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The child of a god

Cale's mother died when he was 8 and a part of him had died with her. He was so destroyed that tears could not fall from his eyes on the day of the funeral People began to think that he was a monster for not crying at his mother's funeral and for this the attendants started insulting him and hurting him. His father, on the other hand, drowns himself on alcohol and work rather than seeing his own son who reminded him of his deceased wife. In fact, the child looked a lot like her with his brown eyes and red hair like his mother's. The father also began to beat up the child and blame him for the death of the countess. All this happened without anyone knowing anything, neither inside nor outside the mansion, all continuous until cale was 12 years old. A mysterious voice spoke "my child, my poor child what they did to you" The gentle voice said. I apologize in advance for any mistakes that there may be, English is not my first language so I am using Google translate. Trash of the count's family do not belong to me

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When Cale woke he noticed that he was alone in the room, there was neither Ron nor Azrael.

He wasn't scared, he was calm even though he thought about what had happened, he felt nothing.

Literally nothing.

The little boy did not understand, he slowly got out of bed and went to the mirror he had in his room and immediately noticed that his brown eyes were lifeless.

The god of death had temporarily sealed off his emotions worried that Cale would try to hurt himself from bad thoughts.

Cale didn't know when he would get his emotions back but he hoped not soon because he couldn't handle them and they just hurt him, or so he thought.

"I'll have to stay in this state for a while the problem will be hiding it from others"

The 12-year-old was not worried that others would find out he just thought it would be annoying that the servants would insult him even more and not seeing his reaction they would beat him.

He didn't care, even if he hated the pain he could resist being beaten and their fun ended they would give him a healing potion to make sure that no one would notice.

why do I have to deal with such annoying things?

The boy wondered, exasperated by everything that was happening to him.

A knock on the door could be heard, Ron entered the room.

"Young mas-"

He paused in mid-sentence noticing his master's eyes were now dead inside.

He almost winced at that hideous sight, how is it possible that such an innocent child all of a sudden had the eyes of someone who saw all kinds of it.

Why it was like that but the butler didn't know even though he suspected something was wrong.

He often saw empty potions in his master's room but did not pay much attention to it as he thought it was normal as he was very fragile and often falls ill.

This time he couldn't keep his mouth shut and pretend nothing happened.

Sometimes he saw how the other attendants looked at the twelve-year-old but he thought nothing would happen if they looked at him badly once or twice, he was never interested but now he wondered what had happened to his little master.

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