The Midnight Sky

Part Two

Chapter 3

His Little Lord is five when his Lord passes away in his sleep.

Its one of the few times in Jager's life that the teen finds he doesn't quite know what to do.

Bermuda was still so young, too young, for the pressure the elder knew would be crushing down upon the child. Yet society would not care. Volker von Veckenschtein is dead, leaving Bermuda to face the wolves alone. There is no doubt in Jager's mind that many who attend the funeral would be looking to influence if not outright extradite the newly orphaned Veckenschtein Scion.

Judging from the look upon His Lord's face, Bermuda was well aware of what was awaiting him outside the carriage's walls.

"Lord Bermuda, If you do not wish to do this you do not have to."

It was a lie, they both knew that. Many would challenge his Right to Inherit if he did not show. Yet a part of Jager could not help but wish Bermuda would take his up on his offer and turn around- go back to the safety of the Manor.

"No. Thank you, but this is something I must do Jager."

"Of course, Lord Bermuda. "

He says nothing at His Lord's expressionless face, the wolves outside the carriage's doors would tear His Lord apart if he showed even an ounce of emotions, as their carriage stills to a complete stop.

The funeral is a solemn affair, Jager spends it as he has many other events: As Lord Bermuda's shadow. As far as the wolves are concerned Lord Bermuda had arrived alone yet Jager is there observing the deplorable eyes that descry His Lord's every breath. If any had made a move forward with Ill intent, Jager would not hesitate to terminate the filth before their shadow could even grace His Lords being. Still, Jager finds himself highly tempted to end this farce in a bloodbath the moment an overweight mid-aged man with thinning brown hair all but drags one of his daughters towards His Lord.

Perhaps making his such a happy occasion can help one overcome the recent tragedy, Indeed.

If not for the emerald eyes glancing his way with a perspicuous warning, Jager would have decimated the man for his boldness alone. After all, he wasn't supposed to be there; it would be embarrassing if he was caught due to his inability to stifle his temper. Still, he doubted anyone would question it if the man suffered an unfortunate accident during one of his midnight strolls.

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He has discovered the source of all evil.

Emerald eyes narrow at the dangerous foe across from the child as a scowl easily slips onto his face. Despite his best efforts he just couldn't seem to best the foe that sat less them five feet away, mocking him with its very existence.

"Lord Bermuda, glaring at the paperwork will not cause it lessen. "

Emerald eyes slowly- cautiously as he was still certain the monster was breeding on his desk- glance away from the Devil Incarnated and onto his own personal angel, only to resist the urge to cry upon noticing a good two-foot-high stack of papers within his angel's arms. He's honestly tempted to burn it all, to use it as kindle for the fireplace keeping the study warm, but he knows better.

Personal experience had taught him better for no matter how many times he burned the Devil Jager- a secret sadist angel who thought ahead on everything- would show up with extra copies he had made 'just in case'. Bermuda does his best to forget what he was certain was demonic chuckles that left the sadist angel when the younger had busted into tears after the twelfth failed attempt to free himself of the Devil Incarnated.