Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 547

Chapter 547: The new beginning
Summer came and passed, just like the many seasons that had quietly crept by. The seasons turned as if flipping the pages of a well-worn book, autumn arrived, painting the world in shades of amber and gold, leaves falling and swirling gracefully to the ground.

Winter followed with its quiet chill, frosting the trees and fields in delicate silver, and then spring burst forth, filling the air with the scent of blossoms and the promise of new life. Years flowed like this, each season marking the passage of time, until the children had grown taller and older.

Five years passed, but within those years, many things had happened.

The mountainside that had once been nameless was given a name and had become a small town called Velmere, with the Dagon’s house being the largest of all the houses there.

The Dagon family’s life went on in their home, they had everything: family love, support for each other, and a house that never knew a dull moment. Their home was always open to Ereves, who came more often than not to share dinners with them. His relationship with Rohan wasn’t like that of a father and son, but there was a huge difference from how they were before.

However, despite the happiness they had, one problem remained, making their lives incomplete: Rav and Angel’s studying to cure corruption.

Belle’s memories might have returned, but she had no access to the land of the dead anymore, and because she had been erased from anything known as the Reaper, her children had no access to that realm either, they had only the blood within them and the powers to perceive the dead.

The only thing Belle was left with was the knowledge of her past as a reaper, and even that knowledge wasn’t of much use in curing the corruption. At best, it only gave her the techniques needed to help him last a little longer whenever Angel temporarily turned him back into a normal being.

During those five years, Rohan had done everything possible to support his son in learning ways to cure Rav and bring him back home, since they couldn’t rely on anything involving the Reapers.

However, when Angel performed his first heart-changing on animals, it failed terribly. Determined to train him further, Rohan decided to let Angel practice on humans. His son was strictly against using people, asking what if they had families and he ended up killing them.

“I don’t want to kill innocent people,” he had said.

Because of that, Rohan went after men from a bandit group who had attacked and ruthlessly killed innocent people. Only then did the boy agree to use humans, because to him, good people didn’t deserve to die, while the bad could go to hell for all anyone cared. So, for the boy’s sake, Rohan wisely chose criminals instead.

Angel performed the procedure for an entire day, following every step he had learned, but in the end, the two men died, as the heart-changing did not succeed.

Angel cried that day over his failure. He had studied so hard and truly believed he was becoming an expert, yet despite everything, he did not give up hope. His father continued to investigate ways to help him gain more knowledge, and eventually, they learned about a certain academy overseas that trained young people to become great physicians who operated on humans.

Angel was immediately interested when Rohan told him about it, but because the distance was so far from their land, Rohan said they would think it over and decide whether he would go or not. Until then, Angel was to continue his practice.

The more he failed, the more it became clear that he would truly have to leave home to learn, because the sooner he went, the sooner his chances would improve. But while he was caught between his studies and the weight of such a life-changing decision, other things were happening, and one in particular was about to break his heart.

Angel, now looking like a young man in his twenties despite being just eight years old half demon, walked into the bedroom, where his mother was talking and weeping with Enny, whose name he could now pronounce correctly but still preferred to call her just that.

He knew why they were crying in each other’s embrace, for he too was holding back his tears with great effort. His throat burned, and his heart constricted, but he held himself upright like the man he was becoming, even though at times he wished he were still just a boy.

Boys could cry and sound cute, while a grown man looked and sounded awfully miserable, his voice too deep for comfort. Being a man was scarier than he wanted to admit, and although his father tried to explain many things to him, he missed the days when he was smaller.

“Mama…” he called, his adult voice cracking. He cleared his throat and said again when they broke apart from each other to look at him, both with tears streaming down their faces. “Enny,” Angel said, his voice deep and husky from the emotions burning in his chest. “I wish there was another way to make you not leave us…”

Evenly, still holding her best friend who had become more than a friend over the years, wiped her cheeks, though more tears streamed down. She smiled at Angel, recognizing his effort to hide his emotions behind a blank expression.

“Angel,” Evenly said with a bitter smile, taking in the young man before her who had grown so big that she hadn’t even kept track of when it happened. He was almost as tall as his father, with a similar facial structure, only his skin was ivory, and his nose a little longer and thinner.

“I still can’t get used to you being this big. I will miss you so much. Come here.” She stepped forward and hugged him. He towered over her, his strong arms closing around her as a sob escaped his mouth.

“I am sorry…” Angel cried, embarrassed by his tears and sobs but unable to hold them back, as Evenly held him and his mother rubbed his back and hair from behind. He felt stupid for crying, but his mother had always told him that one should never feel that way when expressing their emotions openly.

“You don’t have to apologize, Angel. It’s not your fault that we are moving out of Velmere. It’s not like we won’t come to visit,” Evenly tried to assure him, though she could not hold back her own tears at the thought of the Dagons, who were like her family now, no longer being around. They had been her everything. They were the reason she had met Rav and had two wonderful children. They were the reason she was still holding on to the hope that one day, her man would walk right back to her.

They were also the ones she could turn to, the ones who gave her space to express her feelings in letter exchange with Rav. Though no one ever told her where he was kept or locked away, she only received his letters, urging her never to try to find out and to keep believing that he was simply away in another land. She had never had a family like them before, nor had she ever lived in a house filled with such love and warmth.

But it was crucial for them to leave the beautiful mountainside now known as Velmere, a town ruled by the Dagons, where many vampires and turned vampires now resided, building houses and markets of their own. If she didn’t move away, she might lose her daughter, who fell ill every time because of the mountain air. Elle needed a different environment, one that Rohan had arranged and tested carefully to ensure her well-being.

“I a-am not ap-apologizing because y-you are leaving, E-Enny. I-it’s because I h-haven’t fulfilled my promise y-yet to b-bring back Uncle Rav,” Angel sobbed, his tears soaking Evenly’s shoulder. “I am working really hard to do so, but time keeps mo-moving fast.”

Evenly smiled. “Good thing we don’t age along with time.” She pulled away from his embrace and wiped his cheeks. “Just like I told you, no matter how long it takes, I will wait as long as there is hope.”

Belle, standing to the side with her hand pressed to her lips, having grown so accustomed to Evenly and her children that she could not imagine the house without them, burst into more tears.

“We will come and visit you all the time, Evenly,” she said, biting her lower lip to stop her sobs. Seeing her tear up only made Angel, who had turned toward her, sob even more. He covered his face with his palms in embarrassment.

“Oh, my poor baby,” Belle murmured, pulling her son forward and embracing him, making him bend slightly as he had already grown taller than her.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. We can still go to them whenever we miss them.” Belle patted and soothed him until his broad shoulders stopped quivering and his tears slowed. Then she moved back, using her fingers to gently wipe at his wet lashes and cheeks. To her, no matter how big he had grown, he was still her little baby boy, and his tears broke her heart.

“Where is she?” Angel asked, once he felt his emotions had settled.

They didn’t need to ask who he meant, as both Evenly and Belle pointed toward the window, which looked out onto a beautiful flower garden filled with morning glories and a swing where they had all sat and played at sunset, and even had picnics.

Angel moved out of his mother’s embrace and headed toward the garden. His long legs, clad in brown trousers, carried him outside with surprising speed, where the autumn air was heavy with the scent of orchids and the blooming morning glories in the back garden.

There was a tall birch tree near the flowing creek that bordered their house, the water fenced in neatly, where geese swam freely. It was a place Elle and Rosey loved to sit by, feeding the geese and watching the water ripple. Now, Elle sat there alone, her legs tucked beneath her oversized, thick coat, her red hair flowing down her small back.

She was only six, yet she looked too small for her age, and at the same time, far too sharp for it. She sensed his presence even before he spoke and turned over her shoulder to look at him, tears clinging to her flushed cheeks.

“Go away…” she cried, turning to bury her face between her pulled-in knees as the wind blew her red hair wildly around her.

Angel did not go away, because he knew she did not truly mean it. He walked forward and sat beside her, plunging his feet, shoes and socks still on, into the cool, flowing creek. He sat in silence next to her, close enough to be felt but not forcing her to look at him.

“Don’t be sad, Red,” Angel muttered softly, his gaze resting on the center of her parted hair. “I will write to you every day, just like we write to your father.”

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