A Ghost Of You [Xiao X Male Reader]

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After all of that, Kcalb admits that he felt guilty for destroying [M/N]'s previous world, and [M/N] only shrugged it off saying that it's now just a thing in the past but he admits that his world being destroyed did broke him. But, he had forgiven Kcalb for what he did and declared it as a thing in the past. A history.

But, even when he had forgiven him, Kcalb still feels guilty for what he had done and is trying to make amends for what he had done. Learning the fact that [M/N] doesn't remember him or anyone in particular—it would break him. It would add more to his overwhelming guilt that's been weighing him down for centuries.

"Xiao! I brought you something!"

The sound of someone calling him snapped him out of his trance, turning around from the edge of the balcony. He saw [M/N] floating towards him with a warm smile on his lips and—a plate of almond tofu?

"I made this one myself! Here, open wide~" He said as he hovers a spoon full of almond tofu in front of Xiao's lips. Raising an eyebrow, Xiao look at the God with confusion, they had already eaten lunch as the Traveler had given [M/N] a jueyun chili chicken, which the God decided to split it between them and it's nowhere near dinner yet. So why is he giving him almond tofu? He even made it himself.

"Why did you make this? We already ate didn't we?"

"Come on now, think of it as a snack!"

Xiao sighs at [M/N]'s actions, despite being the elder between them, [M/N] acts way younger for his age. I mean he's even older than his Devil, Kcalb, and he ironically keep calling Kcalb an old man. But, despite being older, [M/N] is considered as one of the youngest Gods. Nonetheless, Xiao eats the almond tofu the God had made.

'Back then, before everything, before your death... you would always make these for me... taste just like how I remembered...'

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'How long has it been?'

'How long were you gone for?'

'You said you would be back...'

'So... why aren't you back yet..?'

Suddenly, the sound of someone knocking on a door snapped the person out of their train of thoughts. "Come in." He said. The door then opens, revealing a short messy light gray hair male with a raceless white skin and gray eyes, though one has been rendered useless and covered by a black circular eyepatch, and a pair of large feathered wings. An Angel.

The angel enters the room and closed it behind him before walking towards the person that's sitting on a table near the window, an empty seat in front of him. The Angel stops near the table and look at the person with a sad expression, pitying him. "Brother, you're still waiting for him, aren't you?" He asked the person who's sitting lonesome on the table while staring at the empty seat in front of him. "Yeah, I'm still waiting for him, Wodahs... I will wait for him... even if it would take another million years... I will wait for him..." The other responds.

[Wodahs | Head Angel | One of the survivors of The Great War and The Archon War]

"....Even for another million years? He might be My God, but... even I, his Head Angel.... Is already starting to lose hope..." Wodahs replied, baffled by the other's unwavering determination and hope for the other to return back unscaved. Return back home, back to the Blancblack Castle.

Back to his world.

"You know, brother... despite being a Devil—you truly cared for him, aren't you?"

"Kcalb, The Devil of The Gray Garden and The Devil of Destruction."

[Kcalb | Devil of The Gray Garden/Devil of Destruction | One of the survivors of The Great War and The Archon War]

Word count : 1149 Words