TharnType: My Sexy Butler🍑 (Completed) //Mewgulf

Lemon X: The massacre of Leo and fiat

While I'm writing this chapter, I shed many tears remembering my grandfather, who is also an Alzheimer's patient. This story touched a deep part of my heart, bringing back memories of the times we shared and the struggles we faced together. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as it meant to me. Enjoy reading!

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Tharn arrived at the open door and saw the horrified look on Type's face. He stepped into the room, only to be met with the gruesome sight of Leo and Fiat's lifeless bodies. The smell of decay was overpowering, and the room felt colder and darker than the rest of the mansion.

Type, still in shock, moved closer to the bodies, his hands shaking uncontrollably. He looked down at Leo and Fiat, his eyes filling with tears.

"Leo... Fiat... What happened to you?" Type's voice cracked as he spoke. "Who did this to you?"

Type fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "Fiat, I became an instrument for you to change, right? For your father, because I understood you. How could this happen? What will your father do now? He loved you so much."

His voice grew louder, filled with anguish. "Even though you were thieves, and despite everything wrong you did, why? Why did someone do this to you?!"

Tharn stood behind Type, his own heart breaking at the sight. He reached out to touch Type's shoulder, but Type shook him off, his grief turning to anger.

Type turned to the bodies, his voice rising in a hysterical scream. "Leo, Fiat... I'm so sorry. I should have protected you. I should have known something was wrong. This is my fault!"

Tharn, standing behind Type, tried to calm him down, but Type was inconsolable. "Type, it's not your fault. We’ll find out who did this, and they will pay."

Type shook his head violently, his tears streaming down his face. "No! This shouldn’t have happened! Whoever did this will pay. They will pay dearly for taking away two innocent lives."

Tharn's voice was firm, yet filled with sorrow. "Yes, Type. We will make sure of it. We won't stop until we find them."

Type's grief overwhelmed him again, and he screamed into the air. "You heartless bastard! Whoever you are, you will pay for this! You will pay for taking away their lives!"

He collapsed beside the bodies, his sobs echoing in the room. "Fiat, you were so scared to tell your father about you and Leo. You were so brave, and now... What will he do without you? He loved you so much."

Type's voice dropped to a whisper, his words filled with pain. "Even though you were thieves, you didn’t deserve this. Why did it have to end like this? Why did someone have to be so cruel?"

Tharn knelt beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We need to go, Type. We need to get help. We’ll make sure justice is served."

Type nodded slowly, his grief still heavy in his heart. "I'm so sorry, Leo. Fiat. We will make sure whoever did this pays for their crime."

As Type stood up with Tharn's help, his mind drifted back to the first time he encountered Leo and Fiat.

Flashback

Type was running down the hallway, his breath coming in quick gasps as he chased Leo and Fiat for their second attempt of stealing. They had just stolen something from Tharn's room, and Type was determined to catch them. But the two were fast, their movements almost effortless as they darted through the mansion.

"Stop! Thieves!" Type shouted, but his voice only seemed to spur them on. He could hear their laughter echoing off the walls, teasing him with their speed.