Conception
Description
One day, Leo mysteriously vanished from his lover's embrace.
No note. No reason. No explanation. No signs of Leo anywhere- no proof Leo has ever been alive and breathing with N.
As months flow by, N is withering away in his cocoon of loneliness and denial, his vivid beauty that had been famously acclaimed across the mortals and immortals now fading- a dying rose.
Seizing the chance in front of his very eyes, Ravi whisks N away into the Underworld- where N becomes Cha Hakyeon, a soulless doll with a brand new identity. A lover of a different God.
Unaware of the theft, Leo returns from his quest to find his lover missing- the very situation that N was in, has become the situation Leo is in.
Mad with grief and confusion, Leo embarks on a mission to find and bring back his love- even if it's the last thing he does.
Will Leo succeed in his journey to find N? Or will Leo be faced with a betrayal bigger than his immortal life?
Foreword
A petite mortal stared at his hand. The only sounds in the vicinity was the sound of his own anticpating breaths.
His fingers shook as he turned his palm downwards, a gasp quietly falling from his lips as his eyes locked upon the back of his hand.
It was still there.
The black lines were more prominent than yesterday. More clear, more real. And there was more to the drawing.
The three black lines had formed a triangle. The mortal felt his breath hitch. No matter how hard he had scrubbed, no matter how long he had soaked his hand in water- the marks were still there. They had appeared suddenly, with no warning. He had woken up with them one morning.
His heartbeat picked up.
And the fine hairs on the back of his long neck rose.
Someone was here.
Hastily, holding his breath, the mortal wrapped a white bandage around his palm, two wraps around his thumb completed in a matter of seconds.
As the man hurriedly wrapped a third layer of the weak bandage around his hand, he heard footsteps coming closer to his location.
Biting back a curse, the man frantically shoved the end of the bandage into the layers- and ripped the fabric, showcasing his tattoo. Eyes wild, the mortal lifted his head up to scan the area-
And met eyes with a black-haired man silently gazing at him. As the mortal flinched violently upon the sight of such a powerful looking being, the said man with the looming presence shifted his indifferent focus to the mortal's shaking hands.
The two men stilled.
One with horror, another with a violent surprise.
A whisper.
"You have the mark, too"
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