𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 | 𝐌𝐱𝐌𝐱𝐌 |

𝐗𝐈𝐕

kalon
(n.) beauty that is more than skin-deep

• Fourteen •

| Deimos's POV

It has been a few days and I was starting to suspect that the immortal forgot all about me. Maybe I got lucky enough and he found himself another concubine to bed.

His house was still decorated with melted furniture and canned goods all over the floor.

I felt accomplished because the fucker deserved it.

I started to wonder when it was day or nighttime because I lost track of time being in Death's realm.

There was no daytime here. Only darkness and that irked me.

A wave of hushed voices was heard coming from downstairs. I sat up in my bed and flung my legs over the side before rising to my feet. I quickly walked out of my bedroom and started to run downstairs quietly.

"What do you mean Tiberias had a child? I thought you told me he returned to the Moon Kingdom to rule without that dreadful omega?" Calypso said in an angered tone. "He wouldn't risk that. Would he?"

"Vixen's firstborn is an omega and it's Tiberias' seed," that deep voice came from no other than Death. I kept myself hidden and continued to eavesdrop.

"You must kill him before Remus and the others come. You must!" Calypso begged.

Death smirked as he lit a cigarette and took a puff before blowing the toxins into her face with a dark chuckle, "I can not kill him."

"This shit is not funny, Death," Calypso's face was burning red as she fans the smoke away from her face. "You need to eliminate him."

Death paused once he got further into his home and saw the redecoration I've done to the place. He stood still and slowly took the cigarette from between his lips as his unnerving eyes scanned the place from top to bottom.

"Are you listening to m-," the former moon goddess started to question him until he raised his hand to silence her and she realized what had his attention.

"Your mate doesn't seem to like you all that much," she said with amusement in her expression. "I wonder how you're going to get him to like you."

My attention focused on Death as I so desperately desired to see his reaction.

Death's face remained stoic as if he was not surprised. He snaked his fingers through his disheveled black hair and said, "I expected worst." then he turned to face the ghost goddess. "I don't need him to like me."

"That poor child is here against his will and he's depressed. You need to be more concerned-."

"Save your words for someone who wants to hear them. Your presence tires me," he said in a monotoned voice. He raised his hand and a mouth with sharp teeth dug into the god's flesh, formed in the palm.

"I'm not ready to go back yet!" she walks backward and her eyes widened in fear as she pleads with the ancient god.

"Ravik, eat," the immortal commanded with boredom.