I don't like him. He's cocky, has a silver tongue, and an awful vibe to add. His actions are contradictory and leads one to question his intentions. He is without a doubt, the last person I want to admit being submissive to. Even his name means.......
Wait. Hold on.
What does it mean..?
The name of a grim reaper bears their owner's truths and true form. But I never knew what his name meant. Nor have really I thought about it.
"Hey Lucar......What does your name mean?" I asked after a short pause in the middle. Lucar also stood in his place before questioning me.
"What's with you all of a sudden?"
"Just answer the damn question." I rebuked impatiently.
"Hmmmmm. I'll tell you, when you have properly matured."
"Even though I keep telling you I'm not a child anymore." I muttered underneath my breath. Breathing in, I raised my voice so that he would catch every word this time.
"Fine. Once I've properly linked with my scythe, you tell me what your name means."
"And properly reap a soul, let's not forget about that." He added.
"Deal."
Lucar has always been like this. Arrogant and trickery also here and there- hard to negotiate with. But he doesn't lie. Maybe that's a part of him I appreciate. Then again maybe not.
Soon after, things began to change. As I grew older- more and more people began to look at me more differently.
I stood out more than before, my hair wasn't like the rest with its color. My eyes became a mint green rather than a hollow red. It became difficult to breathe in this world.
It's suffocating.
A part of me that could never fit in, is now even more noticeable than ever. Rapidly everything seemed to be collapsing, and eventually became broken.
But I wasn't the one who was broken.
It was Lucar.
Putting it into a more literal term, Lucar broke a solemn rule of this world; and it spinned into chaos.
I've heard of his crimes but I still wanted more proof, stranger's words isn't the truth. I was naive but I wanted to know, even if it was wrong in doing so.
I entered into the realm where Lucar was kept, it was automatically cold, ominous, and sickening. Silently walking towards the oddly shaped cage I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure being kept inside. There were chains locking his extremities in place while Lucar was stripped of his cloak and scythe. Moving closer his head twitched as he heard my footsteps, slowly facing my direction, his expression was very reserved.
It didn't quite click to me then but it angered me.
"Laven get out." That's his special way of saying you shouldn't be here.
"It took efforts to get in here. I'm not just going to leave without a conversation."
"Get. Out." He repeated sternly.
"Lucar. You should know that tone of yours doesn't scare me." I implied.
Gripping his own hands I could tell if I wanted to engage into a conversation, I better do it now. Swallowing a puff of air I stated my question.
"I've heard a lot about the incident but I want to know from you personally. So what do you have to say?"
"There's nothing more to say, you know what you heard. Now leave Laven."
"You've raised me for these many years! You should know better than anyone else that I'm not going to budge until you give me an explanation!" I pressed. Brushing back his hair he clicked his tongue before quick glance. Continuously he would grip his palms together, while thoughts rolled into his mind.
"I want to hear it. From you." I pushed him again. No matter what, Lucar won't lie. That's just the type of person he is.
"It's true. What everyone said. I......interacted with the mortal realm." He explained, while forcing a historical laugh.
