Lord Reaper and His 'Wife' [BL]

Chapter 1: Lord Reaper's Manor

Chapter 1: Lord Reaper's Manor

Arxian woke up with a jumpstart. Catching his breath, he tried recalling the events he could bremember yesterday.

Silver hair, golden eyes and pale skin kept haunting his dreams as though an unbelievable nightmare chasing after him. He held his forehead, hissing with irritation as he think about that man. His golden cold sharp eyes staring at him before he called him 'wife'.

"Fuck." He muttered, removing the blanket covering his body only realizing that he was somewhere unfamiliar. Surrounded by dark and old fashioned room. Although spacious, the place was dull and lonely. Leaping off the bed, the cold marble floor gave chills into his feet sending shiver entirely to his body. Once more he looked around. The antique looking furniture were mostly of gold, shining in the contrast of shadow and light on the dim candle.

The sight almost made him feel sick as he made his way to the mirror. The guy told him yesterday that he was dead. But it doesn't seem so when staring at his reflection right now. His skin was normally pale, his brown lenses still have that color and brightness in them blending with his dark hair. Overall he looked so alive. But his clothes were now different than yesterday. He was sure he was wearing a black robe, albeit now a white one in a loose sleeve with gold linings and designs. The lace was of black dye knotted around his waist.

"Geez, where the hell am I now?" He selflessly asked finding the door on his rummage. A smile escaped his lips after the 'escape route' was found. Before rejoicing further, he checked the knob feeling the click sound that shows it wasn't locked at all. "Good." He whispered opening it fully to make an exit with a grin plastered to his lips in thought of out smarting the 'wierdos'. Barefoot, he was welcomed by a long hallway. Designed with multiple soldier armor holding spheres align and an endless red carpet.

His first step was heavily full of caution. The same with his second step in case the armor would move to stop him or a servant of some sort would come out and do so. His third step emitted the same consciousness until it continued on farther away from the room, slowly his phase rises until he started running, following random route whenever the hallway splits in two.

The place was already dizzying for him as he went further. Stopping to catch his breath, holding his knees feeling the sweat escaping his forehead. "Where the hell is the stairs?" He complained now in irritation, wiping his face with his sleeves. The hallway's interior remained the same as if he'd been running in circles.

"Stairs?" A young timid voice spoke. Arxian turned imstinctively, finding a girl hiding behind one of the armors standing by the side. Her hair was no different from Victor's: silver, it was long and a little curled from the tip, her eyes weren't gold, but were the color of blood. Red, almost like ruby.

The boy frowned, coming closer to the younger who hid herself even more on the stairs. "Do you know where the stairs is, kid?" He asked. Making his voice a little softer not to scare her of. She sniffed. Her eyes began producing tears that panicked Arxian as he went closer to pick her up. "Hey, what's up?" He petted her head almost too disgusted with what he was doing: coaxing a child.

The crying child hugged him as she cried quietly, her shoulder trembling while she sniffled. "I want my mother." She cried.

"Mother? Are you lost too?"

The child nodded.

"Alright. Let's find the way out together."

Feeling the girl's chin on his shoulder heaved, he started walking around the hallway again. It's been whole ten minutes of walk and his sense of direction didn't seem to give progress. They were still lost and in he's still in daze over which turn he should choose.