81 Greatest Fear (2/2)

”Mhm.” Asrael hummed a reply. In some way, he felt himself hurting deep within. The pain was something he'd gotten used to, as his misdeeds piled up, only, it was more noticeable this time.

”Okay... bye.” And the call disconnected.

He slumped onto the bed that was positioned at the center of wall, with his face down. He groaned. It was painful, but not agonizing.

How could this happen? She was just like all the rest. She wasn't like Arius, Durante, Hazuna, or Eirik. She was a mortal.

What changed? How was it different? Had those people made him soft? What if he couldn't go through with it? He had the nagging feeling that he wouldn't be able to see her at her lowest.

If he was truly in love, if he decided not to ever hurt her, what then? Would he spend the best time of his life waiting for her to die?

Asrael knew that he, himself, was weak. If ever he decided to love a mortal, he wouldn't be able to get over their death. It would plague him for eternity, just like his mother.

What he saw that night. When Eirik had laid his palm on his shoulder, it would forever change things.

It was so very vivid. The memory built agitation in his heart.

Looking down at his own bloody hands, and then up, and to see his mother smiling so lovingly at him.

He heard her voice, 'Have you been a good big brother?'

No.

'Are you happy?'

No.

'Have you made sure Durante is well?'

No...

The next words she had spoken felt like large amounts of hail raining on a raging inferno.

'Why would you do this to him?!'

She grabbed his red covered hands and everything changed. Looking down again, and seeing the body of a young boy.

'It's your fault!'

No...

'It's your fault!'

No...!

No!

Asrael felt his breath hitch. How weird it was.He loved his mother so much, and yet his greatest fear was her coming back from the dead, only to see what he had done.