Demon (BoyxBoy) ✔️ Book 1

Chapter 40

TW: Slight Violence

Seth's POV

''I'll be back before dinner, baby... watch over Nebi for me,'' I whispered to him against the pouring rain. We stood at our doorstep as the storm brewed- Nebi held tightly against my chest.

I handed Nebi to Jaxon carefully. He took him in his arms, Nebi instinctively wrapping his arms around Jaxon's neck.

I pulled the hood over my head, clasping my hands together. My scythe appeared in my hands in the form of smoke.

Jaxon suddenly leaned in, pulling up the hood slightly and placing a warm kiss onto my lips.

''Try to enjoy yourself, Angel. I know it may be hard... but bring happiness to the children's eyes.'' Jaxon said as he pulled away from my lips.

Ever since the war ended... I have taken my job as the Grim Reaper more seriously than before. I would let my Scythe do all the work... I'd feel as I'd collect a soul, but my Scythe would send the soul to hell or heaven itself.

Since I wasn't King anymore, or a Kingdom to run itself... I've decided to do some of the collecting myself. I decided that I would only visit the elderly or children who would perish to either heaven or Elysium. I could never do every single soul... I would never return home. There are thousands of souls who perish each minute... it helps me realize how fragile life is. Though my family is immortal... it still pains me.

I refuse to comfort the people who perish to the fields of punishment... they are going there for a reason.

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I watched from a distance. They beat the young girl with their fists, bats... anything they could hurt her with. I couldn't go and save her... I was only seen by those who perished at the moment. These people... they were definitely going to the fields of punishment for all of eternity. When their times come... I will not be there to comfort them. I'll make sure of it... they will have a special place in the fields of punishment, just like Avel.

She screamed out in pain, begging them to stop. She screamed out for her mother, she screamed out for her father... but nobody would save her. Tears poured down her face as they beat her brutally; she was only eight years old. The tears mixed into the blood that spilled down her face... it made my stomach turn.

I watched as her body finally fell limp.

I watched as she separated from her body. She gazed at the men as they laughed at her worldly body- kicking it with no remorse.

I slowly made my way over to her; her body shaking with sadness as she cried. She hasn't noticed me yet- her tears were clouding her vision. I could see her more clearly now- she had black hair down to her waist, her eyes an icy blue color.

''Darling, don't cry...'' I murmured. She froze in fear, wiping her tears away from her blue eyes.

''P-Please don't hurt me, please...'' She said to me. I immediately sunk to my knees in front of her, placing down the Scythe on the ground and holding up my hands in the air.

''I promise I won't hurt you, sweetheart... You're safe now. I promise.'' I whispered to her. Her icy blue eyes grew wider at my words... until she began sobbing once more. I hated seeing children cry... It reminded me of Nebi. My sweet Nebi...

''A-Am I dead?'' She whispered to me.

I immediately extended my arms out to her, motioning for her to join me in an embrace. She didn't hesitate as she threw herself into my embrace, crying heavily against my chest. I've been known to soothe the children in their passing... they grow trust with me very easily. I suppose that's why my son Nebi was so attached to me when we first found him... I have that effect on children.