"Young master, you should wake up! Her majesty would be angry that you are still sleeping on such an important day!" The soft and familiar voice felt like music to his ears and he leaned on the pillow further with a blissful look on his face.
Had he finally reached heaven where he would be in the company of everyone whom he had lost?
If that was the case, then could there be his brother too? He had missed him dearly, Lucio wondered but did not open his eyes when he felt a soft touch on his face.
Someone was stroking his hair! He did the best thing by drinking poison. Now he could enjoy the peace he had carved for all his life,
"Oh my! Are you that tired? I have told you not to wield your sword till late. Now what shall i do? Her majesty would be here any moment." he frowned when he felt there was something amiss!
What was his nanny talking about? Did he need to work here in heaven too like wielding a sword! What for? Don't tell him that heaven was going to be invaded by demons and he had to save the world like he had read in the books hiding from his mother.
His frown grew deeper with the thought of working here too as he mumbled a curse under his breath which he had never done on the earth as he would have been afraid of his monster mother.
Before he could show dissatisfaction to his nanny and tell him that he was not going to support heaven even if he had to end up in hell, he heard strange noises.
"Your majesty!" Was my father here too? Even if he was here, why did he come to meet him? In his whole life of eighteen years, he had only seen him twenty times.
The man hated him through and through, then why was he bugging when he was finally resting!
He did not like this heaven at all.
"Martha!" his eyes widened as shock filled him when he heard the sound of his mother. What was she doing here? There was no way that his monster of a mother could die!
She was made of rock and hard cold ice that could never be affected even if the world would come to an end.
And even though she was a fallen mage, she had enough strength to keep her safe from any danger.
The absurdity of his thought process that he imagined she also committed suicide and followed him here because she could not live without him.
"Your majesty. That.. I apologize, I came late today so I did not get time to wake your highness up. I will go and seek my punishment after finishing all the work of my day.`` That was it! What was the use of being in heaven if it was not at all different from earth!!
He had never dared to sleep till late in the earth because he was afraid that his nanny would get punished because of his actions.
Now he had to face the same conditions here too!
He had had enough! He would tell the god that it would be better that he would not be here then.
He stood up abruptly and glared at his mother and nanny.
"What are you both doing here? I did not want to see any of you. Can I not get my peace even after my death!" he glared at both women who stared back at him with stunned expressions.
His hands were on his waist and his expressions were dark which was soon replaced by confusion when he looked around.
This!! This is not heaven. This is his room.
The same dark mystelium wood bed, rose wood study table and silver curtains.
He forgot about the presence of both women for a minute when he jumped from the bed and ran towards the mirror.
Though he had already expected when he had opened his mouth that he had turned younger, he was still shocked when his image of 13years ago looked back at him.
He.. he had turned 5 again???!!!!!!!!!! What kind of joke was that? No! He shook his head. That was not possible.
He pinched his cheeks hard when he noticed the image did that too and then pain on his cheeks as he rubbed them when they turned redder.
Everything was the same as his memories. The silver hair that was falling on his face and the icy blue eyes that were looking back at him.
His room, his furniture and the crest of his house on the sword in hand of the statue of knight.
Could it be that all that was a long bad dream? No! That could not be. 13years long life could not be a dream.
But if that was reality, what is this? The pain was real when he had pinched himself.
He continued to look at himself in the mirror in confusion when he felt the strong stare. He raised his head and saw the image of his mother whose eyes were narrowed on him and gulped.
In the pretense that he was free from her clutches, he had said what was in his heart just then.
Now she would punish him to make sure that he would not repeat the same mistake again.
He turned and gulped, not able to raise his head, he whispered in a soft voice, "i.. I was still under the spell of sleep and so affected by my dream that I did not realize what I was saying. I would not do that again."
"Hmmm, if you are that sleepy, then you should just rest!"