Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210: GET THE DOCTOR_Part 2

"Rohan," she called, looking at his face, "about Astral, why did he break the rules to give you back your soul instead of crossing the River?" She had always been curious about this question since Kuhn told her.

Rohan was silent for a moment before he began to speak.

"I started to see Astral a few weeks before the day my heart was removed. I think it was because I was getting closer to my death, that’s why I was able to see the reaper. At first, I pretended not to see it creeping into my room, until one day I was so desperate to talk to someone," his eyes held a distant look as he told her about the reaper he had befriended many years ago.

The boy, who feasted on rodents that lived with him in the lonely room—since he wasn’t allowed to feed properly as a form of punishment for something he had done—put the half-eaten rat away as he felt the presence of the cloaked figure in his room again.

The cloaked creature did not stay there always; it came and went, and the boy could no longer ignore its presence, not this time, when he hadn’t spoken to a soul in months or seen anyone.

Sighing and wiping his mouth against his sleeve, he turned to face the creature. He did not say anything and stared into the jet-black eyes of the reaper.

"You can see me," came the raspy voice of the creature of the dead. It was more of a statement than a question.

The boy gave a curt nod. "I’ve been able to see you for a week now. What are you, and why do you keep coming back to my room to watch me? It’s getting unsettling," the boy remarked with his head tilted back as he studied the creature.

"I’m the one whom man fears the most," said the reaper. "I’m the one you call... Death."

The boy’s eyes moved up and down the length of the tall reaper, and then the side of his lips pulled up. "I am not scared of you. I’m not afraid of death."

"Why?" the reaper asked.

"Because I’ve lived in hell for years. Although I’m not afraid of you, I’m not ready to die. I haven’t lived yet. I still want to go around like everyone does," the boy said to the reaper. "Are you here to kill me?"

"Not yet. Your sand hasn’t finished running out."

"What do you mean?" Rohan asked, unable to understand what the creature of the dead meant by his sand.

"Life is an hourglass, boy. It inevitably runs out. And everyone’s amount of sand is different. Yours..." He pointed his scythe to the boy, "is almost out, and I am here to wait until it’s gone."

"You’re a demon that takes souls then?" Rohan asked with no fear in his voice, but instead fascination at the fact that he could see death with his eyes and could talk to it.

"You may think of it that way."

"When does my sand run out then?" Rohan questioned with a collected voice that made the reaper stare at him like he couldn’t believe it. No one stayed calm in the face of death. People always go crazy when they got a glimpse of death. Many did not want to leave this world behind and move into the next life, and the reaper had seen many reactions from people who faced death—but he hadn’t seen one this calm.

"From what I heard, it wasn’t the first time Astral had broken the rules and changed things in time. He had interfered in the death of a few. I was the last one he interfered with that made the elders decide to punish him by wiping him off completely. freewebnσvel.cѳm

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