Bell sat at the dinner table with a paintbrush in his hand. He did calm and careful strokes over his bright silver armor to match his pure black chestplate.
Astraea sat at the end of the table, enjoying her dinner and watching Bell paint. She was amazed at how concentrated he was. Next to her was her giant teddy bear in a chair and all.
Bell finished painting his shoulder guard before setting it on a white cloth for it to dry. He grabbed his shin guards next and began the process all over again.
"Bell, why don't you eat something? Your dinner is getting cold." Astraea said.
Bell blinked and broke his concentration before turning to Astraea. "Hmm, alright, just let me finish up this last piece, and I'll eat."
Astraea smiled and nodded while Bell went back to painting. After a few more minutes, Bell was done, and he put his paint supplies as well as the shinguards on the white cloth.
"So, what are your plans for tomorrow, Astraea?" Bell asked, digging into his mashed potatoes.
"Tend to my flowers and visit Ryu, she's grown so much since I last saw her," Astraea answered, feeling slightly guilty for leaving her.
Bell picked up on it but didn't say anything. She and Ryu had already dealt with that together. "Well, I know she'll be glad to see you. What are you going to do about her bounty?"
Astraea frowned slightly at the word bounty. "I'll ask Ouranus to waive it. Or figure out some way to make a deal with him. Hopefully, my connection to him and the service Ryu did to this city will sway him."
Bell nodded before moving on to the ham. "Well, if you need something to offer up, you can offer me. I have knowledge about floors the guild doesn't know about."
Astraea felt a pang of worry at what Bell said. "But that would paint a huge target on your back, Bell. It could possibly get you killed."
Bell furrowed his brow in confusion at Astraea's words. "Killed? What do you mean by killed? I have information that wasn't shared with the guild. Why would I be killed for that if it better prepares adventurers for the depths of the dungeon?"
A realization crossed Astraea's face as she reached over and grabbed Bell's hand. Bell was even more confused, but Astraea spoke before he could ask what she was doing.
"Bell, I want you to listen to me and try and remain calm. Can you do that for me?" Astraea softly asked.
Bell began to grow worried, but he nodded all the same. Astraea took a hesitant breath before speaking once more.
"Did your Grandpa ever tell you why the Zeus and Hera familia left Orario? Or what they did afterward?" Astraea asked.
Bell shook his head. "No, he just said that they had to leave after most of them died to the OEBD. Said the houses were too quiet, and they just couldn't deal with the silence."
Astraea felt a pang of fear in her chest at the word Silence. Nevertheless, she pushed on.
Clearing her throat, she began to tell Bell the real reason. "Bell the Zeus and Hera familia didn't exactly pack up and leave. They were banished, and a few years later, those remnants returned and plunged Orario into the Dark Age."
Bell's eyes narrowed as his hand turned into a fist. His nails digging into his skin as his heart rate increased. Astraea noticed this but continued speaking. She knew he deserved to know the truth.
"For seven years, they terrorized the city, thousands dead within the first week with many more on the way. It was a terrible time for the city. Caused by its once protectors that were thrown out by the very people they kept safe for thousands of years." Astraea calmly explained. But if one listened close could hear a small tremor in her voice.
Bell's anger slowly grew as his nails dug deeper into his palm. His other hand was shaking in rage, causing the table to vibrate. His breathing was slow and deep. Like a monster about to awaken.
Astraea remained firm, keeping her hand on top of Bell's as a form of comfort. She didn't blame him for getting angry. His family was kicked out when they needed help. Who wouldn't be angry? But what Bell said next would always stick with Astraea. Not the words but the tone he used.
"Who did it?" He growled.
Astraea felt a twinge of fear crawl up her spine. This was the first time she had ever seen Bell angry. Not mad but truly angry. It scared her seeing such a drastic change in behavior.
Astraea nervously swallowed as she answered. "The Loki and Freya familia."
Bell didn't answer as blood poured from his palm. The room was dead silent except for the drops of blood that dropped off the table and onto the ground.
Astraea didn't say anything, and neither did Bell. The silence was deafening for Astraea. But she still kept her mouth shut, letting Bell process everything.
After what felt like an eternity, he spoke. "So if I spoke out about my connection to the Zeus familia. Those still angry about what they did will try and kill me, is that what you're saying?" Bell asked.
Astraea nodded. "Yes, if they found out what you know and how you know it. They wouldn't care about the information. They would just see you as the last remnant of the Zeus familia."
Bell grabbed a napkin and pressed it against his bleeding hand. "I see, well, that's quite a conundrum. But like I said before, if you need to use me to waive Ryu's bounty, do so. People want to kill me they're welcome to try."
Bell pushed his chair back and stood up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to fix my hand and calm down. No need for anger to cloud my judgment."
Bell walked away before Astraea could answer. Once Bell was gone, she let out a shaky breath and felt her heart pounding in her chest.
She knew not to make Bell mad from now on.
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The next morning, Bell was walking down Main Street, heading to the dungeon. His mind still swirled with last night's conversation. Of how his Grandpa lied to him about why they left Orario.
If he lied, then what else did he lie about? Bell knew most of what he was told was true. Everything except for the part where they left. But it was obvious to Bell he didn't know the whole story. Or he didn't before. Maybe he still didn't.
But those thoughts were in the back of his mind. With his newly painted armor, he walked down the street, drawing many eyes at the boy's new look. His armor didn't exactly inspire confidence in those around him.
But he laid them no mind as he descended into the dungeon. With his new stats, he decided to head down to floor eight. It would be the furthest he had ever gone, and he knew he wasn't cleared for it.
But he didn't care, he knew that he had to push himself to grow stronger. One thing his Grandpa did tell the truth about was how to cheat the falna. Such a thing is easily manipulated if you know what you're doing.
So the under-leveled Bell descended into the dungeon. Unaware of the eyes that watched him. Yet he descended into the dungeon anyway.
After an hour of just descending, Bell arrived on floor 8 in record time. Now, focusing on any monsters on the way down, he made quick progress.
"Alright, now I wait." Bell thought. He stood out in the open, adorned in his black armor with his sword still in its sheathe.
"Hmm, maybe I could test my magic out as well, but maybe not. I don't know my capacity for mind, so it might be best if I hold off on it for now."
Bell's ears perked up, hearing the sound of mandibles clacking together. He waited for the Killer ants to come into view. Once they did, his hand went to his sword, and he shot forward.
Unsheathing his blade midway through, he sliced through the killer ants like they were nothing. Once Bell appeared on the other side of them, he sighed in disappointment.
"Still not fast enough, nowhere even close." He turned and dragged the Killer ants off to the side. He made sure not to cut their mandibles so he could draw more to him.
"Alright, let's try again."
Bell waited again before hearing dozens of Killer Ants coming towards him. A small smirk tugged the corners of his lips as he waited.
Not a second later, dozens of Killer Ants emerged from the ceiling and around the corners. Bell was surrounded. But he didn't care.
Taking a calming breath, his leg muscles flexed before shooting off in a straight line. Immediately, 25 Ants were dead.
Bell spun around and shit forward once more. Another 25 dead. He spun around and pressed his boots against the wall.
Not a second later, he was flying through the air with 30 Ants dead this time. Landing on his feet and kicking up some dirt, Bell spun on his heel and looked at the carnage.
Over 80 Killer Ants were dead within three dashes. All sliced in half with their monster stones on display. Bell sighed in disappointment once again as he began dragging them and making a pile.
"Still not fast enough, but I'll keep trying. This obstacle won't stop me forever."
He finished off the Killer Ants from before, so no more could come after him. Then, once all the ants were in the pile, he began cutting out the monster stones.
"I really need a supporter," Bell muttered.
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Bell continued carving out the monster stones. His hands getting dark and grimy with the brown blood. He put another monster stone in his pouch as the Killer Ant turned to ash.
He let out a sigh and wiped the sweat off his forehead before continuing his to carve them up. He stopped, however, feeling someone behind him.
"Robbing me would be pretty stupid," Bell told them.
The person said nothing, and Bell wiped his hands on one of the ant's corpses. He let out an annoyed sigh as he stood up. However, when he turned and faced the person, his heart sank.
Standing in full black plate armor with a helmet and at seven feet tall, the man towered over Bell. The boy gulped but didn't back down.
"Like I said, robbing me would be a bad idea."
The man tilted his head and drew his greatsword. Like Bell's sword, it was made of adamantine with Goliath hide wrapping around the handle. The man's armor was also made out of adamantine.
"Hello, boy, I wish to spar." The man spoke.
"Huh?" Bell asked, his eyebrow quirked.
"You heard me, draw your sword and fight. I wish to test your ability."
Bell deadpanned at the man. "I don't even know who you are."
The man shook his head and planted his sword in the ground. "My name is Ratto, and I'm an adventurer. I have been tasked to train you."
Bell snorted. "Ratto, quite the name. Wait, who told you to train me?"
"Someone whose eye you've caught. Now draw."
Ratto shot forward. Bell rolled behind him and drew his sword. Bell shot forward, drawing his sword, and slashed diagonally.
Ratto quickly spun around and parried Bell before kicking the boy away. Bell flew back but straightened himself and landed on the wall.
He pushed off it and swung down, only for Ratto to parry once more. Bell landed behind him. Thinking quickly, he grabbed a Killer Ant corpse and threw it at Ratto.
Ratto easily sliced it in half, but Bell had disappeared. Ratto quickly spun around and kicked Bell's sword away.
The boy stumbled back but quickly got to his feet. Only to have a blade aimed at his throat.
"Not bad, you're quick and smart. But you fell into a rhythm of predictability as the fight drew on. You also rely too much on your speed without the necessary strength to back it up." Ratto explained.
Bell panted slightly and nodded. "Well, I was taught to use my build for speed more."
"That's not a bad thing, but you need more muscle to deliver more powerful strikes. Although it was smart thinking to use the dead Killer Ant, good job."
"So you gonna tell me who sent you?" Bell asked.
Bell had no idea who this was. Any defining characteristics were hidden by the armor and the helmet covering his head.
"No one you need concern yourself with at this time. All I'm here to do is train you and watch your back. That is all." Ratto stated.
Bell deadpanned at the man and sighed. "Well, watch my back as I get the rest of my monster stones then."
"Very well," Ratto said.
Bell shook his head and began digging out the rest of the monster stones. "Not even here for two months, and I already get roped into something," Bell muttered.
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After a few hours of training, Bell and Ratto stopped for lunch. Bell was panting, and sweat ran down his body. But Ratto didn't even seem tired. Not even winded.
"Here, boy, your secret admirer made you this," Ratto said, handing Bell a lunchbox.
It was a pink box with a frilly design that looked minuscule in Ratto's hand. Bell learned to stop questioning things at this point and sat down with his back pressed against the wall.
Ratto sat next to him, still towering over Bell despite the two sitting. Bell paid no mind to the height difference, however. He opened the lunch box and saw an assortment of sandwiches inside.
"Is this where you tell me these are made with love?" Bell joked.
"Yes."
Bell chuckled and took a bite of the sandwich. He immediately felt the tastelessness of the food. Too much salt and ham, plus too little cheese.
But Bell was polite and kept on eating it. His Grandpa had taught him that food would be scarce in the dungeon. That he should eat whatever is available to him to survive.
Ratto smirked under his helmet, seeing the boy force himself to eat the sandwiches. He knew they were poorly made, but he delivered them all the same.
"So boy, where is it you come from?" Ratto asked.
"A village in the mountains, what about you, Ratto?"
"A slum."
Bell nodded and ate another sandwich. This one has too little salt and too much cheese. "Let me guess, you know how to pickpocket?"
"Too tall for that, I normally beat my victims, then rob them," Ratto answered.
Bell felt slightly nervous now. "I see, big guy like you must be a good intimidation tactic."
"Yes, but I was given a purpose, and I have devoted my life to it."
"Is it fulfilling to you?"
"Yes."
"I see."
The two sat in silence as Bell finished the sandwiches. Once he did, Ratto stood up, and Bell gave him the lunchbox back.
"I must take my leave, be here in the morning for more training. I will mold you into a warrior worthy of praise."
Bell just nodded as Ratto walked out of the dungeon. Bell sighed in annoyance as he heard the Killer Ants coming back.
"Astraea will never believe this," Bell muttered.
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Astraea was in her garden, currently tending to her flowers. She had been taking care of them since Bell joined her familia.
She didn't know how they were still alive since she didn't water them before he joined. But she had an idea in the back of her mind.
Once she finished watering them, she then began cutting the thorns off the roses so they wouldn't hurt anyone.
After that was done, she stood up and, brushed the dirt off her dress, and walked inside. She put her gardening supplies away before changing into a different dress.
It was still white like her other dress, but Astraea didn't want to go visit Ryu with dirt all over her clothes. After she changed, she looked into her mirror and sighed.
"Alright, you've got this. I just need to go in there and eat. Not like I'm not welcome, and besides, Ryu will be happy to see me again."
With another apprehensive sigh, she walked out her door and to the Hostess of Fertility. News of her return to the city had spread like wildfire since Bell had beaten the Minotaur at low-level one.
People stopped in the streets to greet her, happy about her return to Orario. The Goddess of Justice was back. A goddess who cared for the people without asking anything in return.
Astraea, being who she was, waved and smiled to those that greeted her. She had helped out a lot during the Dark Ages. Even going out into the war-torn streets of Orario to help those in need.
Of course, such actions would make her loved by the people. Astraea saw them as people and not playthings for her amusement.
"Look, it's Lady Astraea!"
"She really is back in town!"
"I heard her new captain killed a Minotaur!"
"Isn't he just a rookie?"
"One hell of a rookie then."
"Is he the one that wore that pure black armor?"
"Yeah, that's the one. To be honest, his armor looks burned, though."
"Kinda scary."
Astraea giggled as she continued her walk. Hearing the small talk about Bell and how scary he looked painted an interesting image in her mind. Especially considering how short he was. Only around 5'5 and dressed head to toe in plate armor.
Looking like a little knight that popped out of a storybook. Waving his sword around and saving the day. She knew Bell would like to save the day. But not be made fun of for his height.
Arriving at the Hostess, Astraea took a deep breath and walked inside. Ryu was waiting for her at the door.
"Welcome, Lady Astraea. Please follow me to the bar."
Astraea smiled. "Thank you, Ryu."
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Bell sat outside the dungeon on a wooden bench. He gazed at the sunset and the clouds drifting by. A lot was on his mind. From the strange appearance of Ratto, which Bell knew wasn't his real name. To the revelation that his Grandpa's familia became terrorists.
"Was Gramps a terrorist? Is that why we lived so far away? Or did he not partake in the Dark Age?" Bell wondered.
His mind swirled with thoughts and possibilities of how much of the truth he knew. He let out a groan of annoyance and leaned his head back.
"Ugh, I hate not knowing, and the dumb old man had to go and get himself killed, so I can't ask him for questions."
This then brought Bell to another dilemma. If he came out with the information that he knew about the monsters and the dungeon. It would paint a massive target on his back for being connected to the Zeus familia.
"Ugh, such a pain. I want to help Ryu, but I also don't want to bring bad attention to Astraea. They could go after her instead of me for her harboring a Zeus familia scum."
Bell pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up. He'd figure out a solution to this later. Right now, he needed to go get cleaned up.
"Astraea should still be at the Hostess. I'll drop her off some money so she can order some food while I go get cleaned up."
Bell pushed himself off the bench and began walking home. People greeted him on his way back, which Bell returned. He was aware his name spread throughout the city.
He was the new paragon of justice along with the boy who beat a Minotaur. At level one. Such a thing was never heard of.
But Bell didn't really care much for the fame. He wasn't here for that. So he continued on his way to the Hostess, cutting through an alleyway to take a shortcut.
As he was walking down the alleyway, someone slammed into him, causing them to fall. Bell looked down and saw a female Prum with brown hair.
"You damn Prum!" A man shouted, swinging his sword down.
Bell quickly reacted. Unsheathing his sword, he parried the other man's before his hand shot forward and grabbed him by the throat.
He slammed the man into the wall, causing him to drop his sword. Bell aimed his sword at his face, the top hovering inches from his eye.
"Wanna explain what that was about?" Bell asked.
"Wha- you know that damn Prum?!" The man yelled.
He tried to push himself off the wall, but Bell held him down.
"No, now answer the question," Bell ordered.
The man growled in anger. "That damn Prum robbed me!"
"Got any proof?" Bell asked, noticing the Prum was gone.
"What?!"
"Do you have any proof?"
The man stopped struggling. "Well, no, but I know she did!"
Bell threw the man to the ground. "Well, looks like it's off to jail for attempted murder then."
"What?! This is absurd and unfair! Who even are you anyway?!!"
"A new Paragon of Justice," Bell answered.
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"So that's what happened then?" A Ganesha familia guard asked.
"Yes, sir. I don't know if it's true, he was robbed or not. But I saw him trying to kill that girl." Bell answered.
"Alright, we'll keep him in holding until we find out what familia he's a part of. Thanks for bringing him here, nice to see the Astraea familia back up and running."
Bell lightly chuckled. "Oh well, you know, just doing Justice and the likes."
The guard smiled. "Well, you have a good day, sir."
"You too."
Bell walked away as the Ganesha guards escorted the man to jail. Bell continued on his way to the Hostess of Fertility. Monster killing can work up quite an appetite.
Walking into the tavern, he was greeted by the sight of many adventurers eating and drinking to their heart's content. He saw Astraea sitting at the bar talking with Mia.
"I remember your place was a safe haven during those dark times."
"Yeah, if any of those Evilus bastards tried anything, they would've met my shovel." Mia boasted.
Bell approached the bar and set a coin pouch down. Astraea went to deny the money, thinking someone was trying to buy her a drink. But when she saw Bell, she quickly shot to her feet and hugged him.
Bell gave her one back but made sure his hands didn't touch her. They were still covered in Killer Ant blood, after all.
"I take it the dungeon went well?" Astraea asked, sitting back down.
Bell nodded. "Yup, and I made my first arrest on my way here."
Astraea had a shocked look on her face. "Oh my, I hope you weren't hurt in the process."
Bell shook his head. "No, it was easy. But go ahead and order us some dinner. I need to go and get cleaned up."
"Alright, anything specific you want?" Astraea asked.
"Uh, spaghetti will be fine," Bell answered.
"Alright, be back soon. I want to hear about your day in the dungeon."
Bell laughed. "Oh, it was quite interesting."
Bell bid his goodbyes before heading out of the tavern and back home.
"Interesting kid, ya got there."
"You don't even know that half of it."
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Bell returned to the tavern half an hour later. He took a seat next to Astraea as the tavern seemed even more packed than before. He had bathed and changed into new clothes. Leaving his armor at home.
"So, Bell, tell me how the dungeon was today?" Astraea asked, leaning in.
"Well, I killed a few hundred Killer Ants. But I also met a man named Ratto who said he was there to train me."
"Ratto? That's quite an odd name." Astraea said.
Bell chuckled. "Well, it's obviously not his real name. But he was strong, he was able to predict what I was going to do. He did also give me a few pointers and a workout routine so I can build more muscle mass."
Astraea quirked an eyebrow. "You're not gonna become a muscle head, are you? Like, oh, look at me and my big muscles, rah." Astraea mimicked.
Bell laughed. "No, nothing like that. Just something to give my swings a little more force since I'll be fighting people that have higher levels than me now."
Astraea playfully poked his shoulder. "Good, I don't want you becoming a muscle head. Your intelligence is what makes you fun."
Bell gave her a fake hurt expression. "Oh, and not my charming personality."
Astraea rolled her eyes and leaned back. "Yes, that too."
Both laughed as Anya delivered the food.
"Here's your spaghetti nya, and for the goddess her fish nya."
Bell blinked and looked at the catgirl. "I still have trouble understanding you sometimes."
"Nya, so rude white hair. You should be nicer nya to the beautiful and charming Anya nya."
Bell turned to Astraea. "I'm still having trouble understanding her."
"Nya!" Anya shrieked.
Astraea just giggled into her hand. "Bell, stop teasing the poor girl."
"Meanie white hair, nya."
Bell threw his arms up. "Can't win here, so I'm just gonna eat."
Astraea giggled while Anya pouted. "Stupid white hair, nya."
Bell rolled his eyes and tossed Anya a few hundred valis. "Here have a tip for our language barrier."
Anya's eyes widened in excitement. "Nya, thank you white hair. You're the best nya."
Anya then scurried back into the kitchen while Bell and Astraea ate. Once Anya was gone, Astraea leaned closer to Bell.
"She seems like a nice girl."
Bell smirked. "I know what you're about to say. Don't say it."
"What, she's adorable, come on, you two would work well together."
"How so?"
"She's ditzy and cute while you're intelligent and funny. Opposites attract, you know."
"Oh, I didn't know you were experienced in dating."
Astraea froze. "Erk, uh, well."
"You've never had a boyfriend or girlfriend before, have you." Bell deadpanned.
"No, but that's besides the point. You've never had a girlfriend before. Don't blame me for trying to hook you up with someone." Astraea pouted.
"Well, why are you trying to hook me up with someone?" Bell chuckled.
"What? I can't see my child happy." Astraea said before an idea came to her mind. She kept it to herself, however.
"I never said that. But I've only been here a month. No need for you to hook me up with someone yet, as you say."
"Hmm, I see, you're scared of women."
"I am not!" Bell protested.
"Uh-huh, sure, you don't need to pretend Bell."
"I'm gonna take Belly away."
"You will not, Belly is mine!"
"Then behave."
Astraea pouted but turned away. Bell smirked, knowing a way to mess with her.
"Besides, I don't need anyone. I already have you." Bell said, trying his best to sound charming.
Astraea's face turned beet red, causing Bell to lose his composure and start laughing.
"Low blow, Bell, low blow." She grumbled.
Bell didn't answer right away as he was still laughing. "Oh gods, you should've seen the look on your face."
Astraea playfully slapped his shoulder, causing Bell to laugh harder. "It's not funny, you caught me off guard, is all."
"Oh, you have no idea how hard it was to sound charming like that, and the way your face went red."
Bell was laughing so hard he nearly fell out of his stool. Eventually, Astraea started laughing a little as well.
"I'll get you back for that Bell." She grumbled.
"I'd like to see you try."
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After a few hours, dinner came to a close for the two, and they needed to head home. Unluckily for Bell, Astraea decided to get drunk while they were here. Which meant he needed to escort her back to the Stardust Garden.
"Alright, come on, Astraea. It's time to go home." Bell said.
"Wah, but I wanna stay and talk with Ryu more," Astraea complained.
"You can do that tomorrow. It's late, and we need to get to bed." Bell told her.
"Hmm, fine, but I wanna sleep with Belly," Astraea grumbled.
"You do anyway, and please come up with a different name for him," Bell said, throwing her arm over his shoulder.
"No, Belly, it is." Astraea slurred.
Bell sighed and began escorting her outside.
"Bell, wait!" Syr called out.
Bell stopped and turned his head. "Yeah, what's up, Syr."
"Someone left this book here, do you want it? I think it's a hero story." Syr said.
Bell looked at the book in her hand and saw it was a silver book with a musical note on the cover. It didn't look like a hero story to him. But Syr was offering it to him for a reason. Maybe she just didn't want it anymore perhaps. She didn't have to lie, but he'd play along.
"Alright, sure, I'll give it a read tonight or tomorrow. Thanks, Syr."
Bell took the book and held it in his other hand as Syr waved goodbye. Bell escorted Astraea home while the drunk goddess kept rambling about things.
"She drank one ale. One ale, and she's absolutely plastered. Lightweight." Bell thought.
"Hey, you're thinking something mean." Astraea slurred.
"No, I'm not."
"Are too, I can tell. Meanie Bell."
"What is with everyone calling me names today?" Bell grumbled.
"Bell, I wanna go home!" Astraea complained.
"We're getting there. Hang on."
"Hurry *hic* up."
Bell sighed and shook his head. Next time, Ryu would deal with the drunk Astraea.
After a few more minutes of walking, Bell and Astraea arrived back at the Stardust Garden. Bell escorted Astraea to her room, which was nice and clean.
He set Astraea on her bed, who immediately cuddled up to the giant teddy bear that was on her bed.
"I missed you, Belly. Now we're going to cuddle all night."
Bell shook his head before heading to the kitchen and grabbing a cup of water. He filled it up and took it to Astraea's room, who was already sound asleep.
He chucked and set the cup on her nightstand. He made sure the blinds were closed and that she was tucked in. Once all that was taken care of, Bell left and went to his room.
He kicked off his boots and turned his lamp on. Having enough light, Bell opened the book and began reading it.
"Through the sound of song and voice. A gospel of tunes."
Bell felt his eyes grow heavy, and he fell asleep, dropping the book on the ground and laying down on his bed.
Well breaks over and time to write again. I wonder who Ratto could be. Seems mysterious. Also loverofArtemis chill out over there. Doesn't take a genius to realize I posted the wrong thing.
