Capítulo 3: 3
"my poor child what have these cruel humans done to you"
Said the god of death in Cale's head as he healed him.
"I should punish them all"
The god said full of anger
"No! Don't do it, they have nothing to do with it it's my fault, I should have expected them to try to poison my food"
Said the boy agitated, who could now speak.
"poor soul, you are so innocent, you must understand that those people were trying to hurt you. They are bad people who must be punished"
"I know but despite everything I know what it means to suffer and I don't want anyone else to suffer like I did"
The 12-year-old said to the god.
"who are you? Why do you call me your son when I already know my parents? And how do you communicate in my mind?"
He asked curiously
"I am the god of death Azrael and therefore it is easy for me to use telepathy and for the fact of the son we say that it is a story for another day, okay little guy?"
Cale nodded and just then someone knocked on the door.
"young master is everything okay? I saw you running, are you okay?"
It was Ron, the personal butler of Cale.
Before Ron could open the door the redhead covered the vomit mixed with a little blood with a rag a maid had forgotten and hurried to the door.
He opens it and finds himself in front of an elderly man with gray hair staring at him.
"I brought the tea you asked for"
He said with a smile as he examined his puppy master from top to bottom.
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