Chapter 8: It won't be okay P.t1

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20th December, 2012

Luciel POV
We just came home from our trip from Europe and we rushed home to see my darling wife. I wanted to see her so badly. I wish she could travel with us but because of that "incident" she cannot. At least she is safe at home, but I'm slightly worried. She would send us a letter in the beginning and on the last day of our trip to assure us that she was safe, but this time, she hadn't. She sent the first letter but we never got the second. I'm just hoping that the letter got lost or she just forgot, but I have a feeling in the back of my head telling me that is not the case.

I knock on the door as I always do, expecting rushed footsteps down our stairs, but instead, I was greeted with nothing but silence. I knock on it a few more times, thinking that she was asleep. Still nothing. "Y/n! Dear! We're home!" Nothing. Now I was worried. At this point I started banging on the door. "Y/N! Y/N!" That's it. I kicked down the door's weak point and ran in. Everything was tidy and clean as always, so she wasn't robbed. I ran upstairs to see nothing.

Where is she?!? I raced out the door and into the town, trying to look for her in the market. I tried asking around for where her location is only to be ether ignored or be scowl at. Now it's serious. I yell at the butcher, hoping that he would at least respond, due to his support of our family. What he said shocked me " she was right to leave you. She had been alone for a 3 months Luciel! 3 months! Her new husband will treat her better then you ever will, you self obsessed piece of crap!" After that, I snapped " WHERE IS SHE? TELL ME! WHO IS SHE WITH? NEW HUSBAND? ARE YOU INSANE?!? SHE LOVES ME! JUST TELL ME ALREADY!!!"

I'm losing my mind. Just tell me already. Where is my wife? I want her back. I break down in the middle of the street and faint from shock, with a voice in my head telling me " Break them and get her back"













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Same way as before. If familiar with the technique, you know how to do this. Minus 3 and king Cesar will rule as he always did. All hail king Cesar.

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