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Not Castlevania (2)

Not me forgetting the word count 🤡 also, spicy chap ahead. That's it. Bye bye 👋🏽

Word count: 1905
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Monotonous.

Repetitive.

And empty.

Sprawled across the couch of his library with his arm strung over his face, body stiff and aching, Hendrik waited for his time. He waited for his eternally long time to end.

"Curse this ageless life of mine."

"Should I bring you another human to play with?"

Hendrik swung himself to sitting, livid. The sudden movement blotted his vision. His ears rang loudly like clanging bells, messing with his senses. He groaned, dropping his head in his hands.

"Leave me be."

A cocky chuckle echoed around as a man sauntered into the room. He was tall, slender with an unnatural beauty. Hendrik stared into the eyes of the monster approaching him.

"Leave."

"Aren't you happy to meet your father? I'm hurt."

"The walls are thin," Hendrik replied. "I know what you did to Mother. I've heard it firsthand. Seeing you makes me want to gauge my eyes."

"Harsh."

"You're undeserving of my kindness, Kristoph."

A visible frown etched on his brow. Kristoph sighed. "I should've kept you and that woman in chains if I knew she'd raise you poorly—."

Silence.

Kristoph straightened his face, feeling the red spot on his throbbing cheek. He glanced at his son, who breathed heavily, looking at him with mad eyes. He smiled at the familiarity of the expression. The same one his wife beautifully showed him on their wedding night. Even the tears were the same.

"And here I thought you'd be willing to strike a deal with me."

"Never."

"Really?" Kristoph pulled a necklace from his pocket, and Hendrik felt the world spin.

"I'm assuming you've changed your mind?"

Hendrik clenched his fists. "What do you want?"

"Your loyalty," Kristoph replied, admiring the heirloom dangling from his fingers. He precariously threw it and left, closing the door. Hendrik kneeled, grabbing the necklace in his hands, and holding it to his chest.

His father had found Mirabelle, and there was no telling if she was still alive.

***

Hendrik hadn't seen the sun in a few years. The first time he stepped outside, he audibly hissed in pain. His father walked ahead without trouble, scowling when he staggered.

"You're wasting my time."

Hendrik, tempted to snap back, held his tongue. The heirloom around his neck touched his skin, reminding him of the woman he wished to reunite with.