Lord Reaper and His 'Wife' [BL]

Chapter 9: Hunting and Honeymoon Vacation Starts

We're back from the loooooong Hiatus!!!

I had few ideas now after years(sorry bout that) and I'm happy to inform you that we're continuing. Honestly I almost forgot about this until a few dm-ed me. So I reread it and I suddenly got my interest back 😅. So thank you!

But it'll still be a slow ud. Hope you enjoy~

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The awkward morning continued with a family breakfast.

Eating with his father again felt like years, but frankly, he wasn't much to entertain his request. However, right now it didn't really matter.

Their silence are occupied with the silverware clanging into the ceramic plate, almost deafening the large dining hall. Victor was there as well, making things worse for Arxian to enjoy a tasty meal.

"Son," after swallowing his nth spoonful, mr. Zeldon spoke. Clear enough to let Xian hear him in the far corner of the long table.

His son eyed him. Waiting for the continuation of his call.

"We were able to supress the cult you wanted me to find." He said.

The boy nodded with a pleased expression. "Where are those bastards then?" He asked.

"What are you planning to do with them?"

"None of your business."

His father sighed. It was definitely his heartless son in front of him. No one would doubt that attitude. "I still don't understand how you got up from your funeral. Although I don't believe in superstitions, I think this man beside you is the reason for it." He said.

Meeting the rare existence to a sharp golden eyes, Victor gave him a calm charismatic smile that despite an underworld devil into Arxian's eyes, he could not help but emit an angel-aura to the boy's father.

It was a sight that disgusted his self-proclaimed wife who glared at him. A look that clearly states and demands that he should just go 'die' which in return, made the silver haired male raise his chin and looked down at him in a more oppressing demeanor.

The young man didn't like the way he responded, clicking his tongue. "Send me where you took those bastards. I'll take care of them myself." He said before leaving the dining hall.

Victor placed his silverware down on the table and stood up as well. "Then I'll be taking my leave." He formally excused himself following the trails Xian took towards the exit door.

The sheer hush of rain in the silent night. His eyes covered not to see what lies beyond before his death.

Fear, hopelessness, and shame.

All happened to him in one day. Just when the clock hit 7:07 in the evening. The deafening chants that he could not bare to digest despite how he saw nothing of it back then until they removed what covered his eyes. His eyes that witnessed everything and his brain that can never forget every detail of how it went.

Red cloaks, undetermined hums but close to Latin like terminologies and unidentified dances.

Nightmares would emerge within him. This flashbacks became his daily reminder that he was killed.

Stabbed.

Offered.

They sold his soul and now he's kept the idea drilled in his head for so long it felt like centuries.