The light before my eyes unfolded relentlessly, a glow almost sacred amidst the chaos. There was something inhuman about its intensity, like a mocking peace forever beyond my reach. My body refused to respond. I could feel the adrenaline that once drove me dissipating, taking with it the last vestiges of strength I had left.
As I lay on the parched grass, I could hear his voice. Raindrops struck my face, seeping into my skin like a distant whisper, like a memory of better times. In the distance, the sky seemed to paint one final lament.
My tears, barely visible amidst the mud and blood covering my face, fell silently. Something was broken within me—an invisible wound that bitterly reminded me of past mistakes. Amid this disarray, I heard the voice of that individual speaking to me. The familiarity of his tone, once shrouded in madness, now carried an unsettling calm.
"You know," he muttered, almost to himself, "I actually liked you. If I could do it over again, I would have put that damn rat in your place. But there's no solid evidence to convict anyone else instead of you. Your simplicity, your base thoughts, your selfish interests and, above all, the carelessness of your thoughts toward your parents brought me here. Who am I to judge you?" His voice rang with an unexpected weariness, as if victory had cost him more than he was willing to admit. Then, turning his gaze back to the darkness, he added in an almost inaudible tone, "Nothing makes any sense..... Perhaps it is better this way. Your death will be peaceful, painless."
It was true—my chest, instead of pain, felt warm, as if a single candle flickered within me.
His words pierced me deeper than any wound could. An avalanche of memories overwhelmed me—images of my parents, my real parents, emerged in my mind like torment. Why? Why had I allowed hatred to poison everything that had once been good? My chest burned with a silent remorse so powerful that the physical pain paled in comparison.
The darkness began to close in around me. Time seemed to slow, almost stand still, as I watched that figure walk away. One last time, I heard his whisper: "Rest." I watched him vanish into a clearing, a place as foreign and distant as the peace that would never come to me.
That was the last thing I registered before darkness fully embraced me. In that void, I understood that the light—the hope I had once sought—would never appear. Only eternal silence remained, cold and empty, waiting without promises.
***
We all have a purpose we long to fulfill—something that, no matter how insignificant it may seem, gives meaning to our existence. For some, this purpose is a hollow joke; for others, it is the pillar that sustains their every day. But those who have lost their way, who wander in search of stability, find in that longing something essential, a silent, consuming need.
Aziel raised his gaze, a shadow of bitterness in his eyes, and murmured, almost to himself, "What nonsense… I should have ended it all from the beginning. That way, I wouldn't feel like this now. All of this feels like a game… like some cursed game of gods where we're nothing more than pieces. Forgive me, God." His trembling hands rose in a gesture of supplication, an image that, despite its fragility, carried a profound plea. It was almost as if he expected an answer from the dark heavens above, silently watching and judging him.
For a moment, the weight of his own words hung in the air. It was both a prayer and a complaint, an attempt to understand the senselessness of his actions, a bitter mockery of his desires, and perhaps of himself. "You're the one responsible for all this." Aziel closed his eyes, and his face took on the expression of someone caught between regret and resignation, unable to find true solace in his own actions.
"The rain should've stopped by now…" Aziel muttered as he moved forward slowly. The wound on his face began to fade, leaving behind a faint, almost ethereal smoke that dissipated into the air. Even though the rain had ceased, something in his gaze still reflected that storm; every step he took left a trace behind.
All the while, his mind remained adrift in scattered thoughts, finding neither clarity nor direction. He wandered aimlessly, absorbed in the chaos of his own confusion, his steps echoing his inner turmoil. "Everything is… burned," he murmured with a tone of sorrow and disillusionment. His words were barely audible, yet they carried a bitter truth.
In a fleeting moment, he stopped, surveying the desolate scene before him. Deep in his heart, he might have held onto a faint hope of finding something familiar—a home untouched, waiting to welcome him. But what stretched out before him was a landscape of devastation, marked not only by recent fire but also by years of neglect.
"I used to love this plant… If I were ten again, I could bring it back to what it once was," Aziel whispered as he gently touched a charred flower. At the slightest touch, it crumbled into ashes between his fingers. As he moved forward, he noticed remnants of life—small animals reduced to stillness—and silence broken only by his own footsteps. He let out a faint sigh as he approached the door of a house that had once offered him refuge and a renewed sense of hope.
"Why a human?" he wondered aloud.
With a push, he opened the door and stepped into what remained of that familiar space. He looked around, as if searching for something to take with him—a symbol of what the place had once meant. But every empty corner returned only echoes of memories shared with the woman who had shown him some small measure of compassion in this life.
He picked up a worn, faded garment, clear evidence of the passage of time and the poverty that had marked this place. Draping it over his shoulders for warmth, he cast one last glance at the house's interior before heading toward the door. Just as he was about to step through, a sound broke the silence: a soft cry, the faint wail of a baby pleading for sustenance, begging him not to leave.
"Oh… You're still alive?" Aziel murmured. A flicker of surprise crossed his face before a smile formed. It held a trace of satisfaction but also something defiant. His voice, though barely audible, reached the fragile creature that, against all odds, still drew breath.
END
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This was like a prologue for me, it was a warm up for what's to come. Maybe the publications were almost uploaded in a month. But behind those publications comes a work of months; there are mistakes in some texts, words that are wrong; the reason is the quick translation I did. If you see any detail that you didn't understand, just comment, so I can fix it myself.
Continuing: Thank you seriously for reading. Next I will upload the work in Spanish and, in a few days or weeks, I will upload the only or the starting point of the work.
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