lazyferret

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.
Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”

The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.

Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.

Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.

His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.

After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.

“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”

Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.

“Atticus? W-why are you here?”

The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”

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Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.

Atticus [BL]

[Warning: This chapter contains sensitive content, including slight gore. Reader discretion is advised.]

The news of Leslie's death instantly spread in the small village of Cerefina.

Elwin and Nerys were on their way to return the bonnet to Leslie. To help Nerys conceal his long, pointy ears whenever they went outside, Elwin had crocheted an earflap hat for him.

Upon arriving, they noticed a crowd of villagers gathered around Leslie's house, where she lived with her grandmother.

"What's happening…?" Elwin asked in confusion.

"The girl's already dead," Nerys replied in a low, heavy voice to answer his question.

Elwin recalled Nerys mentioning it last time, but he hadn't given it much thought.

Actually, he had forgotten about it.

"Elwin, wait!" Nerys tried to stop Elwin when he quickly ran from his side towards the crowd.

22 Leslie's Death