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"Mother, you have to let me save the child. He will be my master in the future." Lord Death said.
Lord Death looked nothing like those muggle books described him to be. Wearing a cloak, covering his face so that nobody knows how he looks, and importantly, holding a scythe in his hands.
He was handsome beyond compare. His skin was pale. Shoulders were broad enough that one could get tempted to just lay their head on his shoulders and leave the weight on them to him. He wasn't muscular. His lithe figure with his height made him look dangerous. He looked almost like royalty. His cheek bones are well defined, with jaw line sharp. Obsidian hair flows down to his shoulders and slightly curling at the ends. His pale gray eyes, if used to glare at someone, would be the death of them, but when normal, it was like he was looking into their very soul, not that he couldn't. But when he smiled, they would vanish any pain you were in if the smile was for you.
"You know as well as I do that we can't, Mortem. You know the requirements. You also know the curse Kairos, your brother, has given the child's bloodline a few centuries ago." Lady Magic, Hecate, said with a sigh.
She has been having the same conversation with her son for the past few days. Or, precisely, for the past four days.
"But look at him, mother. He is in pain. I have just sent his soul back for the fourth time. He dies every year, on the same day that the abomination threw the killing curse at him four years ago in the mortal time. His relatives make sure he never gets anything and might miraculously be rid of him every time." Mortem whined.
He knows he can not go and rescue his future master. He knows the requirements to go to him. His master needs to know the pain of every kind and, thankfully, not the sexual kind. He would kill anyone before they lay a hand on a child in such a way.
His little master has already gone through most of the pains. He didn't want his little master to go through betrayal from the ones he loved.
Mortem knows that many would pay when all the deceptions his master faced were revealed.
He personally wanted the man with an obnoxiously long white beard with equally long hair, dressed in the most painfully bright colored robes, with twinkles in his eyes that were mostly covered by the half moon spectacles to be the first person his master takes revenge on.
He wished his master's soul mate would be by his side all the time and take care of him, but that would be impossible, and he knew it.
He would kill that mate if he knew his master was hurt because of them. But before he killed him, he would threaten Moirae, the goddess of fate, his sister, to break the soul bond with that fool and form one with someone else, who deserved his master better than the former mate.
"Is my brother still complaining about his poor little master in pain, mother?" Moirae asked as she sat down beside Hecate.
"I am annoyed with his whining, yes. But it was not good to let that man hear the prophecy for the child. See what he is going through. I would never wish for another magical child to go through the same." Hecate chided her daughter.
She was feeling sad for the poor child her son and she were looking at. He has gone through so much pain. Pain she thought those muggle would not inflict on a mere child.
She wished he would not turn his back to the world. She knew it would happen, but she wanted him to have at least a little time to live as a child. She didn't want him to feel all alone from the start, but with the way those muggles were treating him, he might already feel lonely to the bones.
"I know, mother. It has to happen. It will be for his own good. If he doesn't know this pain now, he can't face the pain in the future to come." Moirae said. She knew it was not fair on the child, but life was never fair. It was never smooth. You have to go through things to harden your body and heart.
"I just wish at least his mate would be by his side." Mortem said as he still kept an eye on his master, who was tending to the garden now.
"I will make sure they do. If not, you don't need to threaten me, I will change his soul mate myself. They would know his value and would look after him better than the former." Moirae said, also looking at the child, who was now getting beaten by his whale of a cousin.
"How long should I wait, Moirae?" Mortem asked, looking away so that he wasn't tempted to just off the baby whale and bring his master to his realm and look after him himself.
"What if it is another decade in his time?" Moirae asked. She knew what would happen. She just wished her brother would not be too mad at her.
"Then, I shall make myself busy for the next ten days. I have never been more glad for the time difference between the realms." Mortem said. "I just wish to know when I could go to him."
"You will, brother." Moirae said. Then she decided to give her brother a clue. A clue so that he would not turn his rage towards her. "Just tell all your creatures to never harm him."
"Why would they harm him?" Mortem asked. Then he figured it. "They will send my little master to that place?" He asked coldly.
She could feel his magic seeping out of him in waves in anger. The coldness was becoming a little too much for her to bear.
"Mortem, calm yourself." Hecate whispered calmly. She was not affected by his magic, but she could tell her son was raging inside even if his facial expressions revealed nothing. "Make sure they don't hurt the child. He would need all the protection in that place if he were to be really thrown to that awful place his godfather already is in." She knew her son would care for his master more than his emotions, and she was always right.
Mortem nodded. He vanished and appeared after a few minutes. "I have asked all my creatures to keep my little master safe. I have also warned and threatened to rip apart the soul reapers if they hurt my master." He said.
Mortem liked to call the dementors as soul reapers. That was what their task was. Reap the souls. That was what they were first created for. Their magic has evolved and enabled them to feast on emotions that radiated through the souls. If they took too much emotion, they would drag the soul out of the body and reap it.