Rewrite The Star

CHAPTER 74 : EXHAUSTION AND LONGING

CHAPTER 74: EXHAUSTION AND LONGING

The days melted into one another as Atlas and Darren worked tirelessly to prepare for the Moon Festival, the event just five days away. Their bodies ached from the constant labor, but there was little time for rest.

“Exhausted yet?” Darren asked, his voice a tired whisper as they collapsed onto the floor of the guildhall, surrounded by decorations and preparations.

Atlas nodded, his eyes half-lidded. “Feels like we’ve been working for days without end.”

Darren groaned in agreement. “How many days left until this festival?”

Atlas squinted at the clock on the wall. “Five more days, including today,” he replied.

“Great,” Darren muttered. “That means four more days of suffering.”

Atlas chuckled lightly, his mind wandering. When will Creed return? he thought to himself. The thought of his friend—the demon lord, his companion, and something more—gnawed at him.

Meanwhile, in the Hell Realm, Creed sat upon his throne, a sense of calm authority surrounding him. Kent, ever loyal, knelt before him.

“All forces are ready for the Blood Project, my lord,” Kent reported, his voice steady.

Creed’s eyes narrowed as he regarded Kent. “Good. The time to reclaim what was lost is almost here.”
Kent hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “There’s something I wish to show you.”

Creed rose from his throne, his curiosity piqued. He followed Kent down a darkened hallway, his sharp eyes catching something that caused his heart to quicken.

“What is this?” Creed asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Back in the human realm, Atlas had returned home after another long day of preparation. He was drunk, the weight of the evening’s drinks pulling him down.

“Made it home!” Atlas laughed, stumbling through the door, his words slurred. “Creed, I’m home!”
Silence answered him.

“Oh, right. He’s still in Hell,” Atlas mumbled, a smile tugging at his lips despite the growing sadness in his chest. “He said he wouldn’t leave, but now he’s gone…”

At that moment, a cold voice spoke behind him. “I didn’t leave you, you fool.”

Atlas turned in shock, only to find Creed standing in the doorway, his dark figure framed by the night’s shadows.

“Creed!” Atlas exclaimed, his joy overflowing as he lunged toward him. The two of them collided onto the bed, Atlas’s face inches from Creed’s.

“Hooman, what are you doing?” Creed asked, his voice both amused and stern.

Atlas grinned, his drunken thoughts slipping away as he gazed at Creed’s handsome face. “You really are handsome…”

Creed raised an eyebrow. “What the hell are you—”

Before he could finish, Atlas leaned in, his lips mere inches from Creed’s. But before the kiss could happen, Creed pushed him away, his voice firm.

“Go take a shower, you drunken idiot,” Creed ordered.

“Aw, you’re no fun,” Atlas grumbled, but he complied, stumbling toward the bathroom.

Left alone, Creed’s heart raced in confusion. What the hell just happened? he thought, unsure of his own feelings.