When Death Falls In Love

I Am Vengeance

The scene I enter is one of horror. It's nothing I have never seen before, but even if I've seen the worst, this still makes me very, very sad.
Blood drips from the bed onto the floor, and the man lying half naked on the cover is definitely the reason I'm here.
Several stab wounds cover his torso, but still he's not the one I'm looking at.
I ignore the soul of the man as I kneel down in front of the shivering little girl in front of me.
The child is just as bloody as the man, though I know most of it is not from her. The dress the little human is wearing is half ripped off and when my eyes travel down her tiny frame I can see blood on her thighs. I know that she has internal wounds that won't heal with time.
The child looks up at me with teary eyes and tightens her grip on her legs, that are pulled closely to her chest.
She shouldn't be able to see me. She shouldn't be able to move, since time should have stopped the moment I came here.
But still I am not that surprised.
Children unlike adults are often able to do things that no human should be able to do. I've met a few children before, who were able to see me and talk to me. They are rare, but I've seen every soul on this earth so I will meet them this way or the other.
'Hello', I whisper.
I don't reach out to her, even if I want to. I want to hug and comfort her, take the bad memories from her mind and protect her for the rest of her life. But I can't. Even if I tried to touch her, she wouldn't feel me. These special abilities of her have their limits after all.
She doesn't answer and just looks at me with scared blue eyes.
I reach out. I can't touch her, but I can still take some of her pain off her.
She flinches heavily, presses her back harder against the wall but I don't pull back. My hand glides through her legs, literally because I am not made of matter (at least that's what I think) , and into her stomach reaching for the wounds you can't see from the outside. I can't explain how I heal her wounds. I once asked one my brothers, one of the few questions I ever asked them, how I am able to heal but not touch. But he didn't answer, just like they never answered me.
Then I pull away, feeling guilty for not healing all of her wounds, but I know if I do that there won't be a proof of what he'd done to her. But I made sure her physical wounds won't remain for the rest of her life.
'He will never hurt you ever again', I promise her. Then I stand up, but before I can turn away she speaks up.
'Are you an angel?' Her voice his quiet and broken and I smile sadly at her.
'I don't know', I answer honestly.
Finally I turn around to face the lifeless body. The smile and softness on my face disappear and a cruel snarl comes out of my mouth.
I lean down to grip the soul of the man, that is still inside of its vessel, and pull it out forcefully.
The body remains motionless, but the soul sreams and squirms in pain of being forced out of its body.
'You will wish you were never created after I'm done with you.', I hiss and then I throw the soul into the darkness that is my home.