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It was when he was ten years old.
A piggy bank that always sat on his night stand, filled with gold coins, that even Cale doesn't know why he had that thing in the first place, strucked him with...
Memories.
Lots, lots of it.
The day that memories strucked him, he collapsed. His father, the CEO of wine and marble company, Deruth Henituse took a long break. Even his step-mom, his half siblings, and his family's personal chef got worried.
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Cale Henituse is naturally a weak child. His complexion is pale with thin and fragile body. Its gotten worse when the child himself declared that he didn't like to exercise.
Deruth, a parent who likes to spoil his child, didn't force him to exercise. Though, he often to worry his oldest son from time to time.
".... Father, I can eat by myself." His son said, refusing Deruth's hand that about to feed him with an apple with rabbit shape.
It's his mother's doing. She loves to make sculptures and arts. Despite her status as Cale's step-mom, she really loves him the same way as her real child.
And for God's sake. Cale already ten. His parents really love to babying him.
Deruth's eyes shook a little bit, "But you like it when I feed you like this everytime you sick, my boy."
...God, had Cale already said that he is ten?
Though, he didn't quite sure after he received his memoriest from the past lives that he lived.
He was, thirty-six as Kim Rok Soo. He was, twenty-eight as Cale Henituse. He was a grown-ass man in both lives, and the fact that he was 10 right now didn't change his mentality.
Feeling kinda bad seeing his own father sulking, (Yes, Deruth is sulking. Cale doesn't know why he looks like a kicked puppy everytime he reject something from him), "...Did I say that? Okay, aaah-"
Cale then opened his mouth, the tip of his ears are slightly red. He swears to slacker life that he didn't have any skills for being a child!
(Naru isn't included and at that time Cale really had to pushed himself to act cutely and innocent. Though he nearly lost his shit and almost killed him the moment he hugged that bastard with his stupid white mask and stupid name.)
His father's expression brighten and out of nowhere, Cale feel relieved. He chewed the sweet apple while absent-mindedly staring at his room's door. He doesn't know until now that he had been craved apple's flavour.
"Sweet thing is the best." He mumbled.
"Do you like apples, Cale?" Deruth smiling, brought another apple piece in front of Cale's pale lips.
His boy didn't really like to express his thought out loud, and it pains Deruth a lot. So everytime Cale said something, Deruth truly paid attention to his words.
(One time, Deruth build a private library near Cale's room when he heard Cale talked to his personal butler, Ron, that it would be nice if the library close to his room so he wouldn't have to go to the first floor of the house.)
"Apples is okay. Apple pie... is okay too, I guess." Oh? Thats rare, he mentions another thing. Deruth chuckled and patted his boy's beautiful red hair. His son only chewed his apple silently.
"Would you like it if I change the dessert for dinner tonight?" He ask his child, carefully stroke his dear oldest son's hair.
His son shook his head, "Basen and Lily quite fond of éclair, I don't wanna see them sulking." His son burrowed his eyebrows a little bit.
Caught off guard by his out of nowhere's fluent french, Deruth just lifted one of his eyebrow and nodded. Cale probably learns it somewhere. Books, and that thing called youtube or whatever. God knows how genius his oldest son is.
"I'll add apple pie then, I also don't wanna see Basen and Lily sulking." Deruth then chuckled once more. He saw a tiny nod come from Cale, and think that was the right answer that Cale want to hear.
His son maybe found himself difficult to express his feelings, but that is okay. Deruth and Violan would be there, and his siblings too, to guide his boy to more open to them.
They are family, after all.
***
When he first received his memories, Cale feels relieved.
So, so, relieved.
Because when he realized that he didn't woke up in the new world alone, the panic that almost rushed inside his head instantly vanished.
It's the same feelings that he feels back then when his Team Leader-nim give his ability, [Embrance].
(It's the same feelings when Lee Soo Hyuk said that the reason of his and Choi Jung Soo's death not because of him.)
Because he knows that his family got reincarnated here too. Deruth, Violan, Lily, Basen, even Ron. Though, they are probably can't remember their past lives.
But that is okay. Sometimes, cannot remember something is better than keep remembering it.
([Record] is the evidence of it.)
For Cale, it is enough. Seeing they live their lives without thinking that there is gonna be a war or without the needing to worry about a certain maniac God-wannabe.
Cale wonders, is he gonna meet his companions here too?
He won't expect something. He won't wish for it either. He's afraid that the reality wouldn't meet his expectations. That is why he said it is okay, it is enough for him to have his family got reincarnated here too.
He would feel extremely suspicious if things going too well.
(Something is up if things going too well. He had too much experiences of it.)
He already lived two lives. None of the two is easy for him.
He had to fight against monsters and worry about his safety in his first life, and in the second life he literally at the most front of the war against God and His child- that apparently want to be a God too.
And that night,
A letter with black paper with letters written with white ink arrived.
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He had ominous feeling when Ron brought it to his room.
No, not because of the letter. But because of his expression.
The benign old man facade wiped from his face, as if he never wore that facade before.
He was faced with Ron Molan, the assasin.
"What is that, Ron?" Trying to shove his scaredy-cat self in the back of his mind, Cale bravely asked.
"A letter came for you, Young Master." Ron answered, his benign smile still didn't back.
"Bring it to me, I'll read it right now." Cale waved his hand and thankfully, the letter make its way to his hand. Cale decided to read it right now because the old butler seems annoyed and probably thinking to burn the suspicious letter.
"A human who can not be predicted by God.
A human that twisted fate for so many times.
Eternal Rest shall reward you for the last time.
For the deeds that you did, for the effort in both of your lifes, for the suffering that you feel, for the sacrifice that you made.
Here I am, granted you the life that you want.
Live your life to the fullest, my dear child.
You, deserve it."
— Former Eternal Night.
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He hates him, no, he hates every Gods.
But, the God of Death doesn't really that bad, he guess.
Oh, former of God of Death?
It looks like that bastard succeeded in finding successor, huh?
Thanks to his determined rejection to his offer everytime he offers him to be his Saint, to the point he wants to make Cale to his successor.
He managed to avoid being a God, thankfully.
He won't make stupid Clopeh's dream to be a reality
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Tbc