A Match Made in Hell

XIV

WHEN THE AUTHOR BECOMES A BITCH MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

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His eldest son had stopped talking, his second son appeared desperate, and his third son had grown weak, but his little girl grew up beautiful, just like her mother.

Ron was appointed butler to the county's firstborn son. He has been in the county with his children for fifteen years. They were all employed by the County, and his youngest was even allowed to attend the academy due to his brilliance.

Fifteen grueling years.

He can't even cry for her or miss her. He can't do anything because he has children to care for. Vicross had become even more withdrawn and protective.

Simply smile.

Ron couldn't stop smiling.

Hiding his rage behind his phony smile.

His blood was boiling with rage as he remembered the last time he saw his wife.

His heart broke and died with her.

His life had become miserable and twisted, but his children kept him together.

"Ron..."

"Yes, My Lord, you may take a day off."

War broke out in the county. They were successful in defending the county, but his heart was deafeningly silent.

[NOTE: THIS WILL FOLLOW THE TCF STORY AS THE MAIN, NOT THE TBOAH, WITH OG. CALE. CALE. BECAUSE KRS TRANSMIGRATED FIRST AS ARIA]

The young redhead master became a beacon of hope for him.

His children felt the same way as they fought the war in the hope of eradicating everything that had taken their families away. All to soothe that anger behind their seething madness.

His arms got torn off and were replaced with a necromancer's doll.

He desperately tried to survive by protecting everything that's important to him.

Cold rage.

Sadness.

Misery.

He continued to mourn and miss her, with just the memories intact.

He couldn't even remember what her voice sounded like.

"Dad..." cried his little girl, who had been forced to learn how to fight.

He looked at her lovingly and dearly. She was his treasure that reminded him of her mother. She grew up with the exact same smile and demeanor as Aria.

His heart sank as he was reminded of his grief.

He couldn't do anything as a husband would for his deceased wife. Even if he returns a month after the massacre. He couldn't even find a single strand of her hair.

He kept finding her at the same time, and dread consumed him, as if they had taken her body to destroy it.

He kills.

She defended.

He refused to kill her at a time when everyone wanted her dead.

They eventually killed her.

"Why do you look so sad, dad?"

Vicross, who had known everything from the beginning, patted his sister on the back. He's telling her not to bother asking. His little girl, on the other hand, held his hand and smiled brightly at him. It reminded him of Aria's smile as she curses his entire being.

"This will be the end..."

The final battle will take place in the Temple of the Sealed God.

ARM will be destroyed very soon.

Finally, they will be able to exact the vengeance that he and Vicross seek.

However, he feels empty—completely empty from everything, even when he should be joyful.

"Vicross."

"Yes, Father?"

"Protect them no matter what happens."

Take care of your siblings.

Now is the time for him to tell his eldest son. He had already done everything he could to keep them, and he knew he would have to do it until the end. He's getting older and weaker. He can no longer move as freely as he once did. Vicross is now stronger than him, and he will only get stronger as he is surrounded by strong people.

He has played his part.

Whatever the outcome, he will welcome it with open arms.

His children are no longer in need of his protection.

He went to the final battle with his young lord, armed with his knives. Cale successfully defeated the enemy, but the enemy returned, overwhelming them.

He knew he had to defend himself.

He resolved to see this decade-long conflict through to its conclusion.

Until forces entered the picture.

The enemies in dark robes were clearly slaughtered.

This has happened before.

He was aware that something similar had occurred previously.

When the reinforcements arrived, the massacre became one-sided.

Ron finally drops his knife as he sees the very same figure of the fighter he used to admire from afar.

His heart beat loudly as that smile came into view.

His children, who remembered their mother, also looked at the leader.

Her eyes widened as she looked at them. Even though she's supposed to be in her fifties, she still looks young. She was still as stunning as she had been when she was twenty-four.

"Mom?" Vicross's voice was painfully echoed.

Ron smiled as he saw his boys rush to her and cling to her as if their lives depended on it.

Someone patted her on the back and held her hand as if there was something going on between them.

Ron averted his gaze as a result.

Aria would never remember him again. His appearance had changed so drastically that a younger man would be the best match for her.

He continued to avoid her, despite his children's persistent prodding.

However....

She stood in front of him with a smile on her face, just like the night they first talked.

"Ron..."

Her voice quivered. Her arms reached out to him. She embraced him tightly as she cried in his arms.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

Ron gritted his teeth and returned her embrace.

He was at a loss for words.

"I love you, Ron," she confessed, clutching him. Finally saying the words she had never said to him before that night they parted. "Always!"

Ron sobbed and clutched her close.

"There was never a time..." he sobbed, "that I've never loved you."

He was missing the most precious thing in his life: the woman he loved the most.

TBC

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