Something was hurting. It wasn't clear what. Something was soft. He wasn't sure what. Something was wet. It was also warm. A sharp pain. Then a blurry memory. And a hatred for the world appeared.
'Brother! Can we go to the Mortal World once?'
A dream that should've never been dreamt.
'Of course, I'll bring you there.'
A promise that should've never been made.
'Really? You're the best!'
'And you're the only one I have left. No matter what I'll grant your wish.'
And an aspiration that should've never been sought.
It all ended in death and darkness. Forgiving? No one.
He wouldn't forgive anyone. Especially not the council families. A simple request that has been granted to everyone else but denied to him.
'Brother, it hurts. I don't want-' a pair of eyes that desperately held onto life but finally, the hand fell to the ground.
