Lord Reaper and His 'Wife' [BL]

Chapter 6: Rising From the Coffin

Chapter 6: Rising From the Coffin

The coffin remained in the middle of the hall. Serene silence hushed into the air, keeping the candles glowing dimly on each side of the altar and a picture of him, expressionless, young and quiet. His eloquence hidden in such defiling aura that misinterpreted his true nature. His image framed in a large photograph that defeated the height of a Mary statue beside it.

White roses complimented the black marbled floor, chairs assembled in two sections, leaving the middle empty as an isle covered in a crimson red carpet. The visitors stay seated in the chair, geared exclusively in their black dresses and suits staring at the young man's image displayed atop the coffin where the owner of that young picture lies.

Mourning his death for three days was something his father never imagined. At least he thought about it, but he would quickly dismiss that possibility. Yet now it came to prove him that he couldn't protect his son in ways of entrusting him to people he barely knew and hired.

The piano was playing that night. The harmony phased to be a religious note. Harmonious, peaceful and emotional. However, no expression escaped out of the mafia boss' face that evening. His face unblinking, seating on his own provided chair in front. A heartless man who both makes mistakes and learns from it equally. He encountered too much loss as to let this one entirely take over him, let alone, make him feel afraid to lose more.

This son with a promising talent is a big loss, however. He could have trained him easier and might have given him the title as early.

"My condolences." A female hummed to the man, distracting his thoughts from his son's possible growth that has now pinned to a close.

"He was a reckless son. I think this is inevitable." He replied nonchalantly.

The woman stared at the boss seriously before nodding goodbye and setting off from the funeral hall.

Staring into a blank space, lightning struck from the window all the sudden. At the same time, rain began to pour loudly into the background of the fading music.

It was unusual. Unusual that a storm started visiting the evening. There wasn't any warning on the news about this kind of calamity, but he didn't gave much thought to it as he busied himself accommodating his son's visitors.

Thunder let out another enraged roar. Hitting the ground that seemed so close to the mansion for comfort. Now it worried the boss over this unexpected event. It might not be a good time to bury his son the next morning so he decided to rather have a cremation for him.

"Greetings." His thoughts were distracted once more realizing that he was faced by a tall young man. Looking up, it didn't seem that he knew the stranger who possessed an unusual silver hair and golden eyes. To him a beauty rivals people his age, that probably even defeated the models one has aspired to become. His bodies covered in white suit that if most ridiculed, he'll be a representation of an angel.

"Yes, good evening." He replied nonetheless. "It doesn't seem like I've met you before." He said.

"Indeed. You have not." The man replied nonchalantly. "For in this world, only your son knows me."

He nodded. "It seems so." He said. "What are you, a friend of his?" He asked again.

That was a good question. Victor smiled rather proud, his eyes darting towards the coffin where the boy lies. "I'm more than that." Upon his statement, the cramp box suddenly shook.

Unsettling that made the people looking at it stood in disarray. The second time it shook, they all backed away cautiously ensuring they're out of the coffin's reach as it opened slowly, suspenseful as the supposed dead body sits up. Now as the unexpected revival of the young raven caused panic around the funeral, he simply gave a solemn look that directed into the silvette who stood beside his father.

Smiling, Victor turned to the younger. "Well, good evening. Took you quite a long time. I was sure I returned you an hour ago." He said amused to the sight of his awoken wife, as though what he had mentioned was something normal.

"Asshole! Who told you to interrupt me?! I can go back by myself!" He shouted irritated, lifting himself from the cramp box and jumping off. The heat was unimaginable that made him looked down to his body only to realize that he's fully suit.

"You look good in it."

Xian groaned. "Can you stop being such a fucker? I said I didn't need your help." He hissed.

For after a long while of undetermined frenzy, contemplating whether his eyes were decieving him or not, he stood from his seat. Blinking twice as he did not anticipate his son who rose back to life, literally. "Arxian?" He called, ignoring the other fact that when he's reign from his previous lifeless coffin, he was already arguing with the new comer.

"Dad." Xian called back, sternly. "I want you to do me a favor and research the whereabouts of a cult. Bastards with red hoods who offers random people in the rain." He started, unbuttoning his sleeves, pulling the necktie off his formal wear and loosening his tight neckline collar.

"How are you alive?" His father asked instead. "You're stabbed in the chest. How do you expect me to believe that you're alive?"

"I'm talking to you, idiot. Isn't that enough proof?" He removed his blazer for more breathing space and toss the extra clothes randomly before he started walking towards the funeral's exit.

Victor made a short look to Mr. Zeldon before following the younger. "Do forgive our short notice of arrival. Consider this as your son's bucket list if you may." Disappearing into the boss' sight, the old man sat back from his previous seat. It had been a long day, but never did he know something like this would just arrive in his life like any other.

However, as he trailed this thought hanging in his bloody logical mind, he wasted no time, sifting up his phone from the contents of his pocket and dialed a number. It hit few rings until the other line answered.

"My son's killer were those stupid religious cults we dealt in city C. I want them all caught." After saying that, he ended the call. Staring back at the door his son descended off from.