Chapter 54: Kill Him (1)

He gazed at her eyes that seemed to brighten a little more, her pupils dancing as if she was excited about something.

What was going through her mind? He was yet to try and find out when her question popped.

"What about you? Do you have a goddess you particularly like?"

"Demigoddess." He corrected her in one irriated word.

"Oh." She set foot into the building and looked around as though it was the first time.

"That's all you have to say?" He followed a step behind her, sighing when her hand slipped out of his.

She seemed to realize that they had been holding hands a while ago and her eyes looked away from him while her cheeks stained with this adorable blush. She was so freaking beautiful.

"I would tell you she is lucky but she isn't." She cleared her throat.

"Why not?" He couldn't fathom her thought, much less why she looked confused saying it out.

She did a spin and looked right at the spot where a pillar broke into smithereens not too long ago. "The pillar is back? It's the one I broke."

"Apparently, yes." He smiled. She sure slipped away from the topic fast.

"I'll try to take a book out." She skipped to a spot near the window and planted her palm on the wall. Perhaps because she now knew that she was demigoddess and was no longer freaked out by her powers, she managed to get a book out of the slot without burning anything down. Only that the cover looked roasted.

"I pulled out a recipe book on different styles of cooking chicken. I didn't think I would actually roast the book instead of the chicken." She laughed awkwardly.

"It's still readable." He chuckled along.

"Luckily." She flipped through the roasted book and the pages were still colorful. "My mother has this hobby of trying out recipes of different cultures. I could do one random one for dinner. Wish me luck." She rambled on as he smiled, his gaze glued to the way her lips moved. Until her words pulled him out of his thoughts. "What made you build such a library anyway?"

He cleared his throat and pulled out a random book to distract himself. "It was built by the previous inhabitants of this island before it belonged to me. I only enchanted it to ensure it had every book."

"Even though you won't read them?" She asked curiously, knowing that while he read once in a while, he was not obsessed enough to make all the books in the world available at his disposal.

"I know someone will need them." He tried not to overthink her statement as her taking note of his interests. "I did it for her."

"The demigoddess." She guessed, and he nodded.

She was either unusually slow witted today or good at feigning oblivion. However, it was easier to bear than rejection so he steered away from where that conversation was heading.

"I added a similar feature to your room, only that instead of books, you can access whatever clothing material you need."

"That's so kind of you. Thank you." She looked forward to trying it out.

"If you want to thank me, you know what to do." He was in front of her in an instant, his hand planted on the wall to trap her.

"Uhm...of course." Her flustered eyes met his. He watched as they flashed a beautiful shade between gold and red. He didn't know her eyes could do that.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asked when she caught him scanning for a bit too long.

He pulled his hand away and swallowed. "You are becoming more beautiful by the day."

"You don't need to feed me a line, you know." She laughed.

Before she could say that he didn't interest her or anything along the lines, he looked away. "Is there any other book you would like?"

"Can I get another one?" She looked like a kid eyeing a toy at the store and waiting for her mother to say that she could have it.

"Of course." He smiled, and she joyously swiped a small book out of the wall.

"Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs? What an odd book title." He took a peek and was confused when he saw the odd looking drawings on the colorful cover.

"It's a fairy tale." She smiled before realising that he probably didn't know what that was. "One of the books that one would use to put their children to sleep." She explained. "I saw it in one of my visits to The Clock, sitting on my bed. I guess my mother read it to me to lull me to sleep."

Seeing his blank look, she searched his eyes. "You didn't get bedtime stories?"

"My mother—I mean the woman I thought was my mother—was frightened of me." He sighed. He somewhat knew what she was talking about because every night, he would hear his parents singing a song to lull his brother to sleep.

"Why?" She asked in slight annoyance. No one should treat a child that way!

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"I came out of nowhere." He explained. "Everyone said that my mother didn't know she had twins until she "had" us. She didn't remember being pregnant with twins. All she remembered was having me in her arms a few minutes before my brother was born."

Her eyes widened. "Truth be told, that must have been scary. I would freak out if i had a son out of thin air no matter how cute he was." It sounded like something off a haunted tale.

"It definitely was." He agreed with a laugh as he led her down the large hall.

"Why didn't Goddess Alaya simply ask her to take care of you?" She asked and gritted her teeth immediately after. She didn't mean to open up his old wounds. She just thought it would have been easier if the goddess admitted that she needed help raising her son, than for his human mother to think that she had twins and one of them appeared out of thin air.

A loud clicking sound interrupted what she was going to say.

"Do you hear that?" She asked.

"What?" He was confused.

"It's The Clock. It's chiming."

As if it was part of her memory, scenes started unfolding in her mind.

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Many centuries ago.

"You are a disgrace to the water deities!" Dylan roared in anger as his palm viciously landed on his daughter's cheek.

Alaya cupped her face and tried not to cry as insults were rained on her.

"That human has to die." Dylan turned to look at the water gods at the side, who knew to follow him.

"No! Father, I beg you." She flopped to her knees and grabbed his robe. "It was all my fault. It was I who hid my identity from him… he didn't know anything."

He pushed his hands off her, and she crawled to catch up and grab his leg. "Father, I'm begging you!"

"Alaya!" A goddess pulled her to her feet and pulled her to another room.

"Mother, please help me stop father!" She begged as her tears fell like a flood.

"Come here. Drink it." Her mother, Nila, gave a bowl to her.

From the smell, Alaya knew what it was. Her face paled. "No!"

Nila glared at her. "You have to. Just in case you were rolling in the sheets with that human, I'm not ready to take the chance that you could be pregnant." When she saw her daughter's trembling shoulders, she finally figured it out. "You are pregnant, aren't you?"

It was as if something snapped in Alaya's mind. She took off and no matter how they tried, no one could catch up to her.

After months of running, hiding and resorting to killing a few deities when she had to, Alaya was exhausted. She couldn't move around freely anymore and knew that if the gods were to catch up to her now, they would be able to kill her. The entire Realm of Immortals now knew that Dylan's daughter had run away while pregnant with a human child.

But her family reputation was the last thing on her mind when she went into labor. It was excruciating but she refused to succumb.

"You will be okay, child. Stay with me." She patted her belly as sweat dripped down her face.

She looked up when footsteps resounded, and her face filled with despair when she saw a god. "Lord Blaze."

"Give us some space, Blaze." A female voice sounded from behind Blaze, and only then did Alaya's blurry eyes notice a goddess a step behind him. "Goddess Lolanthe."

Fear washed over her face. "Please don't kill my child. He is innocent. I'll take his place, I'll accept punishment." She begged amid her pain.

Lolanthe knelt beside her and touched her belly. "Don't be scared, you got this."

"You're…helping me?" Alaya was puzzled.

"Not you. The child." Lolanthe pointed at the stomach. With Lolanthe's help, Alaya's baby was successfully delivered—a beautiful boy with a few soft strands of silver hair.

She cradled him lovingly but the bubble didn't last long. "If they find him, they will kill him." She desperately sighed.

"I have an idea." Lolanthe whispered.

"What?"

Lolanthe lowered her voice further.. "If he dies, no one will bother about him anymore."

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