I Become A Mob Character In A Novel

[Samael Ashwood's POV]

It's been some time since Mother has gone to confront Lord Ashwood. I somehow sent others to rest due to the earlier outburst of Mother's mana.

"Samael, You should rest too you didn't rest since you came back from the dungeon." Well, Except for Liliana, who was sitting by my side rubbing her face on my neck area and inhaling my scent in a comforting manner. Her presence was a soothing balm to my weary soul, her soft touch grounding me amidst the chaos that had engulfed our lives.

"I will rest soon, Liliana," I promised, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "But I need to ensure everything is in order first."

Liliana sighed, her worry evident in her eyes. "You're carrying too much, Samael. We all are. But you don't have to bear it alone."

Her words resonated deeply within me, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, we had each other. "I know," I said softly, pulling her closer. "But I can't help but feel responsible. For you, for Mother, for Sionna… for everyone."

"We're a family, Samael. We face these challenges together," Liliana said firmly. "And right now, what we need most is for you to rest and regain your strength. We'll handle things here."

I looked into her eyes, seeing the determination and love that had always been our anchor. Reluctantly, I nodded. "Alright, I'll rest. But call me if anything happens."

"Of course," she replied with a reassuring smile.

As I made my way to my chambers, I couldn't shake fatigue because, since the day I transmigrated into this novel world, I just rushed and rushed too many things one after another as if looking to distract from something... something sinister... trying to suppress those memories-

The memories hit me like a wave, crashing over my already burdened mind. It had been an impulsive act of rage and betrayal. In a fit of uncontrollable anger, I had confronted them both, my girlfriend and my best friend, the people I had trusted the most. The look of shock and fear in their eyes haunted me, their pleas for mercy echoing in my ears. I hadn't given them a chance.

The aftermath was a blur, a haze of blood and regret. And then... the transmigration. A second chance, or perhaps a cruel twist of fate.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts as I reached my chambers. The room was dimly lit, a haven of calm compared to the storm raging in my mind. I collapsed onto the bed, the weight of my actions and the responsibilities in this new world pressing down on me. Closing my eyes, I tried to focus on the present, on the family that needed me, on the promises I had to keep.

"Samael," a soft voice called from the doorway. I looked up to see Sionna standing there, her eyes filled with concern.

"Come in, Sionna," I said, forcing a smile.

She approached hesitantly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm fine," I lied, reaching out to take her hand. "Just... tired."

She nodded, understanding more than I said. "You've been through so much. We all have. But we can't afford to lose you, Samael. You're the heart of this family."

Her words were a balm to my soul, her presence a reminder of why I fought so hard. "Thank you, Sionna," I said softly. "I'll rest, I promise."

"Make some space," She said as I just smiled and shifted enough for her to slide into the covers. she immediately wriggled in my arms putting her head on my chest as her wolf ears glazed my face softly.

I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing as she settled against me. The warmth and comfort of her presence eased the tension in my muscles, allowing me to relax for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

"Ever since you came back, it feels like everything is falling apart," Sionna murmured, her voice muffled against my chest. "But when you're here, it also feels like everything will be okay."

"I wish I could do more," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "I feel like I'm always one step behind, always reacting instead of planning."

"You're doing everything you can," she reassured me, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on my arm. "None of us could have foreseen the chaos that followed. But you're here now, and that's what matters."

As her words sank in, I realized how much I had been pushing myself to the brink, trying to fix everything alone. It was time to trust in my family, to lean on them as they leaned on me.

"Thank you, Sionna," I said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I needed to hear that."

We lay there in silence for a while, the weight of our worries slowly lifting in the quiet of the night. The room's dim light cast a soft glow, creating a cocoon of safety around us.

"I think it's time for all of us to start healing," I said finally. "We can't keep fighting battles alone. We're stronger together."

"Together," she echoed, her voice filled with determination. "We'll face whatever comes next as a family."

"Family..." I whispered as my eyes closed and soon sleep caught me, pulling me into a deep, dreamless slumber... or so I thought.

***

I opened my eyes to find myself in a familiar yet unfamiliar place. Because instead of the darkness-like state, the scene changed to a tropical beach-like paradise with turquoise waters gently lapping against golden sands. The air was warm and filled with the scent of exotic flowers, and the sky above was a brilliant shade of blue with fluffy white clouds drifting lazily by.

My Soul Space.

And of course, a lazy-looking friendly neighborhood Soul King chilling on a folding chair with some sort of drink in one hand and a relaxed expression on his face which immediately turned into a scowl as he sensed my presence.

"Ah, Samael Ashwood," the Soul King greeted me, his tone warm but with a hint of seriousness. "Welcome back. It seems you've been through quite a tumultuous time."

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension in his presence. "Yes, it's been... challenging."

"Well, who doesn't, right?" the Soul King said with a wry smile, his tone lightening. "Life has a way of throwing us into storms we never expected."

I couldn't help but chuckle softly, despite the weight on my shoulders. "I suppose that's true."

"Brat, get to the point already. Not even eighteen and talking like a broken hero," Soul King said with his scowl enlarging as he stood up from his chair, glaring at me as if he had wanted to see me for the last time in the universe.

"R-Right I wanted to talk to you for guidance," I said while tightly shutting my eyes and taking a deep breath.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA~ AAAHHH! THIS IS THE BEST JOKE I EVER HEARD!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA~ TAKING GUIDANCE FROM THE ONE WHO WAS CALLED PSYCHOPATH, MADNESS INCARNATE AND MANY MORE!!!"

I hesitated, unsure how to respond to the Soul King's sudden outburst. His laughter echoed in the serene surroundings of my Soul Space, a stark contrast to the peace I had expected.

"Soul King," I began cautiously, "I know you have a... colorful reputation. But you also have knowledge and wisdom that could help me understand what I'm facing."

He stopped laughing abruptly, his expression turning serious as he regarded me with a piercing gaze. "You're not wrong, kid. I've seen my fair share of chaos and despair. I can't help you with anything but I can only give you one advice, Always have someone who can keep you grounded otherwise you might lose yourself."

The Soul King's words resonated deeply within me, echoing in the quiet of my Soul Space. His unexpected advice struck a chord, reminding me of Liliana, Sionna, and the grounding influence they had on me amidst the turmoil.

"I understand," I said slowly, letting his words sink in. "Thank you, Soul King."

He nodded once, a gesture of acknowledgment that seemed to carry more weight than his usual demeanor. "Remember, Samael Ashwood, you have people who care about you deeply. They're your strength."

With those parting words, the scene around us began to fade, the tropical paradise melting into darkness as my Soul Space shifted back to its usual state. I found myself back in my dimly lit chambers, the echoes of the Soul King's advice lingering in my mind.

As I lay there, contemplating his words, a sense of clarity began to emerge. I wasn't alone in this journey. Liliana, Sionna, and my family were my anchors, keeping me grounded amidst the chaos. They were my strength, and I needed to lean on them more, not just for support but for guidance and reassurance.

The weight of responsibility didn't feel as burdensome now. Instead, it felt like a shared burden, one we carried together as a family. It was a comforting thought, knowing that I wasn't fighting this battle alone.

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[To Be Continued]

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