A Little Bit of Everything

Heyuu..

Chapter 2 felt a bit rushed so I might revise that chapter later. Will add more depth and detail.

And I barely got 5 hours of sleep because I felt the need to write a chapter before my ideas fade away.

This is my 5th(?) Time writing a fanfic but also the first time to write in this account and writing something about TCF.

(I have JungCale in my drafts but that fic is only for me.) (Jk, I have the idea but I haven't input any words yet)

This was just so random. I didn't even think about, I just went with the flow AHAHAHAHA. And then it received so many reads in one night, Thank you✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

Like I said this is a Family Fanfic cuz they all deserve love.

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He's here again.

This black void, he hates it. It suffocates him, tugging on all the sanity he has left.

Just when he almost forgot -

Just when he is almost happy-

Just when he accepts that scary bastard of a father-

Just when he finds this warmth comfortable-

He came to realize that his happiness is only momentarily.

Unless.. he protects it.. right?

He'll protect it.

He doesn't mind sacrificing again.

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Upon entering his domain he is greated by Death -"call me father or Abyss, my child" - lounging on Ambroise's rocking chair like he owns it.

How despicable.

His Domain.. it's sorta like a house. He lives there, that's why. He crafted it himself, using some memories he had that time and his divine energy.

A Black Castle. The type you find in horror movies that make you scream "I should just run and not be an idiot. I do not wish to die or commit arson" but less scary.

It has a garden, a farm with various plants, namely crops or flowers with a lemon tree.

A big ass 5-floor Villa as a basement with different rooms and different accessories in each. Once you enter the rooms you would find Daggers, Swords, Books, A quilt, Paper work, etc. And on the fifth floor where his room is has 3 golden piggy banks on top of his nightstand.

Everytime he see's them he has the urge to fill them up, fidgeting his cloak, searching his pockets, looking inside the drawers, he knows he has lots of gold in his domain so why can't he find any near the three piggy banks?

And why does he have three? Did his past self like collecting piggy banks and leave them empty?

He doesn't know.

He wouldn't know.

Death's gaze shifted from the window to the red head drench in robes. His eyes are dark blue, like Raon's. And he is in this cute toddler version making Death want to pinch those chubby cheeks.

Cale-

"Who Cwale?" A childish voice questions. Is that a lisps? Adorable.

But child, your second name is Cale. Did you forget?

Death was taken aback. His palms are sweating -wait do Gods even sweat? - his nonexistent heart thumping loudly.

He knows that Cale.. Ambroise won't remember much.. but up to this extent?