Chapter 8:

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(Author Note: I made a mistake. Raenef IV's age did a two year jump. So there's no confusion, let's just say he's seventeen? Great)

Eclipse POV:

After a long morning, I was bringing a set of clothes to the boy, so he could come downstairs and join us for lunch. The child hadn't eaten since the morning before, thus he was probably famished.

When I reached my room, I was surprised to find the door open. I walked in to find the book hovering over the kid. I stood outside the door to hear what they were saying.

"…And the sad thing is that I still love him. You're smart. Isn't there anything I can do?"

The book took a moment to think. "Do you recall at all what the spell said?"

"No. It was in a foreign language. At the time, I knew it, but now I can't remember."

"Well it's simple. You can find the book and try to reverse the spell, or you can deal with it and just try to reestablish your relationship."

"What relationship? I've already explained it to you. If I weren't his master, then I would've meant nothing to him. And he's so much different. His eyes are intensely cold. He's never once frightened me before, but he seems like another person. The Eclipse I knew seemed wiser and to have had more life experience. I don't really know. I sound crazy. But…"

At this point, all I could hear were faint whispers. I decided it was time to enter the room. I pointed to the book.

"You out. And you," I tossed the clothes to him, "Dress for breakfast and be downstairs in fifteen."

Whatever the boy's story is, he's convinced the book. What if he's not just a lunatic? I'd never actually listened to his story. A spell? Maybe there was… no. I wasn't going to doubt my life because some kid tells a good lie.

It didn't take long for him to come downstairs. I was setting the table, and the outfit I picked out was perfect. He was wearing a flowing silk shirt and tight black pants. It was simple, but he pulled it off so well. The top three buttons were undone, so just the right amount of skin was showing.

'I'm doing it again. I must really be deprived for him to effect me this much.'

"Um… where should I sit?"

"Right here."

Master Raenef walked in and leaned on one of the guest's chairs. The boy reluctantly sat.

"So have you decided upon a name yet?"

"Um… I haven't really thought about it. How about… Chris?"

I watched Lord Raenef dig his nails into the chair. Why was this kid aggravating him so?

"That doesn't suit you at all. Pick another."

He then whined, "I don't want to change my name."

It was taking all my master could do not to hit him. He would have appeared calm to anyone else, but I could tell how angry he was.

"Fine. Then I shall christen you 'Cherub,'" he paused. "And that's the end of this."

Master then took his seat. I could see this wasn't going to be a pleasant dinner.