There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

The morning of the thirteenth came calmly. The sky was beautiful; the clouds were cotton white and just enough to decorate the blue canvas. The lake was sparkling under the sunlight, clear and reflecting the expanse of blue and white above.

The trees, under the excellent grooming of Senan the hidden gardener, were lush green and picturesque, hugging the lake and the estate like a neat blanket. All kinds of flowers bloomed around the white house with a blue roof, filling the neatly arranged beds and flanking the walkway leading to the backyard.

The backyard itself was a spread of green grass--at least usually. This time, long tables covered in white clothes were arranged in the section closer to the house, while flower-adorned white chairs were arranged around round tables in the section closer to the lake.

And leading to the lake itself was a white dock flanked by wooden railings. Climbing roses had made their home along the railings, and small bouquets had been tied up on some sections to give some additional spark.

It was a beautiful venue in a beautiful location. The sky, the lake, and the estate looked ethereal.

At least on the outside.

Inside the white house, it was pandemonium.

The basement level and the first floor were filled with people fleeting around. Someone always had to do something or carry some stuff, sometimes while chewing food and drinking water. Even the children were behaving themselves, helping out simply by staying still.

In the midst of the lower floors’ hell, someone was flung out of his room along with his luggage, so he had no choice but to move to another room on the first floor.

"Wow...I can’t believe I got kicked out of my bedroom," Bassena tilted his head and sighed in exasperation, glancing up as if he could see past the ceiling.

Well...technically, he could send his children of darkness inside, but Reina would be sending him death glares in that case.