within him.

He stared at his older brother who looked at him in sadness.

Hyunnie. My beloved Hyunnie.

He only wanted to keep him safe.

He laughed almost maniacally.

"Know your place," gritted Callen.

Numerous footsteps were heard. The silver moon was so bright that it made the pines dance to the shrill sound of the dead. A swarm of crows surrounded North's land. A boy stood on the pine tree, issuing commands to the corpses he had summoned. His crimson eyes and silver-white hair shone brightly.