Chapter 162 - 162- The Arrival Of The Dead

"I know! Do you think I don't know that? I was the first one that said you should leave Luke. But what should I do? I like him, I really do even though I know this thing between us is going to end bad, I just can't help but want to be around him." Mark said, his face facing the road, his eyes looking at dried pieces of gun, glass shards that shone under the moonlight and empty coffee cups. 

He knew all those things Allias wanted him to understand. He was also aware about the change in Mikael's attitude the last few days. He would be cheerful and loving and the next moment he would suddenly freeze and his expression would get distorted as if he was thinking about something horrible. At those times he would walk away from him and pretend he didn't exist until his mood was fine again and returned to his old good teasing self. Mark had been tortured by this for days. It took a lot of strength for him to accept his fears and move on, let Mikael and him have a fresh start. Yes, they were not officially together but he always believed this was where they were going. He would turn a blind eye to his worries, burry them deep in his mind because he liked him and he had never liked another person so much. But his feeling now, they were purely proving the same point he had tried to make when for the first time their feelings became known to each other. Different worlds, different people and as it seemed Mikael wasn't so willing to find a way through his, the same way he wanted to do.

"Mark, I am not saying you shouldn't be with him, if he is the one you want but don't change for him. Relationships are meant to change us for the best, make us want to be the better version of ourselves. Does Mikael make you feel like that or do you feel like you will be stuck making decisions that you don't want?" Allias asked him and Mark bit his lip. 

"Let's not talk about this right now. I am not ready to think so much" he said with a sad smile and Allias nodded. 

"Alright, but no matter what happens. I will be here" he told him and smiled brightly at him. "Sorry for yelling at you. I am just too frustrated." 

"I'm sorry to ruin your moment but my King, I think I can see Ares." Ea called out and Allias turned instantly around, wanting to face the same direction the elf was looking at. 

Yes, he was right. Ares was slowly approaching, veiled by the dark night, dragging an unconscious Joe with him. He looked exhausted, taking slow steps and panting. Allias smiled happy that he was alright when his eyes finally spotted Theseus. All he could see was his back, as he was passed over his brother's shoulder. The more they were approaching, the more he could see clearer. Ares had a tears stained face, his eyes almost dead as he walked. He probably hadn't realized that they were standing just a few meters away from him, he walked like a zombie. Allias' heart began racing, his blood boiling. There was blood in Ares' shirt. Just at the spot Theseus' body was on his shoulder. So much blood, the stain almost reached beneath his chest and Allias' gasped, bringing his palms on his mouth, not wanting to scream. 

He couldn't keep the agony inside him any longer. He ran towards them, feeling his legs shaking. He desperately needed to know, to see that Theseus was actually alright. All that time Allias had been watching them he hadn't moved, not even the slightest bit. 

"Theseus!" he called out and Ares noticed them from the first time. 

He stopped, bringing his brother slowly down and laying his body at the side of the road. Allias stared at him with wide eyes, falling to his knees, his hands shaking above his body. He didn't know where to touch him, what to do. He was just laying there, barely breathing, bruised and wounded. 

"What…what happened?" he stuttered and caressed Theseus' face. "Why isn't he healing? Why?" Allias cried. 

The King hugged Theseus, calling out his name, shaking him hoping that he would open his eyes, just meet his for a second, so he could make sure that he wasn't really dead. He was pale, his chest barely rising with every breath and his body was getting cold, his clothes getting dirty from his destined lovers blood. This was the first time. The first time Allias had felt such pain. His heart was being clenched by an invisible fist. He couldn't breathe as he kept heaving, he tried to call out his name but no sounds came out. 

"Allias? Are you alright? What's going on?" Mark asked him as he watched his friend go into a shock. 

It's your fault. The same sentence kept repeating over and over in his head. You left him there to die, he just wanted to make your dreams come true but you left him. Despicable, he will die, he will leave you. Many voices, many words. Judgmental and cruel ready to swallow him. Drown him in his own guilt and sorrow. 

"What happened?" he screamed while he held Theseus. 

"We need to get him out of here!" Ea said in distress but Allias would not budge. Get him out of here and get where? Teleport back to the palace? Such long distance teleport would kill him on the way. They had nowhere to go, no friends or allies. They were all alone dying at the side of the road. Because right now not only Theseus was dying but so was the golden king. All over again and it was the most painful, the most horrid kind of death. 

"This kid here. He is the reason my brother is dying. He is working with the demons. Your dream has just turned into a nightmare my King" Ares told them, looking at Joe, filled with disgust. 

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Hello! Please let me know how the stroy seems so far. Honestly I am feeling a bit insecure. I am sure a lot of shocking things are happening so I would liek to know if you like it. T.T 

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