✰☞︎︎︎ Everyone getting ready for Kim Dokja's birthday party. But they didn't get to ready themselves for what's to come for them.

[COMPLETED] Everything around him was blurry. His body aching painfully despite the common fact that his ancient power should've healed his wounds by now. Cale couldn't even utter a low whine when he felt his wrist burn at the painful friction of the rope that was tying him. "Cale." The redhead looked at the source of the voice, a blurry shade of red moving in front of him. There was then a lamp that was settled beside him, Cale blinks to see the White Star fully in front of him and his guard raised at the maximum in case on what he plans on doing. "Eat." There was then a piece of meat that met against Cale's bleeding lips. The disgusting stench of blood penetrating his nose as he weakly glared at the man. White Star smirked, "Go on, eat. You'll get stronger." Cale's eyes blown wide when he saw the meat that the White Star was trying to feed him. It looks like a charred one that was burnt from cooking, if you ignore how blood still seeps from one of the tendons. "....!" The White Star then forced his mouth open, easily clenching Cale's jaw as he stuffed the black meat inside his mouth. Tears pooled at the side of Cale's reddish-brown eyes as he tried to spit out the meat. He can't, for the love of God, he just can't. "Listen to my pleads, my dear child. Eat." 'No...' "Raon..." ✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶ This is a canon divergence. Please note that this work have trigger warnings such as blood, gore, slavery and manipulation. The main tag would be Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

"The blood moon appears, under those who live in here, the dream will repeat."

>[[COMPLETED]]< Everything comes with a price. That is the basic knowledge in the world. Years after the war, the redhead had finally reached his dream of slacking off. Yet he did not know it will come to this. Former Commander Cale Henituse is dying, and everyone realized it too late.

Loved ones visit you in the form of butterflies, Or that's what he said. Inspired by reiurinquan's post from Twitter.

Cale knew that he died, right after a few minutes after the White Star stabbed him a dagger coated with dead mana just like how he stabbed the other with the World Tree dagger. So it came to an initial shock for him to wake up inside a train that continued to run throughout galaxies, a man in a white coat in front of him. Wherein Kim Dokja receives a companion amidst the loneliness of the train while he continued to dream.

The war with the White Star had finally ended and Cale is living his slacker life at its best along with a little farming here and there. Cale is contented, even if every other day there are some shoutings and playful giggles coming from the children, it's fine as long as there is no serious shit that are supposed to happen. 'It's fine' that was he thought earlier. But now? No, Absolutely not! Why the fuck is Choi Han glaring daggers at him like he's about to beat him to pulp?! Why?! Where the hell is that guy who is supposed to be following him like a cute dog wagging his tail and saying 'Cale-nim'?! Cale was suddenly in the mood to kill a God, especially that motherfucking God of Death. [Art credits : emel_fate @ Twitter]

>[[COMPLETED]]< "You were my greatest piece Khun-san." "And I will still be till the end of my time, Bam." "𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕." ~𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚣