Son... Help Me!

"Ugh... how long must I wait?"

Nevin groaned as he laid on his bed, staring at the blackish-red ceiling of his room.

He was half-naked and only wore his black boxer shorts. He may be staying in the underworld, but it wasn't unnecessarily hot. He just preferred being half-naked in his room whenever he felt like sleeping. 

Nevin slowly sat up, an annoyed expression plastered on his face. He ran his hand through his now shoulder-lengthed straight jet black hair and sighed, feeling frustrated than ever. 

"I want out..."

Nevin stood up as he looked at himself in front of the mirror. His eyes landed on his own reflection and saw that above his perfectly formed abs, on his chiseled chest, was the scar that he got from his brother's blade.

He furrowed his brows as both of his hands at the sides turned into tight fists. Anger and rage coursed in his veins as he remembered the day his brother found him out and killed him.