From then on Cale visited bar Eternal very chance he could, without arising suspicion. Looking at Aziraphale's warm smile and feeling a bit happy, because of the sensation of fingers gently caressing his hair.
Cale couldn't help but begrudgingly allow him some room in his heart. He slapped the silver headed man's hand away, pretending to be upset.
"Stop ruining my hair! Or I'll trash this place down"
Aziraphale cackled at his Cale's cute outburst, he could clearly see the red heads ears turn red. Smirking evilly our transmigrator, pinched his cheeks without worry.
"Trash it as much as you like, I'll just make buy another bar or renovate it. My adorable dongsaeng, you'll just be doing me a favour, I've been meaning to change the layouts a bit."
Although those words made Cale's heart flutter, he wouldn't intentionally destroy anything in this place. Because it was the first time he met the barista....
"Who's your dongsaeng! Last time I checked some old man, with a bold receding hairline was supposed to be the owner of Endless."
Our transmigrator smiled mischievously, while continuously doting on his cute dongsaeng. Cale didn't know if he wanted to find out how exactly Aziraphale, became the bar owner.
"He was. But maybe he decided that I was a way better fit and willingly handed me ownership."
Cale knew his Hyung is spouting bullshit, but he didn't care enough to find out what went down; not to mention that he is way too content currently, to worry about some nobody.
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Host he was as wiling as a cornered animal, maybe you would be willing to teach such 'intimidation' (threats) tactics to other Fatuus?
___________________Flashback
Smirking at the cute puppy young masters back, as the other left in a flurry. Aziraphale left his position to go towards his bosses office.
His steps didn't make even the slightest creek on the old wooden stairs, nor did the door creek when opened, so it was no surprised that Bob screamed in fright.
Staring at his scary employees unfathomable eyes, one could say he's pissing his pants figuratively. Aziraphale in question was just using a tiny bit of his aura, after all he didn't want to kill the guy... yet.
"Please give me the ownership of your bar"
Smiling unnervingly he looked like a demon, like he would do something dreadful if Bob didn't go along with his request.
Spluttering the bar owner could only timidly hand out the paper confirming his possession of Endless... to save his life. Aziraphale himself didn't realize how villainous he looked, continued giving what he thought was a charming smile.
"Don't you worry, you'll still be doing the same thing as you've done before. Which is accounting and being an overall manager of this place"
That's not what I am worried about!!
Bob felt an impending doom written in his future, but since he couldn't say anything, he swallowed his cries and nodded smiling.
"Now off you go to work, I'll see you later."
Kicking Bob out of his new office Aziraphale snapped his finger, changing the layout of his office completely. It now looked like a working environment fit for a noble.
Sitting down on his luxurious chair, he looked no less of a king, more a tyrant. That's what his employees are starting to call him behind his back, not to mention how much he's continued to change the entire bar overtime.
Which currently looked like an expensive resort made for aristocracy, gaining massive popularity for letting anyone inside regardless of status.
Aziraphale also 'bought' tons of establishments under the name of Achilles, truly making him a formidable figure in the business industry.
As long as they can pay that is, Bob couldn't help but cry himself to sleep every night. Seeing how powerful the boss got, he knew he could kill him without a trace now, so he couldn't stop imagining his body being buried underground or similar scenarios.
Aziraphale was wining phycological warfare he had no idea was going on, not to mention the fact that the most of his employees had similar mindset as Bob.
Flashback end
Trying not to roll his eyes in annoyance, Aziraphale had no idea what tactic he displayed and just thought the system was being sarcastic again.
I just activated my aura a bit to make myself seem a little bigger, what type of tactic is that?
Placing a box on-top of his office desk, the transmigrator leaned back on his chair lazily. Motioning Cale to open his present.
Hesitantly opening the box, Cale gently grasped a simple necklace made entirely out of what seemed to be diamond, a square silver locket in front hung at the front.
Which contained the picture of them both smiling joyfully. If one looked closely there was an engraving that said; "My soul is always with you dongsaeng, call out my name and I shall appear wherever you are."
Cale's fingers trembled while he put on the necklace, before jumping Aziraphale. He hugged his Hyung so tightly, as if he was going to disappear.
Someone else will transmigrate into my body and I theirs, I just hope.... I can meet you again, please any gods listening. I pray that you won't let it be the last time I see him.
Hugging Cale back, Aziraphale had grown very found of the redhead. He knew that whatever happens his Cale will be happy in that earth. So our transmigrator will enjoy what time he has left with his dongsaeng to the fullest.
Cale went back to Henituse estate with a heavy and sorrowful heart, only after did he become a regressor he found his his entire world. But now he had to leave Aziraphale for his other world, his mother.
Why's life so cruel?
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Host has gotten attached, would you like me to turn off your emotions again?
___________________"No, I won't this time. I know everything will play out for the better."
Tilting his head upward to look at the night sky, Aziraphale felt a sense of longing for the first time in a while. Proving that he wasn't some emotionless monster, he knew he shouldn't get attached but he couldn't help it.
It is human nature to be selfish
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TRANSMIGRATORS SELF-SAVING SYSTEM
FanfictionA system with unknown purpose and goal, made just for distinctive souls to fulfill their destiny, filing in the cracks in fables in order for stories to go according to fates will. We call those souls Fatuus for a singular soul and fatui in plural...