The Secrets of a Luna

Chapter Sixty-Six: Light Battles the Dark

Hudson:

Laying in bed, my insomnia stole my peaceful slumber. Staring at the ceiling, the fact that my wife was one of the four horsemen. Only one good thing came from that which was that the end of the world wasn't coming anytime soon. Glancing over at her slumbering form, Death pushed the door open with his paw. Hopping onto the bed, he sat on my chest. Looking rather displeased with his current state, a quiet fit of laughter burst from my lips. Seeing him in such a state bemused me, the other half still happy that he was around to keep my dear Evie's mental state in check. A crooked grin danced across my lips, the humor far outweighing the depression of his loss. Yet, having him around the house at all times released a soothing energy over the house. Thankfully for him, he could now let living beings touch him. Irritated as he was currently, his future shone brighter than before.

"You look like you just saw a cat. Meow." I teased playfully, his paw smacking me across the face. "Jesus Christ, it was fucking joke. What do you want? Can she even touch living people?" Raising his brows, his tail began to wag. This shit screamed odd in my opinion, the sole purpose of my question was to find out if she would have to wear gloves for the rest of her life.

"Of course, I made a deal with the council to permit it. I guess we all agreed to not take that away. No worries there. Her job right now is about an hour a day." He informed me calmly, laying down. "The title I go by now is her familiar. Did you really think that I would let our relationship go? No fucking way. Although it was a lot easier with her keeping my ash. You have a keeper, but do be warned, the next time she dies will be it. No more second chances. One more thing, you have to thank Nuit for pleading her case. Don't tell her what I told you, Nuit wanted to keep it a secret from her. He said something about paying her back for every single favor." The bed groaned as I sat up, he rested his head on his paw. Even as a dog, he still behaved the same. Glancing at his aura, a new light had come over it. Come to think of it, Nuit was nowhere to be found. Perhaps a plan was brewing, his location haunting my mind as well. A bounty hung over his head as well, the whole point of him living with us was for his safety. Little did he know that Evie and him were far more similar than he thought, both of them charging head first into the center of danger. Even when it didn't make sense, they held their head up high in every single battle. Defending the little people seemed to be their core, traumatized pasts carrying them forward in their missions. Snapping out of it, I remembered that I had questions.

"Okay?" I mumbled under my breath, one more question resting on the tip of my tongue. "Why did the other horsemen protect her? I don't get it. Don't they want the w-" Putting his paw up in the air, his nose scrunched up adorably. Impatience showed itself in the way my fingers drummed on the blanket, his shoulders shrugging. What was his freaking issue?

"Nope." He answered simply, rolling onto his back. "We all agreed not to. War starts an issue every now and then. I collect the souls. Antichrist creates a mess all the time. Famine kills crops every now and then to keep God happy. Everyone is happy. People get to live on the Earth for a bit longer. Isn't that enough?" Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed, he flopped onto the floor. Walking over to the closet, I entered our home. Things needed to be discussed, my curiosity kept me going. War lounged on a chair in the hall, his eyes meeting mine. Nodding his head, a tired grin dimmed his features. A kindness rested in his eyes, a far cry from the evil picture painted for him. Like it or not, good things did come from war. Territories had been decided, slavery had been freed at the cost of lives. Famine led to new crops, utter chaos creating new inventions. His question woke me up from my train of thought, the relaxed horseman stealing my attention.

"Are you the husband?" He queried with a wave of his hand, a martini appeared in his hand. "I would like to commend you on keeping her at bay. She's a wild one. Do you want to hear about Nuit's past? I bet it's eating you all up. You think as much as she does, your cogs tick a mile a minute." Rising to his feet, he sauntered up to me, his finger playing with my hair. What intentions lay beneath his words, my eyes narrowing in his direction. Opening a portal, he pushed me through. Thick ice threatened to knock me on my ass, icy remains told a tale of what once was. Glancing around, it had Evie written all over it. Icy flowers lined the walls, all but one space was clear.