Divine Necromancer : Cultivating Life & Death

Samael's luxurious car came to a slow halt as they followed Felix's car through the quiet streets. He had expected the pair to head off to some celebration after the ceremony. Instead, he watched as Felix's car disappeared into the distance, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

His eyes narrowed as Ashton Walker's destination became clear. Ashton's apartment.

Something inside Samael stirred—his instincts screamed at him to go after him. His dragon side, always craving strength and dominance, urged him to get closer to Ashton, to uncover the mystery of the young man who had so deeply captivated him. But duty called.

"Lord Samael," his driver and bodyguard spoke, breaking his concentration. "Your father called. They're waiting for you at home."

Samael's expression hardened, and without a word, he dismissed the suggestion. "I'm not going home." His voice was calm but unyielding.

His curiosity was too great to ignore.

The driver gave him a doubtful look, but Samael remained resolute. The car sped toward Ashton's apartment.

Once they arrived, Samael stepped out and observed the studio apartment from the street. He couldn't shake the intense feeling that something was wrong, something more than just the presence of the boy who had unknowingly stirred his dragon blood.

A faint, swirling aura emanated from the apartment. Samael's sharp senses picked up on it immediately—an energy that felt almost foreign yet strangely familiar.

It made his instincts itch, urging him to rush inside, but he fought to control the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

Instead, he took a deep breath, walking toward the door. With every step, his anticipation and curiosity only grew.

He raised his fist and knocked.

No answer.

He knocked again, a little louder this time. Still, nothing.

Samael's golden eyes flickered, and for the first time in his life, he found himself waiting—waiting for someone, something, a feeling he had never before experienced.

He stood there, watching the apartment door for what felt like an eternity, though it was only ten minutes. Ten minutes.

In all his years, Samael had never waited for anything. His life had always been dictated by action—always moving, always commanding, always in control.

But here he was, standing and waiting like a mere mortal.

Why was he being patient?

His dragon blood seethed. It urged him to take action, to destroy any obstacle in his path.

His frustration began to rise.

Finally, the simmering anger inside him exploded, and he turned to his bodyguard. "Break the door."

The bodyguard hesitated, but Samael's piercing gaze silenced any further objections.

"My lord, this is someone else's private residence—" his bodyguard began, but Samael's voice cut him off.

"Do it." His words were sharp, commanding, like the crack of thunder.

After a moment of hesitation, the bodyguard relented, and with a swift motion, the door was shattered.

Samael entered without a second thought, his dragon blood still boiling. The air inside felt thick, almost alive.

And then he saw him.

Ashton Walker stood in the middle of the room, his body surrounded by a mysterious, swirling aura.

Darkness and light danced around him like a storm, crackling in the air with untamed energy.

Samael froze.

This wasn't just the boy he had seen earlier. This was something else entirely.

The power that radiated from Ashton was almost otherworldly—it was as though the very forces of nature were being bent around him, responding to some ancient force inside the young man.

Samael's eyes widened in awe, his curiosity finally consuming him.

This was more than just talent. This was something far greater.