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"Everything is bound to happen after all, don't you think so Claude?"
A man with black hair, it's left side was swept to the side said to the person slumbering on the king sized bed.
He looked peaceful yet tensed at the same time.
Anastacius placed a hand on Claude's hair and caressed them, the hands going through the silky golden locks of his brother.
"A pity you wouldn't even be able to say goodbye to your beloved daughter." his hand stopped and he smirked whispering, "Goodnight" and promptly disappearing from the room.
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Claude is inside a dream, a dream where he's happy.
And then he realized that it wasn't.
It was his memories, the missing ones.
He watched them on 3rd Person's Point of View.
The first time he met Athanasia.
The silly things she did.
The song.
The dance.
The walks they took.
The boat ride.
The warm hugs his daughter gave him.
The painting.
And then they all faded in black, leaving him in a dark void and slowly, very slowly, he felt exhaustion, his body seems to have been weighted more and his knees buckled, sending him to his knees.
His eyes were closing, he tried to fight it back to no avail and then finally, he fell asleep, a person's name was what his last thoughts were.
'Athanasia'
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Hemlock || Claude de Alger Obelia
FanfictionClaude de Alger Obelia was reincarnated as Asil Agriche after he died due to the black magic in him. He was able to remember Athanasia at the last minute but was not even able to say his goodbye. Now reincarnated to the body of a child in a house fu...