When the Devil falls in love (Tharn&Type)

Time between dog and wolf (part II)

This is a continuation of the previous chapter. I did my best to fulfill my promise and make it as soon as possible.

~~ Revelation ~~
this might even be the title, but I'll stay with the original. That word probably tells you a lot, so, my dear readers, enjoy this chapter

p.s. This chapter has almost 5 thousand words ... there will be a lot of mistakes and I can only ask you to forgive me and to all pretend that I am very literate. 🤣🤣

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Type instinctively hated this house. He felt cold even though it was already late August. The smell of the hospital mixed with another scent spread throughout the house. It was dark, inhospitable ... It occurred to him that maybe that other scent might be the smell of death ... this house seemed to be one big tomb.

They were meet by a lawyer.

- "Mr Tharn, my dear Type, please this way."

Type looked at Tharn but this one only squeezed his hand. That meant I'll explain it to you later. The lawyer brought them into another dark room.

- "Please wait here, Mr. L will meet you soon."

- "Excuse me, do we know each other? Since you are addressing me as if you know me?"- Type asked.

  The lawyer replied:

- "I came to your house a couple of times when you were younger, but you probably don't remember it. Excuse me now."

When the lawyer came out, Type looked back at Tharn.

- "What does all this mean?"

- "Type, this lawyer is the same one mentioned by Satin."

- "What is he doing in this house?"

- "Baby, I think we'll get some answers soon. I don't know what you think, but this house is creepy. I can't wait to get out of here. From the moment we stepped inside as if someone watching us, I was turning like a madman because I seemed to hear some voices as well. "

At that moment, a lawyer entered the room again.

- "What you hear is not voices, but the sound of wind. The house is big, it was built over 40 years ago, and not many people are inside, so maybe the sound is a little different."

Tharn and Type said nothing, so the lawyer continued.

- "Please follow me, Mr. L is in another room."

The large corridor they ran through, on one side had large windows through which the inner courtyard was visible. It was tidy and well maintained as the house but the plants seemed to have no will to live.

Three men entered the large room, which was dimly lit. There was a big picture on one wall, some young women. The woman was beautiful. Long black hair, beautiful big dark eyes, a heart-warming smile. Tharn knew immediately who he was, Type's grandmother when she was young. Type  had the same smile and the same eyes. Type also looked at the picture. It was the only decoration in the whole room. The large bed, next to which there were various medical machines, also looked directly at this picture.

- "Sir, they're here, Type and Tharn."

Only then, Type and Tharn saw an armchair next to one large window.

- "Type, my boy, you must come a little closer."

Type knew whom that voice belonged.  It was the voice of a man he had spoken to several times before. But Tharn was surprised by the voice, it was a deep baritone. If he hadn't looked at the old man with the tubes in his nose, he would  thought the voice belonged to a healthy forty-year-old.