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⚠️Warning⚠️: This chapter contains attempted rape. If you're sensitive about this topic, I suggest readers consider it carefully before proceeding. *******
As the five guys lunged towards the tall figure, who was initially supposed to be the hero for the night, sheer courage immediately surged within Sean. He didn't understand why, nor did he have an idea of how. The only thing he knew was that he needed to save that person.
"Hey." A deep voice echoed throughout the room. When the voice's owner didn't receive the reaction he wanted, he repeated—this time, with the company of his foot kicking the sofa. "Hey, servant. Wake up."Sean stirred in his sleep, trying to block the noise away from penetrating his eardrums. It took him quite a while last night to adjust and fell asleep in this constricted area, yet he is now being woken up by none other than the person who has caused his misery in the first place."What?" he replied with a hoarse voice; his eyes remained closed, for he didn't want to answer at first. But judging from the relentless kick, he knew ignoring wouldn't be practical."I'm hungry."Seriously?! This guy! Just because he saved me, he thinks he
"What is that weird-looking, colorful but kinda brown little thing?”Sean looked between the elf king and the food he placed in puzzlement. His eyes widened, and his jaws dropped open, allowing at least tons of insects to fly in if they were interested. “Huh?”
Sean's shadow cast shorter on the pavement when he walked to his workplace, for the sun was up relatively higher than usual. Even before he left home, he knew he was going to be late. However, he didn't want to remind himself of the reason why. If he were to think back, he would lose not only his mood but also his mind.Despite having a giant figure who might have consumed half the space of his shoe-box apartment, it looked no different to him that he was dealing with a three-year-old who knew nothing better to do than ask questions.Seriously, did he live in the cave back then? Did he just come out from a thousand-year meditation? Sean thought to himself.Like his feet
🔞WARNING:🔞Please proceed with caution. You're about to enter the world of adult xD Readers, you've been warned.
🔞WARNING:🔞 Though with not much detail, there'll still be a bit of sexually related description in the content below. Readers who aren't comfortable with such a thing, please consider before proceeding.*******
The clinking sound of the ring against the metal bar, followed by the rustling sound of the fabric echoes near the end corner of a second-clothes shop as Oswin drew the beige curtain closed. Not long after, the same sound reverberated again as he stepped out of the fitting room, dressed in loose black pants that barely reached his ankles and a stoic cactus print woven button-down shirt."The pants are too short. The shirt doesn’t suit you. Next," said Sean.The curtain continually draws open and closed by the same person. In front of the small fitting room, Sean was sitting with his ankle propped on one knee and leaned back on the chair, clearly finding amusement in the busy curtain."Too tight. Another," he commanded when Oswin came out with another set of clothes.
P.S: Because this is the last chapter, the length is longer than usual.*******"Hey, do you know what happened to the interrogation room's door?" asked a man in a police officer's uniform as he was relieving himself on the wall-mounted urinal."I don't know. The cameras were working normally, but it was turned off at that moment. We couldn't figure out what had happened," answered another police officer.Just then, there was a thud, followed by a bang, and finished by an ouch echoing from one cubicle behind them. The two police officers looked at each other with frowns before zipping up their pants and withdrawing the guns. They nodded and padded toward the noisy booth in alarming modes.
The sun was blazing hot on the outside, dehydrating people that walked on the street, making them imagine seeing steams coming off the cobblestone pavement. Nevertheless, the hotness and steam were literally happening inside a small apartment, for Sean felt like he really saw smoke rising from Oswin's head as he glared at the person in front of him with eyes as sharp as a blade. "You're saying you don't have anything to say?" asked Oswin. Each word was enunciated clearly as if he couldn't believe what he had heard. "Of course. What else do I have to say?" Benji answered fearlessly with a mocking face. It was hard to blame Benji for his sheer dumb courage because he hadn't witnessed the power of the elf king yet. When he was taken out of the hospital, he was unconscious.
"What do you mean?" Anderson widening his eyes in shock. "He said he could. He promised to take my family to Aldous and made us immortal. He already took my sister there." "Sister?" Oswin asked with a frown. The image of the mortal woman he had accidentally killed flashed before his eyes. It couldn't be just a mere coincidence that Anderson and that woman were somewhat familiar. Radiating a golden light from his right hand, Oswin used it to draw a rectangular box in the air, which subsequently projected a picture of someone inside. "Is she the one?" "Yes. That's Elena. King Father already took her to his kingdom and made her immortal. She is now living in luxury with her immortality, isn't she?" asked Anderson with a glint of hope and excitement in his eyes. Sean and
"Now, speak," said Oswin in a threatening voice. His face showed not a single trace of mercy as he glared at the two men kneeling before him. Things weren't sure whether the elf king was too intimidating or the witnesses felt threatened. There were no words spoken in the whole two minutes. And it irritated to the point that his body began glowing off a golden light, causing the kneeling humans before him to tremble in fear. "Why don't you speak? Are you deaf? I order you to speak!" He raised his voice and sat bolt upright on the couch, eyes shooting a deadly glare. "Oswin..." Sean drawled as he came to join his lover on the left side, brushing their shoulders together. "They aren't deaf. They are mute." "Huh?" He turned to look at Sean perplexedly. "Mute? But they ta
The pitch-black darkness behind Sean's eyelids turned grey as the sunlight's reflection through the open glass window shone into the room. He stirred and groaned in his sleep before rolling to the side, throwing his hand over his loved one's broad chest. As the fleshes came into contact, he breathed in the scent he loved so well and chuckled. "Having a beautiful dream?" asked Oswin, craning his neck down to look at the one hugging him. Breathing his favorite scent in heavily that sounded like a sniff, Sean replied, "Yeah. A heavenly dream plus a beautiful reality. Your presence and scent give me a sense of security." "Am I?" "Yes, you are, great-great-whatever-more-great grandfather," giggling Sean, burying his face into the crook of Oswin's neck.
Yesternight past midnight: downtown Oakland's mortuary: "So, that bright light brought me to Earth?" Oswin asked after he finished recalling what happened on his last day at Aldous. Genevie nodded. "Yes. The trial began that day." "That explains how l lose my power. But why did this memory get erased?" "I am not sure, Oswin. Maybe this trial wants you to learn about humanity through love and not fear. If you remember this accident, even though you won't hurt a mortal, it was only because of the elf's weakness. In short, it was more like an obligation. But if you don't remember, every action that you forgive a mortal will be purely based on your heart. I think this must be it." "This could
Aldous: The Day of The Accident It was one foggiest day Aldous had ever seen. Armed with a sword, a bow, and arrows, Oswin rode on the back of his pitched-black horse and ventured alone into the forest, searching for a rare white deer that only showed itself once a millennium. The creature showed itself at the wrong time, arousing curiosity within him. Known for its lightning-fast speed, it took only a few gallops before the elf king and his horse passed all the guards behind. When they reached the forest, the white deer was out of sight, leaving behind only the paw prints. "Where did it go?" He murmured, looking around for the white thing that should be easily spotted from the darkness. Unfortunately, he couldn't.
Yesternight past midnight: downtown Oakland's mortuary: The corpse of the elf king was left inside the morgue's drawer, unattended and naked. As the hour of death was less than twenty-four hours, no one cared to embalm the body, for they believed the freezer alone should be enough to slow down the decaying until the working time tomorrow. The mortuary was old and small except for the dim bulb on the outside hall. The room and the entire building overlapped with the night's darkness that even the security had to use a flashlight to see his way better. "The lighting needed fixing. This building, too. Who knows when this morgue is going to crumble down? It seems older than my ancestor." The security guard murmured as he patrolled the silent hall.
*WARNING*: This chapter contains 18+ scene. ******* "Oswin, don't! NO!!!" Sean screamed at the top of his lungs. His body jolted, making him sit bolt upright on the bed. His eyes were wide open. Beats of sweat condensed on his forehead and occasionally rolled down his cheek, running along his jawline before dropping to the blanket that fell to the lower half of his body. "Sean." Oswin walked out of the living room. He made his way to the bed and sat down next to his lover. His brows furrowed with worry." Wake up. You're having a nightmare." "Oswin?" asked Sean when he opened his eyes. "Are you really Oswin?" With a smile and a gentle gaze, Oswin lifted his hand and used his long-sleeved shirt to dab the sweat away from Sean's fa