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A 16-year-old redhead strolled down the empty street, limping as he did. He had started a bar fight after he saw a man harassing the barmaid, which caused him some bruises.
The guards were probably already at the Bar right now to handle the situation. Cale had slipped away after the fight before the guards came and now he kind of regretted it.
His body hurts like hell. That stupid gangster had kicked his calves with a chair leg and it had been bleeding a little when he had checked it.
"Fucking Hell... God that guy kicked hard..." He grumbled as he leaned on any wall he got to to rest.
He doesn't think of going back to the mansion yet; he looks disastrous and he doesn't want his siblings to see him like this. Even as trashy as he is, he had never drank infront of his family, well... A glass or five at least, but never a bottle when he's with them.
So he decided to just rest in an Inn for now. Moreover, his legs felt like giving out at any second, and he didn't think he'd make it to the mansion even if he wanted to, and he wasn't about to sleep on the floor, so he hurried his steps a little.
He walked to one of the closest Inn near him and was about to enter when suddenly, he saw a bright light illuminating from a narrow alley.
"...What the fuuu...."
It was so bright that he couldn't even see what was behind it so he closed his eyes, he could feel a very strong Aura of death
.....
'yeah no...'
He decided he didn't want to get involved in any dangerous activity when he was clearly at a disadvantage at the moment, so he turned away from the light and walked up the stairs to the Inn. He grumbled why there were even stairs in the first place before suddenly, his body didn't obey any of his orders anymore as it started to walk to the light source as if a magnet had pulled him there.
When he got to the source of the light, it dimmed and let him see what was the cause of it.
"It's....."
Cale looked at disbelief at what he found... A basket... Seriously, does the God Of Death like playing picnics? Cale scoffed at the imagination of a divine looking guy having picnics in the middle of a forest. He was about to just turn away when he suddenly heard a whimper..
'Is that an animal whimper...' Cale thought, it was definitely an animal so he walked away, it was near an Inn. Surely someone will pick it up
But then yet again another whimper sound came before it became soft sobs, and thats when Cale realised... Its a human! Well maybe human or maybe a beast person but who cares!
Who is it in their right mind will leave a baby in an alley inside a basket anyway? Oh right, it's the God Of Death with his stupid choice of a place for a baby! Is he dumb.
Cale is very certain that it was the God Of Death, since he can feel a very, very strong Aura of death that he might not take it anymore, but he'll manage. But first, the topic at hand was the baby. Why would the God left a baby here, why not at a kind lady home or in front of a noble's mansion directly, or a templ- nevermind, he also wouldn't want to be put in a temple full of obsessive freaks for their God.
But still! Does he want the baby to freeze to Death? What if he had just left this kid here? The baby would definitely die!
While Cale was busy in his own mind, the soft sobs became a bit louder, breaking Cale's adventure in cursing the God Of Death at how dumb he was.
Cale sighed as he approached the basket yet again. The basket was covered in a thin and small blanket that covered the things inside the basket, what a jerk to give the baby this thin blanke! Cale can see small movements from under the blanket.... Wait... Why is there so many movements... Are there more than one baby?
Cale slowly lifted the blanket to not startle the baby... babies?
...
3?!
The Stupid God left 3 small babies in cold night in an Alley like this? Moreover, the babies were Naked! That stupid God, how can he gat even stupider!
Was that God so bored of his work that he even put babies in the cold like this to brighten up his day with chubby cheeks as he woke up? Not happening! The God was definitely stupid to try to increase his workload after already dealing with so many death sould every year...
The baby that was Whimpering with soft sobs had unintentionally saved them from death, Cale was glad he had checked the basket again...
He covered the bottom side of the babies since all three off them was already frowning from the cold, the one in the right was really loud since he had been whimpering and sobbing when he found them...Cale doesn't really want to hold the babies with his hands since its dirty so he refrained.
While he was observing the babies, he saw a note that was slipped on the corner of the baby on the left. He slowly took it and opened the note.
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My Child, Cale.
Please take care of this little ones, they will help you in the near future.
Love, D
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There was tiny cute faces of skulls on the paper with heart shaped also decorating it.
"What the hell is this!"