Silk Roads

Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Picnic and Invitation

Date: April 1967
Location: Hogwarts, Marcaunon's study

He blinked owlishly to clear his vision once he felt Death's hold on him loosened. He took in his surroundings with a small smile playing on his lips and sighed in content. It was great to be home. He had missed the scent of Potion fumes and old tomes mixed together to form a completely unique smell that his mind instantly connected to home within Hogwarts.

"Master?" Death questioned with a tilt of Its head.

"It's feels good to be back home, Death." He touched the walls of Hogwarts lovingly. "Hogwarts Magic is like a mother's embrace to me – though I don't really know how that feels like."

"A dimension that Magic has yet to settle in. Quite uncomfortable and stifling isn't it, Master?"

"Very. Half the time I felt Gaia there trying to vacuum my Magic out of my body." He glared playfully at Death. "You should've given me a prior warning. I could've died instantly have I not formed an impromptu wall around my core."

"Constant vigilance, Master."

"Really Death?"

They both grinned at each other before Death excused himself with a small yet graceful bow. Marcaunon dismissed his servant with a wave of his hand and strode out of his private quarters, intending on finding Chaos.

It had been weeks since he last saw his cute little boy. However for Chaos, it had only been a few minutes – Death's control over time was otherworldly (death was everywhere after all). He wished that he was able to travel back and forth through time as well sometimes. Paperwork would be so much easier if that were the case.

After a few more turns, he stood outside of the school's library, where he felt Chaos's unique Magical signature was. He slipped inside unnoticed and stalked towards where his little boy was encircled around stacks upon stacks of old tomes.

He crouched behind the small form of Marchosias before picking his boy up without any form of warning. Chaos squeaked (which would be later denied) cutely and struggled.

"Let go of me you pedophile!"

"Is that anyway to talk to your papa, Chaos?" He cooed as he turned his son and settled Marchosias on his hip.

His son only deadpanned at him before closing those ruby eyes of his – as if he was praying for patience.

"Yes father?" Chaos sighed resignedly as he rested his cheeks on Marcaunon's shoulder. "Is my presence required for something?"

He chuckled and played with his son's cat onesie tail with a soft look in his eyes.

"I just missed you is all."

"...We parted only a few minute ago. Please reassure me that you're not going senile just yet, old man." Chaos smiled innocently at him, as if he had not just insulted Marcaunon's mentality and age.

"What a cheeky brat you are." He murmured as we walked out of the library with his son still in his hold.

"Where are we going, father?"

"To spend time together of course, my cute wittle Chaos." He poked his boy's chubby cheeks as if to emphasize how young he was, knowing that it would annoy Chaos very much. He knew that Chaos hated being in the body of a six–sorry, seven year old.

"Stop that!" His hand was swatted away as he was glared by Chaos. Marcaunon almost squealed at how cute this ruby eyed monster was, with the cat onesie and puffed out cheeks. "And when will you remove this... abomination you call clothing from me?"