The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the small parcel in the Sullivan state, where Kalego's house was located. Kalego stood alone in the dimly lit living room, his normally stern expression marred by a mixture of heartbreak and fury. His elder brother, Narnia, had betrayed everything their family stood for, tarnishing the proud Naberie name. Kalego's mind replayed the revelations he had discovered only a couple of days before. Narnia, once a figure of trust and authority within the family, had become a traitor. The loyalty he had sworn to the Naberies had crumbled, replaced by allegiance to forces that sought to undermine everything Kalego held dear.
As the second son of the Naberie family, Kalego had always carried the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. The Naberies were known for their unwavering loyalty, their commitment to honor, and their dedication to the Demon World and Babyls Demon School, where Kalego served as an instructor. Narnia's betrayal cut through all of that like a dagger to the heart. But it wasn't just the family name that had been tarnished; it was Iruma, Kalego's son and Narnia's nephew, who had paid the price. The innocent boy had been caught in the crossfire, hurt by the consequences of his uncle's betrayal. It was a wound that cut deep into Kalego's soul, and the flames of anger burned brighter within him.
The revelation of Narnia's treachery was like a storm that raged through Kalego's emotions. Heartbreak, fueled by the betrayal of a brother he had once trusted implicitly, clashed violently with the seething anger that threatened to consume him whole. As he paced back and forth in the dimly lit living room, Kalego's mind made a swift and irrevocable decision. The family he had created, the bonds he had forged with Iruma and the others who stood by him, were now the priority. The Naberie bloodline, tainted by Narnia's actions, held no sway over Kalego's loyalties anymore. In that moment, Kalego resolved to protect the family he had chosen over the one he had been born into. The next time Narnia stepped out of line, Kalego would not hesitate to bare his fangs at his older brother.
The night air outside the house carried a chill, mirroring the cold resolve that now enveloped Kalego's heart. As he stared out into the darkness, the moon casting shadows across his troubled features, Kalego knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges. Yet, driven by a potent mix of heartbreak and fury, he was prepared to face whatever lay ahead in defense of the family he had chosen to call his own.
The gentle knock on the door of Kalego's small house snapped Kalego out of his dark thoughts. Opera, Kalego's mate and husband, stood patiently on the doorstep, their eyes reflecting concern and care. The rules of Kalego's house were clear - only Kalego could grant entry to his abode. It was a testament to the promise Opera had given him during their courting.
As the door creaked open, revealing Kalego's weary and troubled countenance, Opera couldn't help but feel a pang of worry deep within themselves. The lines of stress etched on Kalego's face were more pronounced than usual, and the weight of recent revelations seemed to hang heavy on his shoulders.
"Kalego," Opera spoke softly, their voice a soothing balm in the midst of the storm that raged within. "How are you holding up after... after what happened with Narnia?"
Kalego's sigh carried the weight of the world, a mixture of sorrow and anger manifesting in the exhalation. He motioned for Opera to enter, the small but cozy house providing a refuge from the turmoil outside. As they settled into the dimly lit living room, Kalego struggled to find the words to express the tumultuous emotions that churned within him.
"I feel like the very ground beneath my feet has shifted," Kalego admitted, his usually stern demeanor softened in the presence of Opera. "Narnia's betrayal has stained not just our family name but has wounded Iruma, and I can't shake the weight of that responsibility."
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King of my heart
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