The Black Saint is My StalkerCh138 - Be a good little owlet

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The Jones family was on high alert. They did not take an eye off their little foster child for even a second. They observed him with eagle eyes, anxious about the sudden attack that seemed to have happened out of the blue. 51ldSz

And little Luca was, as he always was, a carefree and child. Quiet, but infinitely curious, it was often that he got into a little trouble. But he was a well-tempered child, and much loved even by his two foster parents.

Which was why both Magnolia and Jayden were not ignorant to his new bouts of listlessness.

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Sometimes they could catch Luca sitting in the living room, staring at absolutely nothing. Sometimes he would be standing facing the wall without any sign of movement. Jayden suggested bringing in a priest, or an exorcist of sorts but Magnolia was hesitant. Though state-sanctioned, they were still weres.

However, such a dilemma was not one that they had to contemplate for long. HLFeov

Not when Luca disappeared.

Completely out of thin air. When Magnolia went to the living room searching for him he was not there.

When she searched her entire home, he wasn’t there.

And when she desperately, frantically tried to find the scent, to locate the pup that might have wandered out of the den, she couldn’t sniff out even a single hint.

And despite the Jones’s despair, Luca was hardly the only disappearance that plagued Merriva…

…

New Lidway, as always, had its ways of putting up a front; one that was busy, productive, and minded its own. At the top of the high rise, the penthouse was a fine place to be aloft simpler troubles, troubles that infested the darker alleys or the street corners after dark.

Graham filled in his paperwork from his laptop. The dishes were in the sink and he contemplated calling a maid but decided to actually get his hands dirty for once and do some cleaning. tVdyP5

Saint Miguel had asked him to do some inside investigations and it had him busy even when he wasn’t out on missions that demanded his expertise.

The minutes ticked by and the atmosphere inside the penthouse was uncomfortable. It made Graham itch like something was scratching away at his heart. He sat on the sofa, his laptop positioned atop his legs and the words on his written report were beginning to blur.

“…” Disgruntled, he adjusted his position and refocused his attention to his report.

The penthouse felt suffocating in its emptiness. bYZW Q

But Graham was used to working through hardship. No matter how heavy his heart might feel.

It was okay because as long as his head was still attached to his shoulders, as long as he had his hands and his feet and his heart still beat within his chest, he could work.

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Graham had a headache, which he ignored when he picked up his phone, his thumb hovering over Han Li’s name.

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Their last message had been an exchange asking about what to get for groceries.

Graham smiled despite himself, but the warmth he felt was instantly replaced with bitterness. Without wasting time, he typed a message, asking if his heart— …if Han Li would be returning home that night or not. pOn1eK

It was a cold, and sterile message.

[ Will you come home tonight?]

Graham didn’t think too much about it and put his phone away. The report was completed, he only needed to send it and also check his email for any other important messages that might have arrived.

Ah. But he was feeling hungry, maybe he should cook? Zwd68T

His phone was silent and without reply. He didn’t know if he should cook only for himself or not.

Hm. He could wait.

Graham placed his phone on the kitchen counter, eagerly waiting for a response. Not one for wasting time, he brought his laptop over too. At first, he had every intention of working but objectively speaking, Graham had already accomplished everything he had planned for the day, which wasn’t much.

So he browsed apartments instead. 4UyHad

If Han Li moved out, it didn’t mean he would have to go far. There was plenty of available housing along the block, albeit, he lived in the more expensive part of town.

But money wasn’t an issue, worst came to worst, Graham didn’t mind paying for Han Li’s expenses.

He had no idea how long he spent looking at nearby apartments, Graham was going cross-eyed from the endeavor. It was only when his stomach growled that he perked up. “…” It was late out, the sky had grown dark but the city was without quiet, as usual.

Graham should cook. He checked his phone. There was no response. cGquD4

Still, he went to defrost two steaks. He washed the mushrooms, made the sauce, letting his mind wander while his body went through the motions.

Han Li was undoubtedly upset with him. Breaking off an arrangement that they had grown comfortable with was no easy feat.

There will have to be a period of adjustment. And then after that? After that, Han Li could find others that would suit his temperament better, perhaps people that understood his stranger words, that could see to his needs without Graham’s stoic awkwardness.

Graham sighed, wondering why he felt such a stabbing ache of regret. Bm87zd

He scowled at himself, frustration abounding.

For he too could only lament the feeling of loss. But it was unfair keeping Han Li to himself like that, he reasoned, unfair that he placed expectations where there should have been none.

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It was for the best to deal with the issue while in its infancy. Graham had done the right thing.

The steaks, cooked, smelled wonderful. Graham took them off the stove and let them sit in the oven. ILrv7N

He checked his phone, still without response.

“…” Quietly, his thumb hovered over the keypad. Absently he typed:

[ Food is ready. ]

He stared at it and added: 4XpZmB

[ Food is ready, if you wish to eat at home. ]

But that wasn’t right either, so he mashed the backspace and rewrote it to sound more proper.

[ The food is ready, if you wish to eat with me, I made your share. ]

Was that not awkward too? Graham wasn’t very good with words, it had been centuries since he last cared about tact. qkXfTg

[ I made food. If you want to come over to eat then- ]

Come over? Han Li still lived with Graham, the wording was too strange.

[ Food is ready. ]

Perhaps it was insufficient, but Graham didn’t know what else he could add. He pressed send and waited. 2U3jsr

What was he waiting for? No reply came. It was unlikely that a reply would come. Han Li probably needed some space from him. Yet, for some reason, Graham felt no desire to eat, even when his stomach complained. Recalling the book that he had been reading the other day, Graham found it again and busied himself on the couch.

When his phone finally buzzed, Graham jolted up from his couch. Confused by his own flustered state, he ran a hand through his hair, mussing curls.

But much to his disappointment, the message that he received was not from Han Li.

It was from Jayden Lee Jones. cadMN4

…

Cyrus’s New Lidway home was cozy. Small, according to his contractor, but he liked it very much. Cyrus spent much of his free time decorating the space, making it look neat and as homely as possible. From trinkets that lined the walls and the shelves; the aesthetic paintings that he purchased online specifically to decorate his home.

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Kitsch, Aaron had called it, but Cyrus had a lot of fondness for the clever and cute depictions of little owls riding bicycles and holding balloons.

His cozy little abode was fit for showing off but Cyrus was one without many guests, aside from his plentiful children that had no eye for appreciating art. But soon, he should be seeing someone, so Cyrus did not mind so much. Ueh48z

He paced across his living room, making sure to fix every little piece of decor, making sure that it was straight and facing precisely the direction of his choosing. Just as he was basking in the calmness of housekeeping, Cyrus found himself ruefully interrupted.

‘F-Father!’

Cyrus adjusted his glasses before turning his gaze to the desk that he placed at the back end of the living room. Stalking over, he plucked a black feather from the wooden surface.

He frowned at it, trying to recall the name that this child chose for herself. zy6ZjC

‘Father, please help…! I-I’m scared.’ The feminine voice rang in his head and…what was it again…?

Oh right. Cyrus remembered. He smiled and replied through the soul link between them, ‘What troubles you, Sally?’

The little succubus whimpered with desperation. ‘I-It’s after me. I didn’t know there was a-a noble blood in New Lidway!’

‘Ah. So you’ve angered the Meglatoras young master?’ Cyrus hummed impassively. He had been well aware of such a being holing up in the big city. Had his stupid children forgotten the fact? Yf4bjl

‘Please help me, Father! He’s…close!’

Cyrus sighed deeply, feigning pity. ‘My little one…If he is already on your trail then it’s too late for you I fear. Be a good little owlet and don’t tell him anything about me or your siblings, will you? Quiet down now, I’ve a guest arriving soon.’

‘W-what? Father, wait—!’

Before she could finish, Cyrus crushed the feather in his palm, devouring the small remnants of miasma it left behind. 4zAu8j

Just in time. The electronic doorbell rang and Cryus walked over to the speaker. “Who is this?” he asked, as if he wasn’t expecting.

A ragged voice sucked in a breath on the other end. “I-It’s me. Han Li…Sorry Mr. Morgan, c-can I stay the night?”

Cyrus smiled. “Of course you can. Come on in, Li.” Without hesitation, he buzzed Han Li in.

Author: *stares off into the abyss* Ummm say. If I wrote an extra for TBSMS, what kind of extra would you guys like? An AU? Or a random entry about lore? Or maybe side character shenanigans? Or something that reveals more about MC/ML’s past? What do you think? *totally not me trying to distract you from wanting to kill me* kcMiqy