Sad sad teardrops drooped down the sides of her chin. Bewildered, confused, unreasonable, sad, heartbroken. Why? Why? Why did her son murder? Questions, questions, lumped, stacked into a ball choked with bitterness, resentment and saltiness. "Unforgivable, unforgivable, wretched, wretched being." She thought to herself. Yet nothing could be done. The wicked had prevailed. The sun had set and he was to die.
"Death, death comes to all" she reasoned.
'Atonement' she heard. Gasped. She looked around and there was no one. Not a spook of figure in the pitch dark room. "Who?" she said as she switched on the lights. Nothing was there. But the smell of burnt rotten flesh or egg lingered. A pair of sharp white teeth invisibly drooled with imaginary saliva. Having down 1 soul, it was drunk with ecstasy. Unbeknownst to it, the person was a witch. And witches are powerful. Hurt as she was, she could still sense the deathless of air, the smell of doomed and the energy shift in the room. She knew. She knew it was not an ordinary entity. Now she knows the truth that tormented her son.
"Yes. yes. Blame anyone but yourself." echoed the spirits to her brain.
She ran covered her ears with her long thick ginger white hair. "As if that would helped", cackled the spirits where only silence filled. Unbeknownst to them, it did. Such was the wisdom passed through the witches.
Siven ran, ran towards the kitchen, on the gas, poured oil on it. Soon the fire begin to swallow everything. Neighbours saw the fire and an hour later they came to see the fire swallowing the house, happily frolicking the bricks and mortar. "Mam, are you ok?" The hot and sweaty fireman asked. Perspiration dripping down his uniform. "Medic! Medic!" he shouted. A stretcher came and the woman was ambulated to the hospital. That night she had a terrible dream, an impossible dream, a dream where she saw souls, innocent souls swallowed by a dark entity with rotten and burnt flesh. "What is it? What was it?" She sprung from her bed. Her son... her son's soul was already taken. But why? She could not figure out why. She decided to pay her son a visit.