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Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader
A meeting with a transcendental being.
content warning: blood, cannibalism
Sitting on your haunches, you look at the withered flower inside the ripped heart in your palms. You recalled how your chest was a gaping hole, devoid of a heart as well. Your hands trembled as you cradled the heart, wrenched straight from the chest of a god.
It was still in your hands, bathed in blood and eerily similar to a humanâs. Similar to yours. If he was a god, why was he so identical to you? Why does he retain the human traits of his previous life after reaching godhood? Was it his way to be tied still to his roots? Was it his way to honor his previous life? Or was he doing this to be like the god you knew, wanting to be closer in image to the people that worshipped him, so they would feel closer to him?
You let out a small laugh at your questions. âGod works in mysterious ways, I suppose.â
The flower within, a dianthus, was withering. You remember how that god had opened his mouth and swallowed your heart full. Was there something in your heart that he needed? Could his replace yours�
You stilled for a moment, realizing that you couldnât even hear your breathing. The withered flower inside his heart seemed to whisper to you, and you felt the temptation to open your mouth. Murmurs began to fill your senses, overwhelming you. The withering flower seemed to speak to you, promising a forgotten power, its decay a testament to the once-mighty deity's fall from grace.Â
You opened your mouth, your mind flashing to the memories of your struggles; the raw, visceral moment when you forcibly tore the heart out of the godâs chest. You felt pure rage then and now it lingered as a hollow echo. You felt⊠empty. That man had once been your father -- a bad one, and you had the satisfaction of beating him to the ground and killing his image.Â
What now?
With a deep breath, you lifted the heart to your mouth, the withered petals coated in blood touching your lips.Â
âWill you be able to carry that power?â
You snapped, looking up in shock. The space had turned dark and when you looked up, your eyes glimmered with the sight of the universe before you, surrounding you. You felt a pull, the silent summons that drew you towards it all. Where is all?
A force pulled you to look up, and you seem to be looking into the edge of the universe. There was something that bears no form and defied mortal comprehension, an unyielding force that transcended all understanding. Whatever it was, it was an ungraspable enigma, woven into the fabric of the universe. You felt a presence, its weight palpable and its depth seemed to be pressing against your soul. You feel heavy.
Overwhelmed, your breath catches in your throat and your eyes teared up. It was as if the universe had stilled and you held your breath at the weight of it all in a moment of profound reverence.
The God of Death was neither seen nor heard, but feltâan all-encompassing awareness that filled the space around a person, a shadow that danced at the edge of perception.Â
He was the very essence of the end, the silence that followed the final breath each dying person takes.Â
You realize how small you are, and how your erratic breathing compares to the calmness He embodied. You were a mere spark in His infinite expanse of time. You smiled through your tears. âYouâre here.â
His vastness tilted, and though He had no eyes, you felt its attention fixed on you. His voice was not a voice but a cacophony of sensations: waves crashing, a fire roaring, the soft crackle of ice breaking apart.
âI am,â He said to you. His voice seemed to ring in your ears, vibrating through your very bones, carrying with it the faint echoes of all the lives He had claimed as his.
âYouâre not like how I expected you to appear,â you murmured, gently lowering your hands as you looked up at the cosmos. He was everything and everywhere all around you at once.Â
âDo you expect me to appear like in your little books?â He asked, His tone amused and it disturbs you to know such a great being was capable of understanding you so intimately.Â
You nodded. âYes.â
The galaxies glimmered as He laughed and you watched it all, mesmerized. âYouâre⊠beautiful.â
This god was not like the one you knew. You knew what Death would look like through the novels, but your idea of an ethereal being that greets you in the afterlife never had a face. You imagined Him to have a figure of kindness cloaked in the despair of the end, a ferryman to guide your soul or a looming, austere angel wrapped in glowing robes. But He was none of that. He was not the gentle shepherd you knew nor was he an angel. There was no humanoid form for you to grasp, to hold for comfort at the end of your life.
He has no voice. He needed none. His presence filled the endless expanse of this space, towering like a mountain, shifting like stormy clouds of a night, the edges fraying into a blinding mix of light and shadows. His body -- can you even call it one? -- was composed of dark clouds, flashing as if a storm was brewing deep within. It swirled in front of you, like the beginning of a hurricane.Â
You recalled the cold waters, the tilting ship, and the piercing ache in your chest. The stinging pain of slamming and breaking the water surface before you lost your consciousness. âIs it my time? Is that why youâre here?â
He did not reply for a moment, and you felt the universe vibrate. The heart was lifted from your palms and floated in front of you.
âA God is dying,â He said. âThese petals were once radiant with celestial light. Because of you, now they are brittle and dark. His divinity is dying.â
âIs it a sin?â You asked him. âHave I sinned?â
âI am not one of your wrathful gods,â He said. âThere is no sin for a child who simply wants to live.â
âTake this heart,â He said. âEat it whole and consume the flower within. Youâll be able to come back to your family. They wait for you.â
You cupped your palms, and the heart slowly fell back to your hold. You look into the withered flower and then back to the universe. You felt the essence of Death, the profound stillness He was able to provide that calmed the storm in your head. You closed your eyes. âYou feel so⊠peaceful. Heavy, but peaceful.â
âBecause this is the edge of your existence,â He told you. However it sounded, it sounded so gentle. Forgiving. The universe warped again and an hourglass appeared, the sand being stardust. It was running out of it. This was your lifespan. âThere is no judgment that awaits you here. Nothing awaits you here.â
âWill I stay here if I choose not to consume this heart?â You asked.Â
The God of Death let out a sound similar to a surprised hum. âNo. This is not death. It will be painful and a glorious sight to see your death. You will feel the pain. At this moment, I am being merciful to you.â
You gulped. âI⊠I donât want that. Canât I die peacefully?
âNo,â He answered, quiet and still.
âWhy not?â You asked, feeling a lump form on your throat. Deep down, you crave for His approval, for His attention. You wanted comfort from the being that will take your soul, and youâd never admit it, but you were devastated. âIf I stay⊠You will be the one to take me. You take everything⊠At the very least, make it painless--â
The air stilled as He seemed to focus on you. âDo you think of me as a cruel god?â
âSo much,â you whispered. âYou take everything away and we all suffered from it.â
The dark clouds surround you and you feel the way they wrap around you close, forcing your chin up to face Death. âYou mistake necessity for cruelty. My followers think I must love or hate, guide or punish. But I am neither shepherd nor tyrant. I am the ending of things, as natural as the fall of night. I owe you nothing.â
The sheer indifference in His toneâor His essenceâshattered something inside you. You had hoped for solace, for answers, for meaning. Instead, you found yourself face to face with the vast, uncaring truth of mortality. You were a speck of dust in the presence of a cosmic storm. You must understand that you are nothing in front of these Gods.
âAll things must end. The cycle cannot hold without me. Your grief is yours to bear. It has never been mine.â
You sat in silence, the heavy truth within His words pressing down on you like the weight of the world. For a moment, you felt like screaming your heart out. This is unfair! I did my best to be a good person and I will die a painful death at the end!Â
This was callous -- the final moments of your life would be raw, scathing pain that youâll feel until you die. Death was easy to face, but dying was not something you wanted, much less in pain. Staring at the mass of dark clouds, the fire in your chest flickered and then immediately dimmed.
Whatever you do, it will be futile. Your rage will be futile, your pleas unheard. You are mortal.
You rose to your feet slowly, panting. The God of Death said nothing, watchingâor perhaps notâas you grasped for the heart.
The hourglass slowed.
âConsume the divinity,â He said. âConsume it and let it take you.â
You opened your mouth and lifted the heart to your lips. Your teeth sank onto the bloodied, lifeless flesh and a surge of a cold and ancient energy coursed through you. The taste was something you could never have tasted in your living days. It tasted of iron and stardust, horribly bitter with the remnants of a dying divinity. You gripped at the flesh with your teeth and ripped it away, swallowing the chunks whole and each swallow was a step further into the abyss, your soul intertwining with the fading essence of a dying god.
The withered dianthus crumbled in your mouth, its divine energy dissolving on your tongue and it left you with sorrow and tears.
You swallowed the final piece and your gaping chest began to close itself. Your chest burns with the dying embers of divinity that now reside in your soul. You sat there, looking up at the universe with your bloodied mouth, the weight of your action settling into your bones.Â
It was slow at first. A burn on your tongue, and then around your throat that had dared to consume such a sacred thing. You gasped, grasping at your throat and then your chest. You let out a pained wail as your chest seemed to have something slithering inside it, moving inside your flesh and skin and causing you to scream in pain.
âI-I canât--!â You stammered out through pained gasps. âI-I canât t-take it! Please!â
âBe calm,â Death whispered to you. âAccept your end. Iâm here to take you.â
You slumped to the ground, panting as you began to feel faint, the universe warping around you.Â
The inevitability of His embrace filled you with a strange, bittersweet peace, a release from the burdens of mortal toil. In the overwhelming quiet, you found a deep acceptance, a surrender to the inevitable cycle of existence. The God of Death, unseen and formless, held you in a silent embrace, a guardian of the boundary between life and the infinite unknown.
And in that sacred moment, where time and space dissolved into the eternal twilight, you understood the profound peace of surrender, the quiet grace of the end, as you were gently carried into the vastness beyond.
Ron sat in the ship, looking up at the starry skies as Archie swam back to the continent. The shipâs gentle motion cradled the two people who lay unconscious on its wooden floorboards, the soft creaking of its timbers mingling with the sounds of the whales swimming. His eyes, weathered by years of witnessing death, gazed upward. Ron could never think he would seek solace within stars, but here he was.
They always felt so cold to him. They were an ancient, eternal beauty, so indifferent to the troubles that Earth and its inhabitants faced. To think something like that was a small part of a vast existence and Ron felt conflicted about whether or not he should feel glad that his sorrows were so small within that existence. He came to the conclusion that he didnât care.
The night breeze, cool and salt-tinged, whispered through his silver hair, carrying with it the scent of the open sea. He inhaled deeply, drawing strength from the air, his weathered hand resting gently on your hand. Ohn was tucked under your chin, herself paranoid that in the middle of their way home, your pulse would stop beating and sheâd lose you again.
Rosalyn was sitting on her haunches, your head placed on her lap as she was nodding off.
Your skin was cool beneath their touch, a stark contrast to the warmth of their love, a love that burned with the fierce intensity of a dying star.
The ship moved steadily, its course unwavering, slicing through the dark waters toward their home. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, the minutes stretching out as if time itself were reluctant to move forward. The stars above shimmered with a light that seemed to pulse with ancient wisdom.Â
He turned his gaze from the stars to you, his heart aching with a deep, primal fear. One that he had not felt in a long time.
âStay with me,â he implored quietly as if he was praying to himself. The night seemed to hold its breath, the stars flickering in silent sympathy.
Ron paused when he saw something move under the coat he had laid on your front as a blanket. Ohnâs ears twitched and she looked up groggily, only to be met with the grotesque sight of your flesh seemingly moving and writhing underneath the coat.
As if possessed, your back arched violently and dozens of thorns burst off your gaping chest, sprouting like tendrils as it moved wildly around.
Choi Han immediately stood behind Caleâs unconscious body, his sword already out as he stared at your body with a guarded gaze. âW-what the--?â
Rosalyn immediately woke up, stepping away from you and watching as your body convulsed even though you were still unconscious. â[N-name]?!â
Your body convulsed wildly, the thorns growing longer as it seemed to be reaching for the skies. Choi Han looked at them all cautiously and turned to Rosalyn. âShould we cut it down?â
âWe donât know what it will do to her if we do,â Rosalyn said. âWe should try to contain her--â
Before Rosalyn could finish her sentence, the thorns slowly began to slow their convulsions and retract back to your gaping chest. Its thorns retracted and grew softer, taking the form of ordinary vines as it draped along your body similar to a tapestry, the prettiest hyacinths growing around you like the most beautiful blanket.
Rosalyn hesitantly touched the flowers, checking for any abnormalities to see if they posed any danger. Once she had confirmed that the flowers were safe, she went ahead to check your chest, trying to see if you were bleeding out from what had just happened. She separated the blankets of flowers to see your once gaping chest was now plugged with dozens of vines knotted together. They started from your flesh as if they were your veins, becoming more prominent as they reached your chest and became all knotted together to plug your wound.
âHow fascinating,â Rosalyn murmured, her eyes glimmering. She leaned forward, gently running her fingertips along the green vines, seeing how they faded from red as they came from your veins to green like a typical plant.
You were peaceful within your slumber, unaware of the chaos that you had created in the world of the conscious.Â
The world was hazy when Cale slowly opened his eyes, the soft glow of sunlight spilling into the room like liquid gold. The rays struck his pale face, painting him in ethereal light as the weight of sleep still clung to his limbs. The sound of the curtains being drawn filled the air, the faint rustle of fabric accompanying the light's advance. Cale winced, raising a trembling hand to shield his eyes from the brightness.
A low groan escaped his lips, barely audible, but enough to make Ron turn. The ever-composed butler approached swiftly, his steps as quiet as a shadow.Â
âYoung Master-nim,â Ronâs voice was calm, a steady anchor in the waking haze. âYouâre awakeâŠâ
Cale sat up slowly, every movement deliberate as though he was piecing himself back together. He barely had a moment to breathe before warmth crashed into him. Â
âHuummannnnn! Stupid, stupid human!â Â
Raonâs tear-filled cries filled the room as the dragon clung to him, his small body trembling with relief. Ohn and Hong quickly joined, their soft, furred forms pressing close to Cale, their cries mingling with Raonâs as they buried themselves against him. Their tears soaked into his clothes, their overwhelming relief a storm that engulfed him. Â
Cale blinked, disoriented, his hands instinctively reaching out to comfort them. He clumsily patted Raonâs head, his fingers trembling as they ruffled the dragonâs dark mane. Â
âHey now,â he murmured, his voice hoarse and weak. âIâm fine. Iâm here.â Â
His words did little to stem their tears, but they clung to him as though they feared he might vanish again. Raon sniffled loudly, his round eyes peering up at Cale with a mix of relief and scolding. Â
Ron stood nearby, watching the scene with quiet detachment, though a faint glimmer of something softer lingered in his eyes. âFive days,â he said at last, his voice cutting through the cacophony.Â
Cale glanced up at him, his own exhaustion still clinging to his features. âHow longâŠ?â Â
âItâs been five days since we rescued Miss [Name],â Ron replied. Â
Caleâs brow furrowed, his voice dipping into concern. âIs sheâ?â Â
Ronâs frown was subtle but heavy. He shook his head. âSheâs still unconscious. Weâve done all we can, called every advanced healer there is, but nothing seems to work.â Â
Hong pressed his small head to Caleâs stomach, his voice a whisper tinged with worry. âShe wouldnât wake up at all⊠Weâve tried so hardâŠâ Â
Caleâs hand moved to Ohn, gently stroking her soft fur. Her wide eyes shimmered with tears as she rested her head on his lap, her quiet sniffles breaking his heart. Â
âI missed youâŠâ she murmured, her voice fragile. Â
âI never left,â Cale muttered in reply, his hand lingering on her head as a frown tugged at his lips. Â
Ron, ever the vigilant butler, stepped forward, his sharp gaze raking over Caleâs form. âHow are you feeling, Young Master-nim? Any pain?â Â
âIâm fine,â Cale replied, though his voice lacked conviction. Â
Ronâs hands were quick, professional as they checked his injuries, his touch brushing lightly against the faint scar over Caleâs chestâthe spot where nature itself had torn into him. The wound was sealed now, but it carried the weight of the battle etched into his very being. Â
âI would call that impossible,â Ron muttered, his tone flat yet pointed. âBut considering itâs you, Young Master-nim, I will simply choose to believe you⊠and forbid you from overexerting yourself.â Â
Cale arched a brow, his lips quirking faintly. âSo you donât believe me.â Â
Ronâs mouth twitched in what might have been a smirk. âOh, I would never distrust your words,â he replied smoothly, his tone laced with faint sarcasm as he finished inspecting the scar. Â
âEverything looks good,â Ron concluded, stepping back. Â
Cale sighed, leaning back against the headboard. He glanced at Raon, Ohn, and Hong, their tear-streaked faces now calmer but still clinging to him like shadows. A faint smile played on his lips, though weariness hung heavy in his eyes. Â
âLooks like you all didnât miss me at all,â he murmured softly, his words betraying the comfort he found in their presence. Â
Raonâs tail flicked, his voice firm despite the lingering tremor. âStupid human. Of course we missed you! Donât say stupid things!â Â
Cale chuckled faintly, the sound low and hoarse, but genuine. âAlright, alright. I get it. Iâm not going anywhere.â Â
And though the room was still tinged with the weight of worry, for a brief moment, there was peace. It wasnât long before he had to wash up and get ready for breakfast, so he reluctantly got out of bed -- the first time he was voluntarily getting up early -- and walked to the en-suite bathroom attached to his bed chambers.
The warmth of the morning lingered as Cale stood at the washbasin, splashing water onto his face. The coolness jolted his senses awake, washing away the haze of sleep and the remnants of the days spent unconscious. His reflection in the mirror stared back at himâpale, with dark shadows beneath his eyes, a silent testament to his overuse of powers. Â
Behind him, the soft patter of paws and the faint swish of a tail broke the quiet. Raon, Ohn, and Hong hovered near the doorway, watching his every move as though afraid he might collapse again. Â
âAre you just going to stand there?â Cale asked, his tone light but teasing as he toweled off his face. Â
Raon puffed out his chest. âIâm supervising! A mighty dragon never leaves his human unattended after such a reckless stunt.â Â
Cale chuckled softly, his breath fogging the mirror for a moment. âAnd what about you two?â He glanced at Ohn and Hong, who stood quietly behind Raon. Â
Ohn shuffled her paws, her ears flicking nervously. âWeâre just⊠making sure youâre okay.â Â
Hong nodded, his tail swaying faintly. âYou scared us, you know.â Â
Cale sighed, running a hand through his hair before turning to face them. âIâm fine, see? Now, letâs go eat before Ron starts lecturing me about skipping meals.â Â
Raon trotted ahead, his wings fluttering slightly as he led the way to the dining area, while Ohn and Hong stayed close to Caleâs sides, their small forms a comforting presence. Â
The dining room was bathed in soft light, the table already set with a simple but hearty breakfast. Ron stood by, his ever-present smile as calm as the morning air. He stepped forward as soon as Cale sat down, pouring a cup of tea and placing it within armâs reach. Â
âYoung Master-nim, the tea will help replenish your energy. Please, enjoy the meal.â Â
Cale eyed the tea warily. âIf this is one of your concoctions, Iâll pass.â Â
Ronâs smile didnât falter. âIt is merely a blend to aid recovery. Nothing more.â Â
âHmm.â Cale picked up the cup but didnât drink just yet, focusing instead on the plate of food in front of him. Â
Raon was already settled beside him, his tail thumping against the chair as he reached for a piece of bread. âHuman, eat lots! You need to get your strength back.â Â
âIsnât that supposed to be my line?â Cale muttered as he took a bite, the warm flavors spreading across his tongue. Â
Ohn and Hong sat across from him, quietly nibbling on their own portions. Every so often, Ohn would glance up at Cale, her large eyes shimmering with a mixture of relief and lingering concern. Hong, meanwhile, focused on his food but kept sneaking looks at his brother and sister, as though ensuring they were also eating properly. Â
Ron moved silently around the room, refilling tea and occasionally adjusting a plate, his movements so seamless they barely registered. Â
âSo,â Cale began after a few bites, breaking the gentle rhythm of the meal. âWhatâs the plan for today?â Â
Ron paused briefly, his gaze meeting Caleâs. âToday, you rest, Young Master-nim.â Â
Cale raised an eyebrow. âI think Iâve rested enough.â Â
âYour body would disagree,â Ron replied smoothly. âAnd so would those who were left worrying over you.â His gaze flicked meaningfully toward the children. Â
Raon, mid-chew, nodded emphatically. âYou are resting, human. Donât even think about using that scary power again. I wonât let you!â Â
Hong chimed in, âWeâll make sure you donât.â Â
Cale let out a small sigh, leaning back in his chair. âFine, fine. Iâll rest. But I need to go see [Name] first.â
âOf course, Young Master-nim,â Ron replied immediately, nodding his head.
âWhoâs with her right now?â Cale asked, watching Raon happily stuff his mouth with another roll and Ohn and Hong share a quiet exchange.
âChoi Han,â Raon answered with a cheer, smiling widely. âHe said there was someone else like him now.â
Cale blinked. Right. Him, Rosalyn, and Cale himself practically walked down your memory lane after being connected by the powers within that island. Choi Han must be happy and even curious about you now that he knew you were someone from another world like he and Cale was.Â
He must be eager to talk with you.
âI see,â Cale murmured between bites. âIâll see her after breakfast.â
âIâll go too,â Hong said with a smile. âI want to see her too.â
âWe all do,â Cale replied softly, caressing Hongâs head.
For now, things were calm. And Cale would take that small mercy, even if he knew it wouldnât last. Your room constantly haunted his mind throughout the breakfast, but he didnât rush himself to it. He let himself rest for a moment with he children after breakfast before they all headed there together.
He figured that Choi Han must have left for breakfast when he got there, because the moment he entered your room, he saw Cage standing by your bed. He approached the woman slowly, seeing the anxious expression on her face. âMiss Cage. How are you?â
âCale-nim!â Cage greeted, her eyes widening. âHow are you? Is everything okay? I heard you woke up today but didnât think Iâd see you.â
âIâm fine,â Cale said, unconsciously placing his hand on top of his chest where his heart resides, feeling the bumps of the ugly scar there through his clothing. He looked down to where you were, seeing you lay on the bed, hair spread out on the crisp, white pillows. Your face was sunken and pale, your body hidden away by the neat sheets which proved that you hadnât moved at all ever since you were laid down there.Â
There was a dip on the foot of the bed, similar to the one he had on his where the kids would sleep. He silently wondered how many times the kids had stayed here with you instead of with him. He looked up, back to Cage. âI suppose youâre here to visit [Name]?â
Cage stared at him, her expression grim. âY-yes⊠I had a vision, of some sort.â
She glanced back at you. âI saw Miss [Name] and the God of Death. He took her.â
Caleâs heart felt like it missed a beat, his stomach suddenly aching from the anxiety. âWhat?â
âHe took her,â Cage repeated. âH-he gave her something and she took it and then she just⊠disappeared. She ended up with him.â
âIâm afraid youâre not being very clear,â Cale said with a frown. âEnded up with him?â
âSheâs with the God of Death now, Cale-nim,â Cage said. âSheâs dying.â
The dim light of the room cast long shadows, the steady rhythm of your breathing the only sound breaking the silence. Cale sat motionless, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, his chin propped on his hand. Raon was curled up on his lap, his small body radiating warmth against Caleâs exhaustion. The dragonâs tail flicked occasionally, a restless movement betraying his otherwise calm demeanor. Â
Caleâs gaze remained fixed on your face, pale and serene, like a marble statue. The delicate rise and fall of your chest was both a comfort and a tormentâproof you were still here, yet unmoving, locked in some place Cale couldnât reach. Â
Cageâs words echoed in his mind, a haunting refrain: âSheâs with the God of Death now. Sheâs dying.â Â
It has been a full week since then. They tried to gather priests and even the Saint, but nothing seemed to help.
His hand absently moved to Raonâs head, stroking between the dragonâs small horns. Raon let out a soft hum, pressing closer to him.
âHuman,â the dragon murmured, his voice barely audible. âShe will wake up. I believe it.â Â
Cale didnât respond, his fingers halting for a moment before resuming their gentle rhythm. Raonâs faith was unshakable, but Cageâs vision gnawed at him, a dark weight pressing against his chest. Â
Ohn stirred slightly near your shoulder, her soft fur brushing against your skin as she stretched her small legs and resettled herself, her tiny breaths mingling with yours. On your stomach, Hong kneaded gently, his rhythmic purring a soothing backdrop to the heavy silence. Â
âCage said the God of Death took her,â Cale thought, his frown deepening. âWhat does that even mean?â
The God of Death was no stranger to himâa force that lingered on the edges of mortal comprehension, powerful and merciless. If you were truly in His hands, what could he possibly do? The thought of someone so close to him caught in the grasp of that enigmatic being churned his stomach. Â
âI canât just sit here,â he muttered, breaking the silence. Â
Raon lifted his head, blinking up at him. âThen what will you do, human? Youâre supposed to rest.â Â
Cale didnât answer immediately. His gaze lingered on your face, searching for any sign of life, any flicker of movement, but you remained still. His hand moved from Raonâs head to his chest, pressing against the scar there, as though willing himself to focus. Â
âIâll find a way,â he said finally, his voice quiet but firm. âThereâs always a way.â Â
Raonâs round eyes studied him, filled with worry but also trust. âThen Iâll help. Weâll all help. Ohn, Hong, and Iâweâll do whatever you need.â Â
Caleâs lips quirked into a faint, fleeting smile. âOf course you will.â Â
But even as he spoke, his mind raced. If the God of Death truly had you, he needed answersâand fast. Few beings in the world could meddle with something as enigmatic as the God of Death, but he wasnât about to let that stop him. He never did.
âHuman.â Raonâs voice was stronger this time, pulling Cale from his thoughts. âShe will wake up. Weâll make sure of it.â Â
Cale didnât respond immediately. Instead, he leaned back in the chair, his hand returning to Raonâs head. âYouâre right, Raon. She will.â Â
âWill you wait for her?â
Cale snapped his head up, heart lurching in his chest. The voice was cold, unyielding, and familiarâone heâd never thought he would hear so close again. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes locked onto the figure standing by the foot of your bed.
There He was, the God of Death.
His presence filled the room like a thick, oppressive fog. The air grew colder, and even Raon stirred on Caleâs lap, his small body suddenly rigid with unease. Cale didnât even notice, too consumed by the figure before him.Â
The God of Death stood as He always didâhumanoid in form, His features barely human, his tall, shadowed silhouette more an embodiment of the unknown than a mortal being. His face, though not quite like a personâs, was lined with a calm, otherworldly beauty, a mask of serene inevitability. His eyes were voids, endless and fathomless, where time and space seemed to converge, swirling like an endless abyss. Yet His gaze was not unkindâmerely detached. He was beyond any emotion Cale could comprehend.Â
Caleâs chest tightened, but he refused to flinch. He had met the God of Death before, had bargained with Him, but now? Now, with you lying so still and silent on the bed, now with the knowledge that He was planning to take something precious from him? The chill of His presence felt like it was crawling under Caleâs skin, settling into his bones.
"She is not dead," Cale said, his voice low, more a statement than a question. His fingers tightened around the arm of the chair, his pulse quickening despite himself. "So why are you here?"
The God of Death tilted His head slightly, the faintest movement, but it spoke volumes. His voice came again, like the wind itselfâa whisper that reverberated in the back of Caleâs mind.Â
"She is dying. Whether you accept it or not, the moment I took her, it was sealed."Â
Caleâs heart twisted painfully. He swallowed hard, trying to steady the tremor in his voice. "Sheâs not dying. I wonât let her. You canât take her from me."
The God of Deathâs gaze shifted from Cale to you, still and pale beneath the sheets. There was no pity in His expressionâjust an infinite calm, a certainty that made Cale feel small in comparison.Â
"She has already given herself to me. She will join me and others," He said, His words floating in the air like an inevitable conclusion. "There is no changing this. She will not wake on her own."
Caleâs chest constricted, and for a moment, the silence felt unbearable, but Caleâs focus never wavered from the God of Death.
"Is that it, then?" Caleâs voice cracked but he held His gaze. "Youâre here to tell me thereâs nothing I can do? That sheâs already gone?"
The God of Death did not respond right away. He simply regarded Cale with an almost imperceptible tilt of His head, as if studying him, contemplating the answer.
"Nothing you can do," He repeated slowly, each word wrapped in finality.Â
"But..." The God of Death paused, and for the first time, Cale felt an uneasy shift in the air, as if something far darker was behind those words. "Will you wait for her? Will you stand by her side as she fades from this world and into my domain?"
Caleâs hand clenched into a fist. He could feel the warmth of Raonâs scales against his skin, the steady thrum of his heart, and the weight of the room pressing in on him.Â
"Iâll wait," Cale said firmly, his voice quieter now but steady. "But I will not stop looking for a way. Iâll find a way to bring her back."
The God of Death was silent for a long moment, as though considering Caleâs defiance. His eyes, though hollow, seemed to glimmer for just an instantâan unreadable emotion flickering in the depths.Â
"Your persistence will not change what is inevitable. But..." His voice trailed off, the weight of His words hanging heavy in the air. "You may stand beside her if you so wish. But know thisâshe will never belong to you in the way you desire."Â
Caleâs eyes hardened. âShe belongs to no one but herself. And if she wakes... Iâll make sure of that."
The God of Death gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, His presence pulling back just a fraction, but never quite leaving. He tilted His head again, the faintest trace of something almost like curiosity in His eyes.
âThen I will leave you to your vigil. But remember, Cale Henituseâshe cannot escape this.â
And with that, the God of Death faded, His figure dissolving like smoke, leaving Cale alone with the weight of the room and the heavy stillness of your slumber.Â
The cold remained, lingering in the air, but something inside Cale hardened. He would wait. He would stand beside you, and even if the God of Deathâs words held some truth, Cale would make sure you never felt alone.Â
He would not let you fade into the void without a fight.
Suddenly, Ohn and Hong sat up, their fur bristling and tails standing stiff in shock, their wide eyes fixated on you.Â
Caleâs heart skipped a beat as he watched the slight movement, the slow twitch of your fingers beneath the sheets, a faint flutter of your eyelids. For a moment, he wondered if he had imagined it, the hope stirring within him like a flicker of light in the darkness. But then you shifted again, your breath hitching as your chest rose just a little more sharply.
Raon leaped off Caleâs lap in an instant, his wings flaring as he shot toward your bedside.Â
"H-human?" Raonâs voice was a mixture of disbelief and hope, his small body quivering with excitement. "Is she...?"Â Â
Caleâs breath caught, and without thinking, he moved closer, his eyes never leaving your form as he knelt at the side of the bed. His hand hovered over your own, as if unsure whether to touch you or let you come back to him on your terms. The room seemed to hold its breath as the seconds stretched into eternity.
Then, a soft gaspâyour body stirred again, and for the first time, your eyes fluttered open. Not fully, but enough for a sliver of light to break through the veil that had enveloped you. The warmth in Caleâs chest was overwhelming, and he felt his hand tremble as he finally reached for yours, gently cupping it with his own.Â
â[Name]?" he whispered, his voice hoarse from the weight of his anxiety. "Can you hear me?"
For a moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breath, shallow but steady. Then, you blinked, slowly focusing on him, your eyes still clouded with confusion, but they were alive.Â
"âŠCale?" Your voice was weak, barely a whisper, but it was enough to make his heart soar. Â
Caleâs throat tightened, and for a moment, he didnât know if he should smile or cry. Instead, he simply squeezed your hand, his voice a soft murmur of relief. "Iâm here."Â
Ohn, who had been watching from the side of the bed, let out a relieved whine, nuzzling into your side. Hong, still curled on your stomach, tilted his head and purred softly, rubbing his face against yours in a quiet greeting. The children were no longer anxious, their soft breaths matching the rhythm of yours as they instinctively sought comfort in your revival.
Raon hovered just above the bed, wings flapping lightly in a tiny victory. "Told you, human! She will wake up!"
You blinked again, more clearly this time, and your gaze drifted over to the three of themâOhn, Hong, and Raonâbefore finally focusing on Cale. The confusion in your eyes slowly morphed into recognition, but there was something more in them tooâa mixture of gratitude and something deeper, something even Cale couldnât quite read.
"What⊠happened?" Your voice was still weak, barely more than a breath. "Why am IâŠ? I thoughtâŠ"Â
Caleâs heart twinged at the memory of Cageâs words. He fought to steady his voice, to keep his composure as he gently stroked your hand. âYouâve been unconscious for a while, but youâre awake now. Thatâs all that matters.âÂ
He hesitated for a moment, casting a glance toward the door as if expecting the God of Death to reappear. But there was nothingâonly the quiet hum of life in the room. Â
"Youâre safe now," Cale continued softly, bending down slightly to be closer to you. "You donât need to worry."Â Â
The air was thick with unsaid things, but right now, there was no need for explanations. No need to dwell on what had beenâonly on the fact that you were awake, breathing, here with him. Â
The children settled beside you, their presence a comforting weight on the bed, and Raon perched on the edge, eyes full of determination. "Iâll protect you, little [Name]! I wonât let anyone take you again!"Â Â
Cale couldnât help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. He turned his attention back to you, watching you slowly blink in and out of focus as you tried to make sense of the world around you. He was patient, as patient as he could be in that moment, his hand never leaving yours. Â
"Rest," he whispered, his voice softer now. "Youâre safe. Youâre here."Â Â
And for the first time in days, Cale let out a breath he didnât realize he had been holding. You had come back, against all odds. And as long as you were here, he would find a way to keep you from ever slipping away again.
You looked up at him, gaze tender and apologetic as tears well up in the corner of your eyes. âIâm sorry⊠For leaving.â
âItâs okay,â Cale murmured. âYou were⊠blindsided.â
âI was an idiot,â you murmured with a soft sigh, closing your eyes as the tears slowly fell.
âSleep,â Cale murmured, hesitantly pressing his lips to your temple. âIâll be here. Weâre all here.â
#trash of the count's family#cale henituse#cale henituse x reader#lout of count's family#kim rok soo#totcf#tcf cale
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Hnghfhhfhhhhhhhfhghngjfhhfhhhfhhhhhhh
#lcf#cale henituse#lout of the countâs family#lotcf#lcf cale#tcf cale#trash of the count's family#totcf#fypage#tcf manhwa
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what is up with queer depressed men adopting kids and actually doing a good job of parenting??????
and bonus ofc: Stolas and Lucifer!
#I couldn't add blitzo and not the other dads by vivziepop#gojo satoru#geto suguru#blitzo#kim dokja#cale henituse#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel lucifer#aizawa#bsd fukuzawa#kdj#orv kdj#gojo being a dad#dad gojo#mother geto#geto suguru being a mother#trash of the count's family#totcf#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#orv#omnicient reader's view point#mha#my hero academia#eri chan#bnha#megumi fushiguro#fushiguro tsumiki#mimiko and nanako#cale and his wonderful shape-shitting kids
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There's a reason people mistake him for a dragon.
#my art#trash of the count's family#totcf#lout of the countâs family#cale henituse#cale henituse fanart#fanart#artists on tumblr#still not sure about my watermark
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Cale isnt a cuddler.
He never had toys to fall asleep with, he couldnât snuggle up to his parents after the accident and he certainly couldnât with his uncle, and he was, most often, barely comfortable when he slept anyway.
So when the apocalypse arrived, he was the perfect person when it came to sleeping.
He didnât move around, he didnât snore, and he had already gotten used to falling asleep on shitty surfaces!
Jung Soo described it as eery, with the way that Rok Soo would get into a position to fall asleep and then he would stay that way for the rest of the night. His chest barely rose and fell, and on more than one occasion Soo Hyuk had woken him up because they were afraid he wasnât breathing. Thankfully he has always been a light sleeper, so just moving around nearby would be enough to startle him awake.
They tried having a buddy system where they would sleep next to Rok Soo, âfor his safetyâ but he would refuse and find some private place to cram himself into to sleep, scaring them even more. They tried to trick him multiple times, but Rok Soo never fell for it.
He allowed it one time.
It was a cold night, and Jung Soo was too tired from fighting monsters that they couldnât get back to their company before nightfall.
Jung Soo had been barely coherent, grasping onto Rok Soo as he had been temporarily blinded by a poison grade 2 monster.
He refused to let go of Rok Soo, and so he gave in. He laid on the ground, curled up to Jung Soo, and pretended to be asleep.
He used his record ability intermittently throughout the entire night. It got cold enough to snow, and so Rok Soo had to be the fire for the time.
He never told Jung Soo he stayed up to keep him warm.
But that doesnât matter.
Because now heâs Cale Henituse. Heâs trash. He can sleep anywhere and at any time, but he demands a bed because he can. He demands comfort and warmth and safety. He always wants to fall asleep with a full stomach.
The others know this.
Except he can fall asleep easily when he hasnât eaten. He can barely be counted as safe, ever, because of the White Star. He complains about the cold but they know he sometimes forgets to ask for a jacket.
The strangest story, however.
The oddest story?
Cale sleep walked.
Once.
Raon watched him get out of bed, and followed him to a nondescript corner of their newest house, where he laid down and stopped moving.
Raon woke him up immediately, and Cale was very disoriented and confused, but Raon didnât care about the sleep walking. He cared about the stillness. Cale had looked as if he was hiding from a monster and could barely lift his chest to breathe softly.
Raon demanded to sleep next to Cale from then on, because he was worried Cale would get himself hurt.
Cale reluctantly gave in. He thinks about Soo Hyuk and Jung Soo, and thinks theyâd be proud of him for opening up.
He casts that thought away.
(December 30, 2022)
#I'll just throw all my old writing out here#ehhh some of it#here u go#BY THE WAY#I am not up to date on the newest lore from the second book#so idk the latest Jung Soo trivia#and I certainly didn't know it back in 2022#lcf#lotcf#lout of the counts family#Cale Henituse#kim rok soo#Kim Roksu#tcf#totcf#trash of the counts family#fic#fanfic
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White Star: No weapon forged by mortal hands can slay me!
Cale: *hits him with a rock*
#tcf#cale henituse#tcf meme#tcf novel#lcf#trash of the count's family#tcf humor#tcf cale#white star#lout of the countâs family#lotcf#totcf#lol#incorrect quotes
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Eruhaben is such a grandpa, ofc he would know what his kid wants to eat
Side note: I love how Cale will always give in to the children's wants and demands I'm trying really hard to not say something angsty about it because i want to keep this post cute
#you know that stereotype with grandparents#where theu feed you too much#or know what food you want#yeah thats him#he may be an ancient dragon#but his cale and co's grandpa first#le rants#trash of the count's family#lout of the countâs family#tcf#lcf#cale henituse#lotcf#totcf#lcf eruhaben#tcf eruhaben#eruhaben
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Cale's grunts translation (By children of average nine years old)
"Hum": normally made in a crime scene when he sees something that's not in the right place.
"Hm": general recognization of your existence, maybe a "good morning", "good afternoon" or "good evening"
A low "mnh": someone messed out and this benefits me.
A slightly louder "mnh": i messed out and this definitly does not benefits me.
*snort*: you're funny or the next victim with nowhere in between
*a laugh without a frowing*: an actual genuine laugh?????????
*a louder laugh with frowing*: dragons! Dragons everywhere!
A very low "Hehe...": money
A sharp inhale through the nose: I'm hurted but i don't want anyone to know.
A soft exhale through nose: why did i become a commander again.
Inspired in this work of art
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"Even though Cale Henituse was called a lot of distasteful names, no one would dare to ever call him ugly."
Art by me!! oâ :â -â ) Pls let us strengthen and widen the tcf fandom plspslsls
Other drawing(s) of mine:
Venion Stan - "I was getting tired of looking at the hard metal... There was nothing in that cave but stone and metal..."
God of Life - "Well~ You are correct. I am not gentle nor am I kind. I am the God of Life. And life is never kind."
#lcf#lotcf#lout of the count's family#trash of the count's family x reader#trash of the counts family#tcf#totcf#cale henituse#fanart#trash of the count's family
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Alternative version of og cale and og choi han's first meeting
#tcf#totcf#trash of the count's family#og choi han#og cale henituse#og!choicale#lcf#I don't know if this has been done yet
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hii! How are you darling :)
Can i request a crack/ funny and fluffy cale x pregnant reader ? Like she is a few months pregnant, so cale and the kids always lay with her and dont let her do much.
Ofc the others are overprotective of her, bc like shes clumsyđ like always falling down the stairs, nose bleeds (me core) and she watched everyone panic while looking at them with a deadpanned look bc
1. Shes a baddie whos to hot to die
2.the baby is fine and alive
And cale is loosing his mind bc he cannot leave her alone for two mins bc she will somehow make even more trouble simply bc shes âšjust a girl âš
Stay still, will you?
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»»âșThis is a funny scenario. I like to think Cale is a super, over the top, overprotective, man. If you mess with those he cares about or loves, youâre about to find yourself in an interesting situation.Â
»»âșBut when Cale finds out heâs going to be a papa, he goes wild. Forget accepting whatever mission the crown prince wants him to do, he needs to be right next to his wifeâ24/7.Â
»»âșAnd letâs be honest with ourselves, this man would literally take this chance to laze around even more. This is the life he wanted, no?Â
»»âșOh, but his dear wife doesnât like sitting still for more than a minute. This is torture for herâbut canât do anything about it because her husband and (adopted)kids want her to relax and take care of herself and the baby.Â
»»âșBut, why? You may ask. Thatâs for the single fact that she is clumsy (hey just like me!). She crashes stuff, trips, falls, hurts herselfâaccording to Cale and the othersâshe denies such accusationsâand last but not least, she gets herself in trouble.Â
»»âșSo, yeah. [Name] have no âstepping outside the stateâ privileges until after the baby is here physically. But [Name] is a tough cookie. She can handle herself when no-one is around. Soâto everyoneâs dismayâshe goes outside one day. Itâs just to stroll around and see what has progressed in Harris Village.Â
»»âșOne thing to note: she didnât tell a soul about her outing.Â
»»âșNow imagine Caleâs face when he comes back to see the staff panicking for the whereabouts of his wife.Â
»»âșLet's just sayâŠit was chaotic that day.Â
âWoah, that looks tasty...!â [Name] drooled at the sight.Â
âGood morning, lady [Name]! What can I get you today?â The shop owner greeted [Name] with a smile.Â
âCan I have this please?â [Name] pointed to one of the delicacies of the bakery. It was a croissant-looking-bread stuffed full of chocolate.Â
The owner of the bakery gave her a bag filled with what she ordered. âHere you go! Please come back soon!â the owner waved goodbye.Â
âI will!â She waved back at the owner. [Name] took one of the baked goods and began to eat it. Â
âI wonder how everyone is doing at the state.âÂ
âŠÂ
âLADY [NAME]!âÂ
âMâlady! Where are you?!âÂ
âDoes anyone remember the last place [Name] went to?!âÂ
âMâlady, please be okay!âÂ
Currently, everyone is in a frenzy. The lady of the house was nowhere to be found, and everyone and their mothers were running like headless chickens in search of her. And if they did not find her, their master was going to kill them!Â
âWhat is with the commotion here?â a voice spoke from the entrance of the manor.Â
Everything stopped. Slowly, the housekeepers and butlers turned their heads towards the voice. They knew this voice. Very well in fact. Although they grew to like it, right now, they wish they didnât hear it. They prayed that it was a ghost. Dread overtook them as they saw the voiceâs owner.Â
Cale Henituse. Their young master. And the husband of the manorâs lady they were trying to find.Â
âSo? Is anyone going to tell me why you are all running like the world just ended?â Cale spoke.Â
Who was mad enough to even dare to tell the young master that his wife magically disappeared? Not me. And not anyone in this room. Â
Yet a brave soul stood up and spoke. May he rest in peace.Â
âAhâŠy-young mater Cale,â a young butler went forward and vowed, stammering in his word, âwe..uhâŠ. Canât find lady [Name] anywhere...?âÂ
â...âÂ
â...âÂ
It was deafeningly silent. No one moved an inch, waitingâwaiting for the order to execute them. They fully accepted their fate.Â
âWell, what are you all just standing there for?â he spoke, breaking the iceberg.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âStanding still isn't going to bring back [Name].â He stood there, staring at the crowd.Â
He was right.Â
They needed to get back to searching for Lady [Name]! Â
A chorus of âyes, sir!â was heard before a horde of housekeepers and butlers left in search of their Lady.Â
â*sigh* Why are you like this [Name]...?â Cale whispered and looked up. He slowly walked to the exit of the manor heading to the town; the children followed after himâthis included Choi Han.Â
âMaster Cale, where are you going?â Hans asked.Â
âIâm going to the market area in the town,â he said, not bothering to look back. âRon, make my bed as comfortable as you can make, will you?âÂ
âYes, young master.â Ron responded.Â
âGreat.âÂ
âŠÂ
Lovely day for [Name] sitting in the shade of an umbrella and her delicious foods. Going from one shop to another, she had managed to gather a lot of food. She had gone overboard again, yes, but the baby she was carrying and her were happy. Who could ever disturb such happiness?Â
â[Name].â A male voice called her name firmly from behind.Â
Of course. The only person that could was her husband. [Name] knew he only meant good, but right now he had broken that tranquility.Â
âOh! Cale, love, darling, how are you...?â [Name] turned and looked at him nervously. The children had gathered around herâwith Raon being invisible naturally.Â
â[Name]...â Cale rubbed the temples of his face before sighing, âwhy are you out?â he asked sternly.Â
âWell clearly, I was taking a walk. And I bought some snacks on the way.â She answered, petting both Hong and Raon while On made herself comfortable in her lap.Â
âWhatâno. Thatâs not what I meant.âÂ
âYou asked why I was out, and I told you why.âÂ
âYou know exactly why I asked that.âÂ
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â [Name] gave the children the treats she had bought earlier.Â
â[Name], please. You know how dangerous it is for you to be here right now. You are due at any point now! And I justâŠagh..I just want you to stay safe.â He said in frustration.Â
[Name] looked at him, feeling a bit guilty that he is like that. She had reached her ninth month a week ago, making this month the most crucial. She just didnât want to stay locked up in her room all the time. It was something that did not sit right with her.Â
âIâm sorryâŠâ [Name] looked down in shame.Â
âIâŠ*sigh* You are going to be the death of me.â Cale came closer to her and placed his hands underneath her.Â
âHu-huh? Cale? What are you doing?â panicking a little before realizing he was going to carry her.Â
âCarry you, obviously.â He scuffed. âWeâre going back to the manor.âÂ
âAwwâŠcanât we go to another shop? Itâll be the last one, I promise!â Her begging went to deaf ears. He wasnât letting her get away with it, so she started to wiggle her way out his arm.Â
âStay still, will you?âÂ
âNot until I get my last treat.âÂ
â*sightâŠ* Fine. But youâll have it after dinner. Dinner is going to be served soon.â Cale said while walking to the nearest candy shop.Â
âMmmm, I'm fine with that. Oh! Choi Han, hello. Sorry, I didnât notice you there.âÂ
âItâs fine lady [Name].â Choi Han gave her a small nod.Â
âMoooomâŠI want a treat too!âÂ
âI also want one!âÂ
âThe great Roan Miru will get one too, right?âÂ
âWait a second. Since when do they call you mom?â Cale asked in confusion.Â
âYes, yes. All of you will get one.âÂ
âDonât ignore me.âÂ
Choi Han giggled as Cale continued to ask and get ignored by them.Â
FinÂ
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White radish to Cale: We are similar. You are now my fated enemy.
Alberu to Cale: We are similar. You are now my younger brother.
Duke Fredo to Cale: We are similar. You are now my son.
Cale: I just wanna be a slacker. Now give me cookies and money.
Raon: Yes, we're gonna live happily ever after with your cookies and money.
#weird brain stuff#halp#tcf#totcf#lcf#tcf reread#cale henituse#kim rok soo#raon miru#alberu crossman#duke fredo von ellejan#white radish#slacker life fading in the background#let the poor boy rest and enjoy
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if you get this one i love you
#vitality of the heart#cale#cale henituse#tcf#lcf#lout of the countâs family#totcf#trash of the count's family#manhwa#trash of the counts family#lcf cale#ancient powers
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Cale Henituse and his allies before chapter 211:
If you know, you know. đ
#cale henituse#trash of the count's family#lout of the countâs family#totcf#tcf novel#tcf cale#kim rok soo#cale being the BAMF that he is#and the other joining in#alberu crossman#tcf alberu#taylor stan
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Did we as a fandom collectively realize that both Alberu and Cale are going to live hella long. Like, Alberu is 25% dark elf and Cale has the vitality of the hearth. And I imagine Alberu does not want to be the Emperor for his whole life, so let's say ha passes on the mantel to someone else in his 60s. And now you have the ex-emperor and ex-commander who still look like they are in their 20s with nothing to do but bother each other in one of Cale's many properties. So at some point, out of boredom, a prank war is declared. And 'because they are both sneaky motherfucker's they get bored with pranking each other very quickly. So they, once again out of boredom, escalate the prank war. But this time they team up against everyone else just to see what they can do. 10 years later the prank war is nationwide, their companions saw through them pretty quickly so they had to escalate it again. 20 years later, the war has spread through the both continents. And I imagine that they found a way to do all of this without moving out of one of the mansions too much. They just sit and eat cookies while watching everything through the communication devices like it's reality TV.
#alberu crossman#cale henituse#totcf#tcf#lcf#tcf novel#trash of the count's family#lout of the countâs family#albecale#alcale#cale x alberu
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