The toddler wakes up to the sweet sound of his mother's voice saying his name. He smiles up at his mother and whines to be picked up. She picks him up and hugs him tight.
"I love you so much, my little angel. I wish I could give you a better life." She kisses her toddlers forehead softly. She wipes a tear from her face and smiles down at the little blessing in her arms.
An angel born into hell. Azrael Roquel born at three in the morning on Christmas Day. His father didn't show up to his birth. He didn't bother to hold him once he was brought home. His father didn't want to admit he had a son. He didn't care at all about the little toddler running around him every day trying to get his attention. The toddler would cry not understanding why his father wouldn't pick him up, or why he wouldn't play with him. His father would yell at him and tell him to shut up. The toddler cried more until his mother picked him up and took him to his room. She would sing to him as she lay him down in his bed and tuck him in. The toddler stopped crying and fell asleep.
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Seasons #1
General FictionAzrael Roquel is not your average teen. He's been through hell and still has not let his past go. At only twelve years old he watched his mother be tortured to death by his father. Forced to watch, it's been forever engraved into his mind. Now at a...
