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Alberu was finally at his wits end. He was an illegitimate child of the wealthy Crossman family. A family that had been a prominent figure within the entertainment industry for decades, Roan Co. Alberu was not allowed to take his family's last name, yet those selfish sons of bitches still made him fight to be the heir.
It was exhausting.
The disdain in his fathers, Zed's, eyes at meetings.
His brothers snickers.
It wasnt his fault their father was a lustful bastard who couldnt keep it in his pants. Why was he being blamed for something he had no control over.
Not only that, but now he was in debt.
Severe debt.
Alberu wasnt irresponsible with his money. Not at all. He was a cautious man and always made sure his investments were secure and not scammers.
This debt was due to someone pulling the strings. For sure. Whether it was one of his brothers or someone else in the industry trying to drag him down, he wasnt sure.
But what he did know was that he was in deep shit.
So far everything he tried went to the trash. Investments were denied, loans, even half time jobs wouldnt take him in.
It'd also be a cold day in hell before he'd ask Zed for help.
So he did what any reasonable and sane person would do.
He began looking into gods.
Alberu was an agnostic person. He didnt deny the existence of gods, but its not like he believes they exist either. He's the type of man who wont believe it until he sees it, and gods arent really beings who feel the need to prove themselves.
It was the only thing left he could think of.
A God of wealth. Not too strong or worshipped. Definitely not one in their prime. A small God who'd appreciate his worship and grant him some cash. Thats all he needed. Most books proved useless. All of them major Gods like The Sun God Angelina or the God of Death. Both of which he didnt necessarily like the sound of.. Weeks wnet by with nothing. Until in the corner of the last library he tried, a shabby journal. Something he'd usually gloss over, but he was drawn to it. He looked at the author, it was written by someone he'd never heard of, Clopeh Sekka.... He couldnt resist opening the fragile cover with gentle hands.
Inside, it spoke about a forgotten god. A god that was by no means in their prime, but that didnt mean their strength had dwindled. No. Rather it was increasing.
A God of Wealth and Trickery.
Very rarely worshipped anymore due to hiding themselves away because it was annoying.
This god was exactly what Alberu needed. Though the 'trickery' part deterred him a bit, he couldnt pass up this chance.
He immediately returned to his apartment after checking out the shabby book, the librarian himself, a young man with long white hair and sparkling green eyes; much too attractive to be working here, was strangely excited seeing the book get checked out... It left a bad taste in Alberu's mouth
Knelt on his floor, he set up a small alter, just as the book instructed. Candles of vanilla or lavender. Not too extravagant but not too dull. A small coin placed beneath the candles.... and cookies...?
Alberu looked at his work.
"This is ridiculous..."
All he could do now was wait to see if the God accepted.. If they did, he'd start praying.. If not.. Then this was a scam...
A day had passed... Surprisingly..
The coin was gone, the cookies had also disappeared.. The candles completely burnt out despite Alberu extinguishing the flame
Had a rat been in here? It wasnt unlikely... He had had them before...
Yet this was happening daily.. Everytime he'd replace the items on the alter, the next day they'd be gone.
The 5th time this happened, Alberu came to a realisation.
Was the God responding????
No way... right..?
There was only one way to find out..
He replaced the offerings again with fresh candles and cookies and began to pray. Not too much.
'just a sign.. Something unnatural to happen. Thats all i need from you. Please..'
A few days later, Aberu finally decided to leave the house.. he was hungry and had nothing but cookies in his fridge. Time to go shopping.. for someone other than a potential god..
He didnt buy much, he couldnt buy much.. A triage of children ran past him giggling and shouting as they played.. Each one was unique in appearance. The tallest and oldest, a young girl with silver hair,no older than 8. A young boy, around 6 years old with unnaturally red hair, not ginger, red, held the hand of likely the yongest boy. Pitch black hair with a hint of blue, no older than 4. The two older kids had amber eyes, the youngest clear deep blue eyes. Children blessed with the looks. They could be models...
Alberu was a man of his industry through and through... He was a little bit ashamed.. He wasnt really paying attention as he wallowed in his own mind. Not realising that a small rambuctious child had placed himself right in front of him.
"Hey mister! Dont ignore me!"
"Huh?"
"Hmph! Mister! Is that all you're buying?!" The chubby little face was focused on the items in Alberu's hands. His voice much too loud for someone his size. "You're much too skinny! You're just like my daddy!"
..What was this kid saying?? Alberu saw the two older children run up, he expected them to scold their youngest..
"Hm? My! Mister you're too skinny! You need to buy more than that!" The red haired boy chirped.
"Papa says food is the best! Why arent you getting more?"
Unfortunately, the older children were still young kids... Alberu felt a wave of defeat that he had to tell these kids he couldnt afford more..
"I cant afford anymore kiddos"
"Oh! Then!"
All three children rummaged through their pockets and shoved little bags into his hands individually.
"Take this!"
"W-wait- I cant take this?"
The kids giggled and ran off, shouting as they left "See you soon mister! Our papa will like you!!!"
Alberu was left stupefied.. He had just been given money by children whos ages didnt even add up to his own.. He had taken childrens pocket money..
He had to return it..
Opening one of the pouches to take a look if there was any identification, he almost had a heart attack at the amount inside...
There was enough cash to pay his rent for half a year in this pouch... Suddenly he was afraid to look in the others, he figured they'd have the same.. He seriously couldnt keep them..
He returned the bags to security and left with his original purchase... What an odd occurrence.. Who would give that much money to children....?
The man was about half way home when he saw a pair of kittens run across the street, already unusual, they werent naturally coloured.. One was silver, the other red. They stopped and looked back at Alberu before scampering away again. When he lifted his gaze, his eyes met familiar amber eyes.
The children from earlier.
The little girl spoke with too much maturity for her small age.
"Why didnt you use it?"
"Listen.. Im desperate for money but i cant use a child's pocket money.."
"Hm?" The smallest one's face twisted in confusion. "That wasnt our pocket money."
...Did they try to give him their money taken from their dad..?
The little red haired spoke up too "Yeah! That was way too little? Our pocket money is more than that! We found that money under the sofa and papa said we could keep it!"
The black haired boy giggled "Loose change!"
..Alberu wanted to pass away. That was merely loose change to them... What a world..
The silver haired girl spoke up again. "Hm.. Well.. Mister, we have to go now." She bowed slightly and grabbed her brothers? hands, before disappearing though.
"Mister, werent you expecting something?"
..Huh???
The girls words rang in Alberu's mind the entire way home.. Was he expecting something? He wasnt the type to forget these things..
Unlocking his door, hsi eyes fell on a familiar scene.. His alter...
Wait.
He had asked for an unnatural occurrence as a sign right..? Those children were completely unnatural. From their appearance, to the money, to their oddly specific timing for showing up.. not only that the two kittens who looked eerily similar to the two eldest children..
Was.. this the sign?
Kneeling back at his alter, he quickly flipped through the book. If that really was the god confirming his existence...
He could summon him...
Right?
He quickly set everything up with strange excitement.
He closed his eyes, praying for the God to descend...
The air turned cold.
A loud crash startled Alberu.
Upon the alter, someone was there..
Beautiful.
Elegant.
Ethereal.
and...
"What the fuck?"
...Foul mouthed..
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Cale. A model and CEO that dominated the entertainment industry. He was adopted by the president of Haben Entertainment, Eruhaben, the biggest company, when he was just 8 years old. From then on, he was a golden spoon.
With his naturally eye-catching appearance, he rose in popularity fast. Blazing red hair which reached his shoulders. Pale skin, unblemished and untainted. A slim, fragile build, but he was tall. Reddish brown eyes hidden beneath long lashes and flawlessly shaped eyebrows. A lax demeanor. Everything about him was attractive.
He was famous for being a slacker. But as much as he was a slacker, any of his work, whether it be his photoshoots or office work and management. It was all flawless. Meticulously done to perfection. He was crass and had a vulgar mouth, but no one could say anything when he did the work of an entire company himself.
He was endlessly affectionate with his family. He had adopted 3 young children and taken them in, just like Eruhaben had done with him. The childrens names nor appearance was not public, for their own safety. They were an international treasure, a secret waiting to be revealed. Yet no one tried to find out who tehy were.
Because Cale was merciless. Even without his backing, he could easily obliterate anyone or any company that tried to go against him. He had already caused many companies to fall after they tried to take advantage of him.
Another unknown about that family. Was their last names. No one knew their surname. Hell, no one even knows where Cale came from. Eruhaben never spoke of where he adopted him, but the paperwork was legit, same with the model's children.
Of course, the people in question paid no mind to this...
Right now... Cale was napping. At least he was trying..
There were three obnoxiously loud children running around.
"Raon. Ohn. Hong." Cale's voice was low and tired.
"Papa!" A red haired child excitedly chirped
"Lemon gramps! Daddy's awake!!!" A chubby faced 4 year old squealed
"Were we too loud papa..?" A silver haired little girl seemed a bit remorseful.
"mn.. No its fine.." The red head sat up.. He couldnt scold these three... They deserved to play as much as they wished after the lives they had lived before he took them in. His gaze wandered and landed on something..
"Cookies?"
"Ah! We dont know where they came from! But theyre delicious!"
..Odd... it was likely Ron...
"Hm? Young Master, did you buy cookies for the children?"
"I thought you brought them Ron?"
"Excuse me?"
....Where the fuck did these cookies come from??
They all reckoned itd be a one time occurence... but it wasnt..
Everyday a plate of cookies would appear. No matter where Cale was. The same brand. The same amount.. The same damn plate. He might aswell have a new cutlery set at this point.
Along with the cookies, a sweet scent. A mix of vanilla and lavender, similar to the red heads cologne but just a bit more like vanilla, would linger, even if he didnt put any on. It was rather disturbing.
Cale didnt notice but small coins would also be scattered..
Even overseas. Even on a damn plane. Thats right. The magical cookies had appeared even when he was abroad on a shoot. Now he was gazing at a familiar plate on his way back home.
Someone had to fucking with him. Was Eruhaben messing with him?
Or was it Choi Han sending his gifts again.
Whatever. They tasted good and werent poison. They were pleasantly sweet. Much to his tastes.
He grabbed on and began to eat it, staring at the clouds.. A few more hours and he'd be home.
The model abruptly became dizzy and his entire scenery changed.
He was no longer in his comfortable lounge chair on his jet.
He landed flat on his ass onto a hard surface.
A table?
He was suddenly in an incredibly shabby apartment. Candles were lit, letting out an eerily familiar scent.. A plate of cookies, also much too familiar..
He looked around, his eyes resting on a person who looked like he was praying... he was looking at Cale with sparkling eyes... which soon turned to horror, same with Cale.
A man with tan skin, deep brown hair and similarly coloured eyes..
"What the fuck?!"
Alberu was mortified.. Hadnt he summoned a God?!
Why was THE Cale of Haben entertainment suddenly here??!!!!!!!