It's 1967 and Harry is tired of being that little religious boy who everyone makes fun of. Tired of God pretending not to hear him, he decides to take other reins in secret; How bad could it go if he turned to the Devil? How fast would he answer him...
It had only been a few minutes since it happened, and Harry seemed to have frozen in place. Louis cleaned his face with his own shirt, took him in his arms, and carried him to the small, uncomfortable bed there, undressing him to put on a gray long-sleeved shirt, baggy pants, and white socks. It was the least he could do.
It was when the curly boy fell asleep -or so it seemed- that he turned towards the door, moving his hand in the direction of the door. He must have blocked it, at least for the time he wouldn't be there.
He stood up slowly, walking to the middle of the room, with each step causing a noise in the old wood floor. He took one last look at the boy who seemed to be sleeping peacefully under the blankets, and finally disappeared, leaving a deafening silence.
And not being able to see when her husband's green eyes opened.
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Going back to that house meant being greeted by screaming, crying, things that he couldn't care less about. He was there to threaten Harry's only remaining castrati cousin, warning him to be silent or his death would be one of the most painful.
There were officers in that place, he could hear a woman crying and he was sure it was Harry's aunt, mourning the loss of another of her children. Clearly, it wasn't her fault that she'd had imbeciles.
Louis would have gone straight to the room where that idiot was, but he stopped. There was something strange...
He looked at the bag that was wrapping Ben's body, which was on a stretcher and had to get a little closer to check. Anyway, he wasn't being visible to the others.
He took his hand over the bag, not touching it, and confirmed it, Ben's soul was still in place.
How was that possible? Actually, Louis' real question was, why had Death not gone for the soul of that pitiful attempt of a person?
When he wasn't making pacts, Death was in charge of the souls. He would take them away and lead them to where they belonged. Heaven, hell, purgatory. Not taking a soul from a body meant leaving it with its own decision, that would mean that Ben would become a soul in torment, or not even wake up, continue as if he were asleep, which seemed perfect to Louis because he didn't want to see him even as a ghost, but... it was still strange.
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