The Deathbringers walked into their new home with wide-eyed wonder darting across their faces.
"Welcome home, everyone," Lyghtning said excitedly.
Home, it was a word Jaybird wasn't used to hearing. He was orphaned at a young age, his parents succumbing to a pandemic that spread across the globe. Since then, he'd bounced around relatives who never failed to make him feel unwanted. Even now, after having lived a full year with his grumpy old grandfather in his flat in Brooklyn, Jaybird still didn't feel quite at home there.
Never mind that the old man whisked him away from an uncle and aunt who barely fed the kid, or the fact that his grandfather ensured he'd eat enough to get chubby, in the ways that mattered, the man was distant. Possibly because Jaybird had reminded him too much of his dead son who was Jaybird's dad.
"We get our own rooms, right?" Serenity asked.
"It does look big enough for all of us," Annabelle's Dolly replied.
Greetings, fellow reapers!
So, there's a huge increase in readers this weekend and I wanted to thank both the new and old ones for your support! :D
Also, this chapter's doubles as an introspect for Jaybird and the things he has to go through back in reality... I hope it gives you guys a heart-warming feeling too, just in time for the blood bath of this arc's latter half. he-he
We're pushing privileged chapters to the first week of September 2020. :D To give you guys more time enjoying it. :D