A glimmering heat spreads throughout the house - Aldritch upon summoning his creature and depleting some time familiarizing himself with this world.
Embracing the persona of a curious explorer,
Aldritch desired to explore the world where his first unit was raised, What does he do all day? What made him worthy to be his retainer? That's what he wishes to observe with his own eyes.
in the guise of being productive while the viking was slumbering in his room,
The door was opened by his very own hands and observing what seems to be a living room with a clean slate while brightly shining due to the campfire that were lay down in the middle.
Aldritch glimpse at another room that seems to be carefully cleaned and was overwhelmed by lots of pelts and trophy of seemingly various beasts and creatures -
The owner of this house seems to be quite proud of their son's achievements, assumingly it was the case.
Aldritch continued his investigation, until he stumbled upon a woman that were shorter than him-
But mumbling peacefully like the fairies in a green lust forest.
" Ah, you're here. Did he gave you a lot of trouble? "
The sound of sharpened knife cutting into the vegetable, blended into the solemn and warmth atmosphere.
A smell of spices - a feeling of empathy was enveloping this kitchen, preparing on her next meal for the boy that were greatest joy in her life.
' How did she see me? '
Aldritch was alarmed, although he didn't felt threatened -
He has sense this familiarity before, yes it was a 'mother's worries' that he was used to before.
Upon realizing this sensation, he relaxed momentary before nodding to the woman that did not turn her back and wore a warm smile toward the process of cooking.
" I see, i hope you'ill take care of him, he's a sensitive boy. "
" But you probably want to hear more about him and me right? "
The woman humming in between her remarks finished cutting the vegetable and putting it all in the homemade pot that were on the roaring bonfire.
Turning to Aldritch, he was faced with the woman and realized something crutial that gave him a goosebump.
The woman's eyes was lifeless and the light white was replaced with charcoal black, her silver pupil were an indication of her void peering-sight.
" It's my honor for have this scar - although i cannot see myself anymore, i'm able to percieve the life around me and the future that is to come.
" My role is steadily going to end, would you care to entertain listening the tale of this small and insignificant person? "
Yrel resumed her conversation, despite not getting any responses.
A knowing there was someone that were going to listen to her penance.
There was an entity that she has been awaiting for all these years.
" A long time ago, there was a devoted believer. "
" Although she wasn't free from suffering, she was hard working and believe in a god - we were happy then. "
" To celebrate the great one was our pride and meaning in life, "
" Until one faithful day, our beliefs were challenged by those who were devoted in others than us...and they decided to purge our beliefs and the devoted peace we've had. "
" My first sin was abandoning my people to that inferno of zealous purge, the cost was my sight of this world. "
" But just as my last remaining life in this world was about to end. "
" A heartbeat and cries of suffering resurface and prolonged my flesh that were about to die - i crawled and digged with my bloodied hands for that woe... "
"...And i had discovered my new purpose and enlightenment. "
Yrel continued to muttered of the past, as if it were her happiest moment,
She didn't stutter nor interrupt herself by the overflowing emotions that harbored and dwelled within her.
She felt so happy to speak for herself.
The tale continued - Aldritch listened with care and respect as the woman speaks of the tale that seems so tragic yet longing for those times.
When the boy spoke of her name the first time.
When the boy wore the helm that represent his will to protect her and everyone.
When the boy returned from his very first hunt.
When the boy call her 'mother' every morning.
When the boy...no longer cry in pain, but happiness.
And finally, when she awaiting the day he lived in happiness when she passed on the torch to someone else.
A quiet and solitary loveliness lingered in the air - A shadowy Aldritch were assisting a mother with spices and recipes, the soup was hot and becoming tastier by the day.
She whispered nothing but tales of bright tommorow to the listener that did not belong in this world, but nonetheless was a dear friend.
It was a kind dream that Aldritch wished it never end, but he knew that the future has to happen eventually - Thus he remembered this fondly and engrave it in his heart, she wasn't important to the world.
But to him, she was the one who made him cared about it - therefore she were a great mother to a great son.
" O Great Tyrant, please remember us. 'The Ragged Childrens' - we may not exist anymore, but our silence carries the weight of our deeds. "
" As for my son, his name... "
Yrel declared and muttered it with all her affection and blessings, the name of his future summon...nay, his major unit from now on.
**
A vision of inferno enveloped his senses, the viking who returned home were met with a sight more traumatic than any fear or beasts he had slain...
His mother buried underneath the pile of hell-like kindlings that crushed the warm body and encaged the life that had pat his shoulders him many times,
He instantly rushed toward the sight before being stupefy by a waning command that shook his fiber of existence.
" Jigmeh...my boy, save her and leave. "
Yrel pleaded with bleeding eyes and crumbling skin - her body was wretched by the staking kindling that pierce and charred her limbs and veins, the last remaining hope to survive.
In spite of that, with her dying breath - there was only one figure that kept her conciousness chained to the living,
The young maiden that were proning there unconcious and about to be consumed by the infernal torment that were about to follow.
" But...moder, i cannot allow you to perish! Our family have to survive, that...that's my oath- "
The Slayer grimace and grit his teeth - he was confused and conflicted upon his misfortune to be this powerless and worthless!
" Jigmeh! The family is now you. It wasn't always about me, the villagers - but instead it's you now, boy... "
Yrel empathized with her ragged and raspy breath beneath her scolding and worrying remarks -
She pointed at the boy and continued her final lesson with no regards to her own torment with a bloodshot determination.
" Boy, this is your mother's first and final request... "
" Live with no fear, die with love. "
She coughed upon the powerless and lifeless vessel - her whole body that spreads flame were dark as night and it was clear that her life was on a thread of reaper's scythe.
" Moder... I will heed your wisdom, i'm sorry. "
The Viking clearly was taken aback and dejected from being rejected by his own mother for the first time...
He embraced his fiancee and glance back at his dying mother for the eternal final time.
" I'm home... "
He muttered with regrets and bitterness as he leaped out of the crumbling building that sealed the fate of Yrel.
" Welcome back, home... Jigmeh. "
Yrel muttered under her low breath with little to last energy, to continue keeping herself awake.
In those last moments, she couldn't smile nor cry.
She recalled on that this day would eventally come and it would be a new beginning for her loved one.
'This will be my final sin - though my own selfish wish that i could comfort the boy. '
She mused to her own thoughts as the hazardly crumbling ichor of ruined home that finally gave in and buried her existence along with years of memories.
**
Hands dirtied by dirt and ashes - the tomb i carved with my own will were agonizing to me.
With my final plea, i asked the God on why is everything cruel to my mother?
She didn't do anything wrongly to deserve such a fate,
Why do i have to suffer all of this?
Her body were ashes as i gave laid her down to rest...
I couldn't fathom the reason on my remaining existence without her.
I glared at the last person who stood by my side, an indescribable existence that did not utter in human tongue.
' You are a human, '
' Do ask yourself why do you fear - Slayer of Monsters? '
A booming whisper entered my head, an entopy of madness and symphony that shuttered my resolve.
" Why it is asking me that? "
I wanted to retort but i couldn't find the valor me once wore, the helm were wet and felt cold... i cannot answer the creature.
' You have the strength, you fear none. Yet you're bowing. '
The 'God' continued, it wasn't belittling him - he's judging his heart, what was left of the me who has lost his home?
" I HAVE BOWED TO NONE! Yet...my mother was killed by those sirens, "
" What have could have done to prevent such cowardice? "
He roared with all his wrath and regrets in mind attempting to resist the weakness in the clutching chest,
But it only dragged and drown myself further with guilt and self doubt. A tide of endless turmoil that the Slayer do not have the strength to overcome on his own...
But as if the monster in that void had embraced him, it told him what he wanted to hear.
' You fear the loss, you fear your humanity - but you never considered life itself. '
' Slayer of Monsters, heed her words- '
' Live with no fear, die with love. '
' You are what left of her memories and that's why it should never fear to live a life of your own whims, not even the undying can belittle it! '
' The gods won't save you, but i Aldritch will be there to witness your life at the end of times, Jigmeh. '
' Have pride that history happened and push forward to the future!'
Water...
No it was his own tears that flowed through his vision as the depth of lies became shallow as the sun that risen over his veil of darkness.
His knee fell as the faceless self wallowed and weeped in front of this creature that spoke to his disfigured and mortified soul.
'Modor, i have finally found the second person to kneel for again...'