The Midnight Sky

Part 4

Chapter 7

By the time His Lord would have been thirty, there have been more Child Skies then Jager cares to remember.

It seemed for every two Mafioso Skies there where four Child Skies chosen and somehow- Jager was more than certain that Checkerface bastard was behind it- every single Child Sky Arcobaleno had found their way onto his Lord's Doorstep. It pains him every time he opens that door to a childish face and that cursed pacifier around the young one's neck like a noose that's slowly tightening so none will notice until its too late.

Jager makes it his duty to remember the children's names and bits of information about them, but he can no longer bring himself to actively attempt growing closer to them- none last longer than ten months no matter what anyone tries- so he leaves their care to the maids and household staff.

The town graveyard is filled with more children than elderly these days.

Speculation spreads around the town of a plague that only targets children and soon it's near impossible to catch sight of any children out on the streets as worried parents began to lock their offspring within the sanctuary of their home- even the street kids had been picked up by Pastors willing to house the young.

His Lord is or rather would be thirty-two when Checkerface shows his face again.

The humanoid speaks of gathering the rainbow again- all seven united once more- to break the curse. For some reason, the creatures words-his promise- sends a chill of dread down Bermuda's spine. Despite the creature's previous deceptions, Jager cannot stop himself from feeling a faint sense of hope and judging from the look in Jack's eyes nor could the rouge. Still, neither of them had forgotten and taken measures to ensure this time they would not be caught off guard.

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He's dying.

His Cloud Flames had been torn from his very being and it was only through Jager's intervention the emerald eyed teen still had the pacifier.

Still, even with his Sky Flames, something important is missing and he can only watch in silent horror as his skin peels itself off his bones. If he's honest, Bermuda never thought he would live long- Fate just seemed out to get him from day one- and he wouldn't have minded had it not been for the prone forms not to fall from where he, himself, had fallen.

Jager and Jack- His Cloud and His Storm- are right there, just within the corner of his eyes, yet he cannot feel them. Where their Bonds usually stood within His Sky is a blank endless void that all but screams at him.

Bermuda had never been so terrified in both his lives.

Emerald eyes slowly move away from the two and onto the creature that had caused this: Checkerface.

That abomination just stands there, staring down at him in confusion.

"You should be dead by now."

For the first time in his life, Bermuda could feel something burning deep within his gut; something he had only tasted yet never truly felt before: Hatred.

This abomination had killed them: had stolen Jager from him, stolen Jack from him, and was now telling him he wasn't dying quick enough for the other's taste?!