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I was left a question in the reviews by File 13!
Question: Why's Edd fallen? Poor bb didn't doesn't seem like he did anything :( Was he, like, captured by the demons or something?
Answer: Though I did explain this in a previous chapter, I don't blame you for missing it. If I saw a long paragraph of words in a story, I honestly tend to skim through it and not pay much attention to it. But in answer to your question, I made Edd a fallen angel because he was curious about the underworld and would visit it even though the Godly ruler in the Holy Land was not ok with Edd's visits to the underworld so he kicked him out and now Edd is a fallen angel.
I hope this answers your question, if not, let me know.
Anywhooo, onto the chapter!
Tord was not a patient devil.
Well, he was with his mate. And as much as he hated it, he tried his best to be patient with his mate's servant despite how much he hated him.
The council, however, he didn't bother holding onto his patience.
"For the last time!" He yelled, standing from his seat and slamming his hands onto his desk, causing the members of the council to jump. "I refuse to allow the cerberus to refuse passage to the deceased! We have plenty of room throughout the kingdom! I don't want to hear about this again!"
A muttered apology echoed from the council members as Tord watched them, his eyes blazing red. When he was satisfied with their apologies, Tord settled back down into his seat.
"For the next topic of discussion, our agreement with the farmers…" One of the council members explained only to be droned out by Tord's memories.
Tord couldn't help but constantly think about his mate. Sure his servant was annoying but Tord couldn't blame Tom for being curious about the living world. He had be curious as well when he first joined the underworld, thousands of years ago.
He had been a war leader that controlled a mass army called the Red Army. They had been dealing with a member of the black army who had snuck into the Red base and was killing anyone who came into contact with them. The Black army warrior had snuck into Tord's office and killed him from behind with a knife to the neck.
Tord had hated that.
Being killed in such a manor had caused his rage to transform him into a powerful devil who quickly usurped the current ruler of the underworld. After a few hundred years, Tord had been curious of the living world. Since creatures of the underworld had their memories removed as soon as they became deceased, Tord had no idea why he had been so angry when he joined. Therefore, he made sure to clear a few days from his schedule in order to venture to the living world and find out what his life had been like.
He hadn't needed so much time.
As soon as he got to the living world, he found himself in an office where apparently he had been killed. When he circled around to sit in the chair, he had been struck with all of the memories of his life.
Quickly teleporting back to his bedroom in the palace, Tord had fallen onto his bed and curled up. He hadn't been prepared for the horrors he had seen. Sure, the underworld was full of countless monsters and creatures of every shape and form. The underworld had been nothing in comparison to the pure hell that was his life. He had seen deaths. Murders. Crimes he committed. Lives he had ended and ruined. His parents were abusive and evil. They had raised him to be cruel and heartless. He had tormented so many people.
He had needed several days to come to peace with his life and the memories that came from it. Of course, he had decided to be more of a malevolent ruler, a ruler who isn't a tyrant. He wouldn't let anyone be treated unfairly. However, he still had his rage. Though he had come to peace with his death, he couldn't rid himself of his temper or his bloodlust that had come from his life. He would never allow his mate into the living world if he had a life anything similar to his.
Tord sighed, standing from his chair.
"Your majesty? Are you alright?" a member of council asked, all eyes turning to him.
"Just a bit tired, I'm going to cut this meeting short for today." Tord explained as he left, not allowing any of the council members to object to his decision.
As he walked down the halls, his memories were flooded with thoughts of his love. Whenever he wasn't able to think clearly, he'd resort to thinking about Tom. He had no idea how he had gotten by those hundreds of years before he had met the boy. Tord smirk at the memory of when he had first found his mate.
Flaaaaaaashbaaaaaaaack
Tord had been venturing through the choices for his future mate. Every form of underworldly creature was lined up for his viewing. His eyes had landed on a small creature who was dressed in tattered and torn clothing. A blue hoodie and jeans with checkered sneakers. He had dark brown hair spiked up but the most interesting thing about him was that he didn't have eyes. What should've been eyes were empty black holes leading to what only imagination could figure out.
Tord stood in front of the boy, who only had his head lowered. The king turned toward his advisor and grinned.
"This one." He said, setting a hand on the boy's shoulder, causing him to look up at him in curiosity.
"Are you sure, m'lord? This one is freshly deceased. We're still unsure of what his origins are or his demonic form." The advisor explained.
Tord shook his head.
"I'm not letting an enigma like this slip through my fingers no matter how many problems he may have." Tord explained. "This one is mine." He turned to the boy and smiled. "What's your name?"
The boy glanced from the advisor to the king in front of him before shyly adjusting his hoodie.
"My name is Tom."
Of course, there were downsides of being with a creature who was freshly deceased.
After several decades of being together, Tord found his mate in a huddled ball in the corner of their bedroom in the middle of the night. He climbed out of bed and approached him, cautiously. No one knew of the monster that resided in his love's body yet so Tord had to be prepared for anything.
"Tom? My love, what's wrong?" He asked, slowly inching closer to the boys shaking form.
"I-I'm losing control…" Tom said, shaking violently as he looked up at the king saw his skin transform from pale to more scaley and purple.
"I can help you, but you have to trust me…" Tord explained, his hands hovering over the boy cautiously.
Tom looked up at the king, his eyes pleading to just make it stop. Tord understood and nodded before rushing around his room.
"If I can just find an inhibitor ring, I can weaken the monster side!" Tord explained before pulling the ring out and turning towards the boy.
"N-No! Stop! I d-don't want control back!" Tom exclaimed, keeping one arm wrapped around his middle while his other hand was outstretched towards Tord as purple smoke flooded out from his empty eye sockets, his breathing became more labored and had hints of growls in his voice. "If I keep holding it back, I'll never solve anything. H-help me, please…"
Tord stared at the boy before nodding. Tord just pulled the boy's small form into his arms, closing his eyes as he tried his best to calm his love. They stayed like that for hours and from that day forward, the two worked together until they had made it so that Tom's monster form and his normal form could intermingle peacefully.
