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uhhhhhhh well i have a mixture of excuses for being inactive:

1)school
2)lazy
3)i want ppl ik to stop dying for a month

Otherwise... fuck. There are notes at the end of this chapter

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Levi sighed.

He had not known that descending back to his Abyss would be a source of such annoying situations, and oh, if he had known that coming back down to his lair would be much worse than staying above, he would have stayed in Heaven's clean jail cells. At least, there, he would have no problem with paperwork, no problem with business, no problems at all, other than the worrying fact that he would be executed sooner or later in the future, which according to the Seraphs, was bound to happen until Eren stepped in. There, in the cell, he had complete peace in his cell- not minding the few trainees and angels who would come by to observe him and scorn him, and of course, the cell was far from being called his home, but even though this was an unwavering fact, he would have preferred to stay.

Silver eyes narrowed upon the next stack of papers he had to work on. It was eight post-mortem in the everlasting night, and the inhabitants of the manor had already eaten. Their dinner was done in an extravagant fashion with all newly picked out ingredients from the markets a long-ways down the road leaving his manor (but it seemed that Oluo had time for everything as long as he was with Petra, so it posed no problem to him), and although the food was delicious, eating had been done in complete silence.

No conversations, no sounds of approval- save for the occasional munching-, only the sound of silence followed by keen, questioning side glances. If any words were exchanged, they would be sent through looks and eyes. Everyone had been there to join in on the eating. All but one, the sole being 'unable' to attend due to certain reasons. Hanji Fang was unable to attend.

And Eren had resented Levi for this reason, or so Levi's intuition had told him, judging by the way Eren would offer dark glares and disapproving scowls at him while eating, during dinner.

Levi clicked his tongue in annoyance, reaching for the paper at the top of one of the several piles that lay on the table for him to work on ad lib. He could not understand Eren's way of thinking. Why was the child upset? Then again, the child had just arrived to his haven. It would take him time to grow accustomed to how things worked here. Friend or foe, if one puts souls of importance in danger, punishment would be served. There was no 'noblesse oblige' to be given in his Abyss if things were done wrongly.

Every single one of the beings whom decided to stay in Levi's palace and Abyss would have to go through the same process; be judged for risking lives or be saved. Everyone 'underneath Levi's ranking' was supposed to be treated equally under his reign, and thus, many live somewhat benignly and happily in Levi's domain compared to the others.

The raven haired king hummed after scanning through the paper, his eyes scrutinizing the thin, aged sheet, left hand clutching onto the paper as lightly as he could so that the paper would not tear while his other, free hand searched for his quill which rested, pointed section down, in an upright container. He was a bit too focused onto his paperwork to realize that his beloved mate had been lurking out and about outside his chamber's door. It was only then, when a few knocks resounded throughout his room, that he realized that someone was outside, waiting to be let in. Originally, he had thought it was Gunther, hopping by to report to him if there were faults in and outside of his mansion as Levi had requested him to do. However Gunther did not have a peculiar habit of impatiently pacing behind the door. In fact, no one in his manor did, unless things have changed.

"Come in," Levi responded to the knock, his sharp, steel-like eyes shifting over to find his quill. Once his hand met the monotone-colored quill, the door opened, and footsteps followed in. Levi refused to meet eyes with the being. Swiftly, he darted his quill into the inkwell he had which had already been open due to its recent usage, and he began to write on the aged and tearing agreement paper. Levi opened his mouth to say something, however, it seemed the male in his room had been too impatient to care to wait for Levi's response.

"Why would you do that?" Eren Jaeger began, his voice as firm and stiff as his body was. Deep green bore holes into the back of the King of Lust's head, and he ought to show some respect, however, with the relationship he and the king had, he doubted that it mattered anymore.

Levi paused, stopping mid-writing to let out a soft sigh, eyes peering up to look at the young Jaeger, his facial features still.

"Don't you sigh at me as if you are more tired than I!" Eren huffed in annoyance, finding little care for Levi's well being as the moment stood. Raging green seemed to fight an unwanted fight with beautiful silver for a moment before Levi began to speak.

"Do, exactly, what?" Rang Levi's somewhat irritated voice. He had no time for this; he had lots, and piles of work to do. Childish bickering would not suite his time well, and neither would it sit well with Levi.

Eren held back a growl, his face contorting in annoyance as he narrowed his eyes at Levi, "You're playing dumb. Stop playing dumb. You know damn well what I'm talking about! I'm sure you don't me to clarify such for you." Eren shifted slightly, and this small amount of movement itself amused Levi.

"Brat," Levi huffed, irritation strongly laced into his tone, "if you are talking about Hanji's little situation a few hours ago, I would suggest that you let go of that occurrence. We have nothing to talk about-." He was rudely cutoff by Eren, who seemed to know little limits when it came to speaking out of rage.

"Nothing to talk about!?" Eren spat with disbelief, boldly taking a few steps closer to Levi's desk, "Look, Levi," Eren growled out the elder male's name, watching with enraged forest green eyes, Levi's facial expression as it twitched at the amount of venom added into the pronunciation of his name, "I don't get how shit runs around and about here just yet, but my skull has a brain- enough brain to understand what I saw. I don't care for it is none of my business to see how you question people, but I saw what you did there- you practically harassed her while interrogating her! You abused the fact that she has such an ugly fear for knives- for metal- and you pried the answer from her with that knowledge! The fact that you even had the guts to do that has pissed me off so much into believing that you are as low as a scum!"

Levi would have responded with a sly remark, however, upon being showed extreme derogatory, Levi hissed, his eyes shining a brilliant red for a moment, startling the young boy for a brief second. "If it is none of your business, I do not see why you are here right now. I will do anything to get the information I need to survive, and to help and protect people which hold an image of importance to me, whether it forces me to use unconditional, low methods such as harassing and abusing or not."

"Then is Hanji unimportant!?" Eren shot back, his thick eyebrows furrowing downwards as he glared at the demon, hands clenched into tight fists, his face slowly flushing with anger, "Do you think she's fucking useless!?"

"No," Levi responded, his voice raising a notch at Eren's accusation, his temper getting worse by each second his eyes met with blazing green, "of course she's of importance. She holds many things I am in need of, and though she is a messy wolf, she does several things to help contribute to keep this mansion up, and stable. She is not 'fucking useless'."

The brunet quickly took in a sharp breath of air, eyes glowing as a scowl brushed onto his face, a snarl leaving his throat, "I was talking about her as a living being, you lecher, not as a maid and slave of this household!"

Having enough of this tiresome back-and-forth bickering, Levi finally snapped, his face darkening as his iris' hue shifted from steel-like silver to a deep, rich, angered red. "Get out," he stiffly ordered the other male.

"Oh, yes sir, King Levi who is greater than all," Eren's voice dripped with pretense honey, eyes shimmering with disgust as he folded himself to form a graceful bow, "I shall ever-so obey you!"

"Get," Levi hissed, "out."

With one last tearing glare, Eren turned around and gripped at his blue cape, "If you want to 'rebuild' the relationship we have, in this case, you might not even recover it."

"I can't do such with such a difficult, misunderstanding child for a partner," Levi hissed under his breath, but his voice remained unheard by the brunet who had already left the room, slamming Levi's door closed to prove his anger. "What was I thinking when I decided this," Levi growled as he quickly went back to work.

That was a waste of his time.

As soon as Eren shot out of Levi's office room, he felt the flood of anger control him. He, being unable to resist the urge to hit something, decided that it was best to punch the wall. He cared very little for the pain which shot throughout his nerves as soon as he landed the punch onto the pale colored wall. "Fuck!" Eren cried as he began to punch the wall again, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He emphasized each swear with a punch, "I hate him," he spat, "I hate him so much." And just as he was about to land another punch to the wall, a voice stopped him.

"Eren.." Came a soft, sweet voice from his side.

He swiveled around to face the source of the voice, eyes slightly softening once he found that it was Petra. "Miss Petra," he acknowledged with a tone of voice which hid his anger.

"Come here," Petra beckoned the young male with worried honey brown eyes, her pale sickly complexion giving her a look that of a sick mother.

Eren paid heed to Petra, following her soft request for him to follow up to her. Silently, he trudged his way towards you, looking down at the floor. He didn't want to glare at her.

"Look up, and please, show me your hand," Petra's voice was soft like an angels, and it made Eren's mind slowly clear out of all rage it had before. Once Eren did as he was told, he speculated his hand. "It's bleeding and bruised now," she stated in a matter of fact tone, pink lips forming a thin line as she brushed the pads of her soft fingers onto Eren's hand as if trying to heal it. "Come with me, Eren," Petra requested once more, her eyes shining, "we shall talk."

Eren did not show hesitance. As if he was a snake charmed by a snake charmer, he did as he was told. As the female turned around to head to the medical room, Eren caught a whiff of the scent on her hair. It was gentle, feminine smell which always helped calm Eren down. It was a familiar scent.

Vanilla, he regarded silently, like Mikasa's smell.

Maybe that was why he found the scent so calming, because back in Heaven, Mikasa would usually approach him to try and calm him down after he was swallowed by a fit of rage. Most of the time, she was successful. Other times, she was not, and that was because Eren was far too mad.

"Pardon?" Petra tilted her head as she glanced over at Eren with a weary gaze.

"What?" Eren responded suddenly, slightly caught off guard. His tone came out sharper than he had thought it would, but Petra didn't seem to mind all too much. She seemed to understand.

"I thought I heard you say something along the lines of.. um, Me-something." She replied with a little laugh as she tried to remember what he said.

"Mikasa?"

"Yes, that!" She replied with unheard enthusiasm, "It sounds unfamiliar."

"It's.. my sister's name," Eren replied with a fond smile at the thought of her, memories flooding his mind to numb the anger caused by Levi, "she wasn't blood-related to me, but.. she knew how to do things right."

"..I see," the tangerine haired female replied albeit, her tone seemed somewhat forlorn.

Eren dared not ask just yet. They were not close, and although Petra did not prove to be an enemy in his eyes, they were not quite called 'friends' yet.

And so, the silence continued.

Allow me to catch up and end here. Pretty short, but.. I'm just comin' back okay?
Yes it's official, i'm an on and off writer, and this is because I want to sharpen my art skills up in any free time i have nowadays.

Notes:
I decided it wouldnt make sense to make Abyss' time function to 'post-meridian' since it's not based on earth, and i realized that it was a mistake if i had done so in any previous chapters. Especially, in Abyss, since it's kinda fucked up along with Heaven except with the moon being their source of time and light and day shit, sooo.. I tried something fancy.

I chose the words 'Post-Mortem' (still pm!) for hours after twelve(AM) and 'Ad-Mortem) (am) for hours before pm. im cool ik hahah bye

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