Transmigrating from a zombie world to become the mecha kings wife
Chapter 532: The son of death.

Chapter 532: The son of death.

There was a realm of endless strings and ties, which was a solace for every supernatural creature that sought answers. It was a beautiful realm whose nature was undisturbed. It’s waters were still, as if they bore no life. It’s air was pure, devoid of life and it’s trees flourished silently. Nothing there felt real or tangible, even time was distorted there.

Myriads of invisible strings floated in it’s air of this realm and every second, a string snapped and vanished in a small haze of smoke.

In this realm was only one palace, right in the middle. It’s beginning and end were endless just as the darkness and silence within it.

In that darkness, one reaper whose face covered with a golden mask, with the exception of blood red eyes walked with strong strides until he came to three thrones and he fell onto his knees.

On the three thrones sat three women, all transparent as if they were ghosts or creatures of the wind. They shared one face, and it looked bored at the moment.

"You are back, son of death." One of them said, the one in the middle.

"Of course he is back, he said he would be back." the one on the left said.

"It’s always nice when we get visitors." the one on the right said.

"We don’t have the answers you seek son of death." the one in the middle said.

"That can’t be right, we do know something, we know everything." the one on the right said.

"But we won’t tell you." In a deep voice that was filled with incredible power, they all said at the same time.

The reaper had two scythes and he dug them both deep into the ground.

"We had a deal," he said through gritted teeth.

Despite the strength with which he held on, he lost control and flew backwards. His body was thrown out of the palace and the doors which had an moving image of the cosmos were shut.

"Stop visiting, son of death, unless you want to become a weaver of fate. Everything will come to light in the right time. You have lived long enough to comprehend the reality of immortal existence. Patience, young death, patience." A voice said to him before he was mercilessly hurled out of the realm of the goddess of fate.

"I will be back." The reaper yelled thunderously. "You have not seen the last of me fate."

The reaper that had been thrust out of the realm of death appeared in the underworld, in the lonely river village. He teleported directly to his house.

"You are back, Nyx." a voice said.

A figure dressed like the reaper complete with a gold mask and red eyes appeared out of the shadows.

"Let me guess, you went looking for my sister again, so that she could tell you how to retrieve the missing part of you and return your memories. I have told you Nyx, humans have a short lifespan. Wait for him to die and then you take back what’s yours."

In a passionate voice, Nyx yelled, "I didn’t divide my soul, someone else did it."

"And we both know it was the god of life. You stole from him and he used what you desperately sought to punish you cruelly. I guess he didn’t count on fate playing a little trick because of the deal you made with her."

"The human needs to die. Even if I must do it myself, I will reclaim what’s mine." Nyx said resolutely.

"And what exactly is yours, Nyx?" The other figure asked.

"Her and the children she is carrying, they are mine." he said surely.

The figure chuckled and said, "You mean Esong’s. You have been sneaking into that body on and off because you want to control it and yet it manages to throw you out each time."

To him, they might be the same but they were also different. Esong had his own personality and whether Nyx liked it or not, they both existed.

Nyx roared like an injured lion, an injured angry lion whose prey had vanished.

His hound teleported into the house and looked around vigilantly.

After roaring, "He put a seal on the human body. That’s what I have managed to get from fate so far. That and be patient, be patient be patient. I have run out of patience."

"This again." The hound said coldly. "I will gladly serve a decade in hell so that I don’t have to listen to this rant again. You regained your memories two years ago and you chose to let things stay as they were to protect the human child. As soon as the female reaper moved into that body you started to change. You became interested in her, amused, fascinated and then you got her pregnant and now you are going crazy. Don’t you want to protect the human child anymore?"

"I want to protect all my children." he answered.

"And what will you tell the female reaper when she finds out who you are and what you are?" The figure asked him.

"Him and I are the same, she will surely be able to accept the reality of it all." he answered confidently.

The hound added, "Don’t forget your father, the major god of this realm and death. How are you going to explain to him what you planned to do one hundred years ago. You and your fellow generals."

Nyx’s lips thinned and his red eyes turned another deeper shade of red, with a few gold flecks within.

"I don’t owe him anything." he said.

"Oh, but that’s where you are wrong." The other figure told Nyx. "See, when he finds out what you planned to do a hundred years ago, and he will. You will be punished painfully, that is if he doesn’t kill you. Learn from history Nyx, deities are not very good parents.

I will suggest the same thing that I have been suggesting all along. Go and talk to him. Tell him the truth and ask for his help in rectifying the situation. I am tired of hiding here like a pitiful mortal."

The figure disappeared into the shadows and then the sound of a flute being played was heard.

"So, when are we meeting the Lord of death?" The hound asked.

"Who said we are?" Nyx answered.

He didn’t need daddy to come to his rescue. What he needed was for his human half to die a quick death so that he could reclaim the part of his missing soul and then reveal himself to Scarlet.

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