Hatred. That's the only thing my brain is able to fathom in this moment. I watched as her body lay still. Lifeless. She's dead. Her body is limp and frozen next to the wall she had been thrown at.

How could he? She was his wife yet he had killed her without hesitation. Without a second thought. My mother. She was gone for good and there was nothing I could've done besides watched.

He had tied me to a chair and forced me to watch. I stare numbly at her dead, cold body on the floor.

"How could you?.." I asked as I stared blankly at her lifeless figure. He was too busy cleaning the tool he had used to end it all, paying no mind to my remark. Tears slowly started forming, painting my cheeks lightly as they fell.

I sniffled and finally faced him. He was just finishing up and turned to me with a heartwarming smile. Faker. I scowled and mentally cursed him.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry things had to end this way. There's always a reason for things," He had stopped smiling completely and threw the knife at me. No! Not like this!

I had prayed that things don't end like this. Hoping. And as I say there, struck with fear and hatred, I watched the knife as it slowly traveled in mid-air. Making it's way towards me.

I had shut my eyes tightly together, tensing my body to brace for the painful impact. But it never happened. Out of shear curiosity, I opened my eyes.

I was eye-to-eye with the sharp object. But-.. How? I leaned a bit to my left and saw that he was frozen. With trembling breathes, I closed my eyes again, tighter than before if possible and opened them again.

Still frozen. I was panting at this point as my heart was hammering my ribcage. What is happening? Why is everything frozen? Was it me? Its not possible-

Boom. My thoughts come to a complete hault and my eyes frantically search the perimeter. There. Cautiously, the figure crept from within the shadows and emerged into the light, carefully scanning his surroundings.

Who is this guy? As if he had read my thoughts, we made eye contact. His eyes were a captivating shade of dark grey, rimmed with dark hues of purples and blues.

My heart thundered in my chest and eardrums as he curiously studied me. I watched as his eyes carefully scanned my face, lingering on my lips a bit longer.

Where did he come from? Why are we the only ones not frozen? I started to feel panicked as he made his way towards me, captivating me under his intense gaze.

Once he towered over me, he leaned down so that we were eye level. He's so much more beautiful up close. I hadn't realized his full beauty because of how breathtaking and different his eyes are. I've never seen anything like them.

"You have the gift," He finally spoke to me. "The gift only blesses those who are of Angel descent," And with that, I was out cold.

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Hey guys~ This is the first chapter to my book, Rasing Dylon, and it's been fun to be able to write again after so long. I feel confident in this book and I hope you guys enjoyed. I'll be sure to make the stories longer along the way, and make a schedule for when I post weekly chapters. Thanks for taking the time to read my story.