Darius had never been one to believe in the old parchment, revered almost like divine scripture. But that had changed.
Bianca hadn’t merely given him Zen. The daughter of Nocturne knew exactly how to play her cards.
Just as Darius was plotting how to keep her away from Xion, she’d waltzed into his study with a bundle of research letters.
It was proof of just how far she was willing to go.
Only she knew what it cost to secure them from the southern guild.
The letters claimed that the angel Misaki Mei had been sent to this world to preserve life.
And she did exactly that. Everyone was aware that she fought the Orcs.
She devised a way for commoners to wield mana through crystals. And all the while, she tended to the poor and the sick without asking for anything in return.
She reminded him so much of his Xion. And that, more than anything, unsettled Darius.
Why? Because buried among the records was a darker truth.
The king had betrayed the angel, and his cruelty forced her to lose her child.
She, the one sent to preserve life, became the reason for life’s demise.
Life ends with Death.
Death breeds evil.
They said that death had marked the end of her divine mission. So, the heavens took her back.
Darius didn’t want Xion to leave him like her. He needed to find what kind of mission Xion had to fulfil, and he was going to...
If it were the same as saving, then he would spill the same amount of blood.
His grip on the small figure tightened as he ran his hand over the back, gently calming Xion.
"I would give you everything, and I am also willing to give anything to keep you by my side," Darius promised fervently, "I love you, Xion, only you. And I will say it as many times as it takes for you to understand it."
The silent figure curled in his arms finally muttered, and he might have missed it entirely with how low the voice was.
"This," Xion whispered, trying hard to keep his cracking voice steady, "might become your mistake."
"A mistake would be not loving you enough. Have I not wasted so many years already?"
Xion shut his eyes and rubbed his face against Darius’ shoulder, ruining the expensive fabric with his tears.
"Our relationship might not be so grand. We might fight and lose our temper. We will get angry at each other. We-"
"I’ll coax you, darling. Every time you get angry, I’ll be there. No matter how you push me away, I’ll keep holding you, kissing you. And..."
Darius leaned back just enough to see his baby’s face still buried in his neck. His fingers moved, coaxing Xion to lift his head and look at him.
"And?"
Kissing the corner of his red rimmed eyes, Darius chuckled. "And if you still keep being angry, I’ll fuck you senseless until only my name remains on your lips."
"I do," Xion sighed. "I do love you very much, Your Grace." You have no idea how much I yearn for you.
How vile. Xion loathed his brain for thinking this way.
I am blind, Darius. Xion wanted to scream. This close distance is the only way I can see you.
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