Luciano blinked up at the hunched form in front of him as he kneeled before the mortal, his hands thoughtlessly resting on his knees. His mind was still reeling from what he just told him. He… killed his own mother? This confession from the mortal, for some odd reason, knocked the wind out of his lungs. It shocked him to say the least. Perhaps it was because he never expected the mortal to ever say the words I killed her when in reference to his dead mother.
Years before the mortal even knew him, Luciano could already tell that there was a strain in the relationship between him and his mother.
