'Thoughts'
In the depths of a dark place, Hans found himself floating in a realm he couldn't quite comprehend. "Hm... where am I?" he wondered aloud, feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity.
As if in response to his question, Hans suddenly woke up to find himself face to face with the God of Death. Startled, he quickly sat up. "Who...who are you?"
The God of Death smiled kindly. "I am the God of Death."
Hans blinked in surprise, trying to process the situation. "Hm? God of death?"
Staring at the God of Death, he found himself blinking.
Stare
Stare
Blink
Smile
Stare
Unable to fathom what was happening. Hans decided to do what a normal person would do in this kind of situation.
He decided to simply cover his ears with his hands before lying back down and going to sleep.
'If you try hard enough useless things will vanish'
To his surprise, he heard a chuckle from the God of Death, but he decided to ignore it. However, it seemed the God of Death wasn't about to give up on him.
"Oh, what a cute child you are. I can see why he wants you to be his saint," the God of Death remarked.
Hans rolled his eyes internally. 'This guy and his compliments. Kim Rok Soo was right, anything coming out of his mouth is always bullcheese.'
"Come on, get up. It's cold down there," the God of Death coaxed.
"I ain't getting up," Hans replied stubbornly.
The God of Death persisted, "Hm? Come on, my child, you will get sick."
Hans couldn't help but retort, "I ain't your child, b*tch. Go find your other favorite child. I ain't got a father like you."
For a moment, there was silence, and Hans thought he had finally gotten rid of the God of Death. But to his dismay, he suddenly felt himself being lifted up in a princess-like carry.
"Ah!" he yelped in shock, his face turning as red as a ripe tomato.
The God of Death chuckled softly. "You left me no choice."
"The f*ck I didn't! My choice was to be a plant in the ground!" Hans shouted, now struggling to get out of the God of Death's arms.
"Whoa, careful. I might drop you," the God of Death warned.
"Put me down!"
"Just stay sti-"
"Pervert!"
"Wha-"
"Molester!"
"Calm dow-"
"Help! Someone help me!"
"Stop struggle-"
POW!
Hans suddenly felt himself falling, and he closed his eyes, preparing for impact. But instead of hitting the cold ground, he felt a new pair of hands carrying him in a child-like carry.
Hesitant to open his eyes, he cautiously peeked and found himself face to face with the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by the man's beauty.
'Woah, he looks so pretty. I bet he could smack Eruhaben-nim a thousand times with that beauty,' Hans thought with a hint of admiration.
(Meanwhile, somewhere, Eruhaben, the ancient dragon, sneezed and felt like someone was cursing him.)
"I would very much like it if you don't start harassing my sweet child, God of Death," the beautiful man said with a gentle but firm tone, protecting Hans like a father worried about his son who had almost been kidnapped by a suspicious person.
"Are you alright child?" The beautiful man looked at him in worry.
Hans blushed at the man's concern. "Ah... I-I am... okay," he shyly replied, feeling bashful under the man's warm gaze.
The man chuckled, and the sound felt like a melody to Hans's ears, making him feel even more at ease.
"Ughhh, really? Why did you have to kick me, my old friend?" Hans heard the God of Death grumble from the ground.
Both the beautiful man and Hans turned to the pitiful God of Death and looked at him with deadpan expressions.
"You deserve it," the beautiful man responded matter-of-factly and Hans nodded along feeling a sense of comradery.
As the God of Death lay back down on the cold grown sulking. Hans was placed on a comfortable pillow, he couldn't help but playfully squish the pillows around him, giggling like a child.
As he hugged one of the pillows, he felt someone's warm hand patting his head gently. Looking up, he saw the beautiful man looking at him with a warm smile, and Hans couldn't help but feel drawn to him.
Without realizing it, he leaned into the man's touch, savoring the warmth and comfort it brought him. Unbeknownst to Hans, there were other gods and beings surrounding them now, witnessing this adorable scene.
The God of Misunderstanding whispered to the God of Slacker and the God of Peaceful Life, "Woah, look at them. Our little Hans is just too cute."
The God of Slacker lazily sipped on his drink and grinned. "Indeed."
In the presence of the other gods, Hans suddenly became aware of their attention on him, and he couldn't help but feel a little shy. He shyly hid behind the beautiful man, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the adoring gazes directed at him.
Internally, the gods couldn't help but coo at his cuteness. "Aww, he's so cute!" one of them whispered.
"I wish my child would be as adorable as him," another god said wistfully.
They couldn't help but murmur among themselves, making Hans blush even more, not realizing the extent of his own charm.
Feeling a gentle pat on his back, Hans looked up to see the beautiful man smiling warmly at him. He seemed to want Hans to introduce himself to the others. Summoning his courage, Hans spoke up, "H-hello, I am Hans... It's, uhm, nice to meet all of you... Except you, God of Death," he added in a mumble that, to his surprise, everyone heard, causing some chuckles and the God of Death to sulk in the corner.
The other gods introduced themselves as well, each offering a kind word or a gentle pat, further fueling Hans's bashfulness. As he looked at them with admiration, he realized he hadn't known the beautiful man's name yet.
Summoning his courage once more, he tugged at the man's robe, gaining the attention of everyone around him. The gods were once again smitten by Hans's adorable stare.
"Uhm, what about you, sir?" Hans asked shyly, his eyes shining with curiosity and admiration.
The beautiful man smiled, about to reply when the God of Death couldn't resist the chance to interject, "This is the God of Lemons."
The beautiful man's expression shifted slightly, seemingly irritated by the interruption, but it was too late to correct the misunderstanding now.
Hans blinked, still taken aback by the revelation. "The God of Lemons? Really?" he asked in admiration and with shining eyes, as if he had just met his idol.
The gods couldn't help but chuckle and coo at Hans's response. "I didn't expect you to look like this, sir. Ah! Not that it's a bad thing!" Hans stammered, flustered.
The God of Lemons chuckled warmly, patting Hans's head again. "Appearances can be deceiving, my child. But rest assured, I'm not offended."
Hans felt a warm sensation in his heart, comforted by the god's kind response.
"Uhm, Mr. Lemon God Sir?" Hans called out shyly
"Just call me Allen" He heard the God of Lemon say.
"Oh, okay, Allen-nim may I ask why am I here?"
The God of Death tried to answer, only to be kicked in the chin by the God of Lemons, making him whine pitifully on the ground.
"It was quite an accident, but don't worry. You will soon return to your body," the God of Lemons assured Hans.
"Oh, okay," Hans replied, looking like a cute and obedient bunny.
The God of Lemons suggested having a chat while they waited, and Hans's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, okay. Uhm, if it's alright, can I ask a question?"
"Of course, go on," the God of Lemons encouraged.
Hans couldn't help but feel eager and a bit nervous about asking. "Do I get my peaceful life?" he inquired with a hopeful glint in his eyes.
Stare
Stare
Stare
Stare
Blink
Blink
The God of Lemons pretended not to hear and asked instead, "Do you like lemonade?"
Hans blinked, unsure how to respond to the sudden shift in conversation. "Uh, well, not really, but lemons always kept me safe so I suppose I kind of like them?"
'Why did Allen-nim changed the question?'
Before he could ask again, the God of Lemons interrupted again. "Do you prefer yellow or green lemons?"
"I-I'm not sure. Both are fine, I guess."
But no matter how many times Hans tried to steer the conversation back to his dream of a peaceful life, the God of Lemons masterfully led him astray with more lemon-related questions and anecdotes.
As he looked around at the other gods, he noticed some of them avoiding his gaze, which made him curious. Unbeknownst to him, the God of Death was laughing in the ground, only to be stomped in the stomach again by the God of Lemons.
'This is nice' was the thought of Hans as he was again patted in head by Allen.
However, he couldn't help but pout because his question about his peaceful life seems to always be evaded, 'hm... must be a coincidence'.
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The atmosphere in the realm of the gods was filled with a sense of joy and amusement as they continued to interact with Hans. They couldn't get enough of his innocent charm and endearing personality. The God of Slacker yawned and stretched, looking completely at ease as he reclined on a soft cloud-like cushion.
"So, Hans, my boy," the God of Slacker drawled lazily, "what's your favorite thing to do in your world?"
Hans thought for a moment, still a little shy but eager to share his interests. "Well, I really enjoy reading books, and a bit of cooking," he replied with a hint of excitement in his voice.
At the mention of books and cooking, the God of Misunderstanding perked up, suddenly seeing an opportunity to bond with his cute little butler. "Ah, I see, my sweet child. Books, huh...and also cooking," he said, stroking his chin thoughtfully, or so it seemed.
The other gods exchanged knowing glances, aware of the God of Misunderstanding's infamous track record.
"God of Misunderstanding," Allen interjected, giving him a warning glare. "Don't even think about it."
God of Misunderstanding, now realizing the potential misunderstanding, took a step back, trying to look innocent. "Me? Think about what? I was just going to say that books and cooking are wonderful activities!" he protested, though his sheepish grin gave him away.
The other gods couldn't help but chuckle at the amusing situation, knowing all too well that the God of Misunderstanding had a knack for misinterpreting innocent statements.
Hans, oblivious to the subtle tension, smiled warmly at the God of Misunderstanding. "Oh, really? You like books and cooking too?"
The God of Misunderstanding nodded a bit too eagerly. "Absolutely! Books and cooking are fantastic pastimes. I, too, am a fan of both."
The other gods couldn't help but exchange amused glances, wondering just how the God of Misunderstanding was going to misunderstand this situation.
As the conversation continued, Hans shared his favorite book genres and cooking recipes, excitedly describing the joy he found in both activities. The gods listened attentively, enjoying the genuine enthusiasm radiating from the adorable little butler.
The God of Peaceful Life couldn't help but join the conversation, chiming in with a smile. "You know, Hans, I have a little cottage in my realm, surrounded by beautiful gardens. It's a peaceful and serene place. You're welcome to visit anytime you want to find some tranquility."
Hans's eyes sparkled with delight. "Really? That sounds amazing! Thank you so much!" he said, feeling a sense of warmth and gratitude towards the God of Peaceful Life.
The other gods couldn't resist sharing their own offers as well. The God of Lemon smiled kindly at Hans, offering guidance and wisdom whenever he needed it.
The God of Death promised to watch over him and bring positivity and good fortune to his life.
Hans clearly ignored him because who believes at such a suspicious scammer.
In the midst of all the well-wishes and offers, the God of Lemons couldn't help but feel a tug at his heartstrings. He found himself drawn to Hans's genuine innocence and the purity of his desires. The God of Lemons wanted nothing more than to protect this adorable child and ensure that he could live a peaceful and happy life.
As the conversation continued, the God of Death, still nursing his ego after being kicked in the chin, decided to join in once more. "You know, Hans, my realm isn't as scary as it sounds. It's a place where souls find peace and rest. You won't be afraid there," he said with a hint of sincerity in his voice.
Hans looked up at the God of Death, surprised by his words. "Really? I never thought of it that way," he admitted.
The God of Death smiled gently, grateful that Hans was willing to see beyond his intimidating appearance.
"But I am not visiting there if you're there, pervert," Hans responded, scooting away from him, leaving the God of Death to sulk again in the corner.
The other gods couldn't help but chuckle at the playful banter between Hans and the God of Death. "My, my, you have quite the spirit, little one," the God of Peace commented, amused.
(God of Death be like: "I am being ignored by my future grandchild.")
"He sure does!" the God of Misunderstanding said, ruffling Hans's hair playfully, which earned him a bashful smile from the young butler as he tried to hide his face in his hands, but the gods playfully pulled his hands away, not willing to miss a single moment of his adorable expressions.
As the conversation turned to lighter topics, the gods exchanged funny stories and anecdotes, trying to make each other laugh. The God of Slacker, in his usual laid-back style, shared a tale about a lazy dragon who wanted to avoid doing his duties at all costs.
Hans couldn't help but giggle at the amusing story, and the other gods joined in, their laughter echoing through the realm. The God of Peaceful Life added a heartwarming story about a peaceful village where everyone lived in harmony and happiness.
"You know, Hans," the God of Lemons interjected, "I've heard a story about a mischievous fox who loved lemons just as much as you do."
Hans's eyes widened in excitement. "Really? Tell me more!" he said eagerly, leaning in closer to listen.
The God of Lemons spun a tale about a clever fox who would sneak into lemon groves to steal the ripest and juiciest lemons, much to the dismay of the farmers. Hans couldn't help but imagine the adorable fox munching on lemons with glee, and the image brought a bright smile to his face.
As the stories continued, the gods found themselves growing more attached to Hans by the second. The God of Slacker had even abandoned his lazy position, now sitting upright and fully engaged in the lively conversation.
Time seemed to fly in the company of Hans, and the gods couldn't help but wish for the moments to last forever. They had completely fallen under the spell of his innocence and charm.
However, all good things must come to an end, and Hans suddenly felt a tug, making him jolt in surprise. The God of Lemons looked at him sadly, gently caressing his cheek.
"It seems that you are soon going to wake up," the God of Lemons said softly.
Hans's face fell a bit, feeling a twinge of sadness at the thought of leaving this enchanting realm and bidding farewell to the gods.
"I guess this is goodbye," Hans said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.
The gods, not willing to let him go without a parting gift, each gave him a small blessing. The God of Death even tried to offer his, and Hans eventually accepted it, making the God of Death elated.
As the time to depart drew near, Hans couldn't help but feel a wave of affection for each of the gods (Except the God of Death). He hugged each one of them tightly, feeling their divine essence and blessings fill him with warmth and joy.
"Goodbye, my child," the God of Lemons said with a mixture of sadness and fondness.
"Goodbye, Allen-nim, and everyone," Hans replied, feeling grateful for this extraordinary encounter and the memories he would cherish forever.
With a soft smile and a final wave, Hans vanished from the realm of the gods, leaving behind a group of enchanted and slightly heartbroken divine beings.
When Hans woke up, the first thing he sees is a face he would rather not see.
'Ah... Maybe I should have pleaded the Gods to just let me sleep forever.'
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Bonus:
As the God of Lemons chased the God of Death around with a deadly aura, the other gods couldn't help but find the situation amusing and slightly terrifying. The God of Death, now quivering in fear, tried to reason with his old friend.
"Ah, old friend, we could talk about this," he pleaded, trying to avoid another beating.
"Hm? What was that? Oh, you want more beating?" the God of Lemons replied with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"How am I supposed to know he would take you being the God of Lemons seriously?!" the God of Death retorted, trying to defend himself.
The gods watched the exchange with smirks on their faces, secretly enjoying the comical confrontation between the two divine beings.
"Hohoho, I was about to introduce myself as the God of Faith and Charm to my cute little saint, but you had to interfere, and for that, don't you have to take your punishment like a man?" the God of Lemons taunted.
The God of Death winced at the prospect of more punishment. "Ugh, mercy, please!" he pleaded, trying to avoid the wrath of the God of Lemons.
The God of Misunderstanding, who had been silently watching until now, couldn't help but pat the God of Faith and Charm's shoulder, taking pity on the God of Death. "You know, maybe we should let him off the hook this time. After all, he's just being his usual mischievous self."
The God of Faith and Charm, however, wasn't so forgiving. He turned his attention to the God of Misunderstanding, wagging a finger in mock disapproval. "Oh, don't get cocky! You! Because of you, my sweet child has had to deal with so many pests around him."
The God of Misunderstanding tried to defend himself, but before he could utter a word, he was met with a swift slap from the God of Faith and Charm, making him yelp in surprise.
"Hey, no fair!" the God of Misunderstanding protested, rubbing his cheek.
The gods erupted into laughter at the sight of their playful argument, each trying to outwit the other and playfully teasing one another.
The God of Slacker, who had been lounging on his cushion all this time, raised an eyebrow and chimed in, "Come on, guys, can't we all just chill? We're gods, after all. We should be above all this squabbling."
The God of Peaceful Life nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Let's not take ourselves too seriously. We can have our moments of misunderstanding and camaraderie, just like mortals."
Their words were ignored and the chaos continued and the other Gods could only think of one thing.
'Ugh I already miss small Hans'
(HEHE this scene suddenly pop-up in my head while I was longing around and I couldn't resist in writing it ><. Hope you like it hehe. Anyway, I might be more of uploading and updating more this week because finally I have the break and time to do so but only a few chapters though, but still I have the free time yay!
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