The Black Saint is My StalkerCh86 - Why did he care?

The crypt’s layout was nothing to scoff at. Even Andraste dared not take her chances in her weakened state.

Deep within a labyrinth-like complex hidden beneath the Britian countryside estate, Andraste uncovered a burial chamber. The room was made of winding roots, the caverned hollowed out from the earth. EJQbix

Inside, were urns and golden altars that featured a myriad of items; from priceless magical artifacts and items of comfort that one might seek upon waking. There was a whole wardrobe, filled with clothing of the highest fashion from bygone times, a plate of jerky, preserved with magic. A statue of a divine being loomed over the lacquered coffin, with ten wings outstretched from its humanoid back, with a cluster of eyes for a head. It held an ancient druid’s staff in one outstretched hand, the magic still potent despite the years elapsed.

The lighting within the crypt was low, a blue flame danced in the statue’s free palm, dousing the area in an eerie glow.

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Andraste’s third eye scanned the area, finding streams of magic that wound around the entire crypt like an intricate web. Getting through to the coffin that lay at the foot to the looming statue would be impossible without triggering the traps.

Not even she would come out unscathed. suLoY4

But the prize inside the coffin was one greater than any of the priceless treasures that littered the space.

Within, a beautiful maiden was laid to rest. A crown of white lilies rested upon her strawberry blond locks, preserved with magic eternal, just like her. Though she appeared as though merely asleep, this restful maiden hadn’t opened her eyes in over a millennium.

Andraste flexed her wrist, dark flames appearing by her leather boots. They licked the ground, burning away the magical arrays surrounding her.

The blue fire in the statue’s hand flickered, bright. Demonic miasma clashed with ancient magic; the chamber soon became stifling with power; now there was no one to bear witness to the chaos unfolding. The chamber shook violently as debris threatened to tumble from the roof. A golden barrier surrounded the coffin, protecting it from harm, but Andraste was not so lucky.

She fought the arrays with her axe in hand. When the roots of the trees rumbled and came to life, she eagerly cut them down, a gleeful smile upon her lips. The prize was one worth the risk.

Aoibhinn slept, her soul was shattered and incomplete. For that reason, she remained locked in eternal slumber.

Andraste had a solution to her malaise, but it would require cutting down all the protective magic that surrounded her first.

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What had been an intended day for playing video games was ruefully interrupted by the loud noise upstairs, much too odd to be of the norm.

“…Grams?” Han Li called, uncertain.

Another bang, the door was thrown open without any regard. Graham thundered down the stairs, fully dressed with a turtleneck and dark jeans, his gloved hand carrying one of those long suitcases that he used to transport his gear.

A strange expression clouded his face, his eyes seemed haunted, and his hair disheveled. 3GPuik

Alarmed, Han Li put the game controller down and rushed to meet Graham at the base of the steps. “What’s going on? A-Are you okay?” He had never seen the Saint of Eternity look so distraught before.

Graham shot him a stare, his eyes haunted, lips taut. “…Personal manners. It seems that I must depart.”

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He stormed right across the flat, headed straight for the front door, his stride wide and hurried. Han Li watched, flabbergasted by Graham’s sudden outburst.

“You’re just going? What the heck, Grams? For how long? Where? You need help with something?” he spat a slew of questions, trying his hardest to grasp the situation. Han Li chased the saint down to the front door, suddenly anxious that Graham would leave so suddenly in such a state. ZAjsxw

The Saint of Eternity was already slipping into his shoes and Han Li felt his patience snap. He reached out and grabbed Graham’s arm, tugging roughly at him for his attention. “Graham! Literally, what the fuck? Don’t leave me in the dark like this.”

“…” Graham jerked away, his lips tights, brows furrowed. He ripped his arm out of Han Li’s hold but after a moment, the expression on his countenance softened. “I— I’m sorry. There seems to be an emergency and I—” He paused, frowning and seeming to struggle with his explanation.

Han Li could not fathom what might leave the Saint of Eternity in such a state.

“I’ll be departing for Britia, it’s where—” another awkward pause, “I do not know when I’ll be returning I fear. Han Li. I must retire as your operator. But do not fret and don’t worry about hunting. If you ever run into any problems then you may contact the Meglatoras servant for assistance. His name is Franz von Hatzfeld.” 3BSdn7

“Dude,” Han Li felt his mind churn rapidly, trying to grasp at sense and reason, “I don’t even care!” Seriously, having Graham as his operator was the last thing on his mind. “You’re kind of freaking me out, Grams. Just what in the world is going on?”

“…” Graham sucked in a breath. He suddenly leaned in and pulled Han Li into a hug. Time seemed to suspend, Han Li felt his brain freeze in shock and confusion. “Call it…a family emergency.” A wry, awkward smile appeared on Graham’s lips when he pulled away, his emotions surprisingly raw.

With some hesitance, he reached up and patted Han Li’s head, causing the half-demon to scowl, and reach up to the place that Graham touched. “Do me a favor and do try not to get into trouble…” Graham said. He paused, expression lingering on some inexplicable thought before backing away, hand reaching for the door. “Goodbye, Han Li. Take care.”

And just like that, he was gone. cvaSCT

Han Li was utterly stunned. He grumbled, feeling oddly abandoned. “Take care too, Assholely,” he muttered to no one in particular.

A knot formed in his throat, inexplicable anxiety ripe from his confusion.

But seriously, what the fuck!?

What was that all about!?  fr4K5l

Han Li threw his arms up in frustration. “What a dick!” he complained out of sheer annoyance and nerves. Alive with an unnamed bubbling feeling, Han Li threw himself back onto the couch, reaching for the game controller.

Fuck Graham, who even cared about whatever family emergency that he was being so damned cagey about?

But after just ten minutes and having died already five times in his game, Han Li cried out in rage, throwing the controller aside and turning off the TV.

He cared. jZFSC9

He cared about that damned Saint of Eternity.

He cared about Graham even after what he did to Han Li in the cabin. A confusing mess of emotions came over Han Li like a tidal wave. Overwhelmed, he laid back on the couch, sighing deeply.

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Han Li threw his arm over his eyes, the rays from the morning sun suddenly feeling exceptionally irritating.

A slew of complaints bubbled up from the brewing anxiety and the frustrations that simmered in his gut. That Graham…Graham Astley… 7cMzk9

Why couldn’t Han Li stop thinking about him!?

Why did he care!?

Clearly, Graham didn’t care… Graham only gave a damn about Han Li because of his mother. People often gave a damn about Han Li for one of two reasons: his unnamed demon father, or his mother.

The thought hurt a lot more than he expected. nAvPax

Han Li leaped to his feet. A cloud of grey seemingly hovered over him but he endured it and went upstairs. In his room, he fished out the documents he had hidden in one of the dressers.

They were Han Li’s registration files that he found in Graham’s room. It was obvious that Graham must have known about the files’ sudden disappearance but mysteriously, the Saint of Eternity didn’t comment about it. Graham was unconcerned whether or not Han Li had snuck into his room and tossed those papers out.

Unbeknown to the Saint of Eternity, Han Li hadn’t thrown those papers out. Instead, he had gone ahead and filled in the blanks, signing his name into the spaces that needed his signature to complete. All Han Li had to do now was to go down to his local Hunter’s Guild and hand them in. Then it’d be official. He would be, once more, a fully registered hunter with different rights and obligations than the normal everyday citizen.

Han Li changed out of his pajamas and left the penthouse not long after the Saint of Eternity. He made his way to New Lidway’s Hunter’s Guild. YMdDBo

Only three days later he’d receive a phone call, letting him know that his files had been approved and he needed only to pick up his license from the guild.

Author: Dun dun…dun!?!?! I-I don’t even know. Things are happening I guess!! Bad things? Good things? Things in between? Ahahaha… Who even knows. Please give me your precious comments u__u I am in need of them to stay alive thank u and goodbye