Rey De-Heavens (English)

10.3

The seriousness and gentleness disguised well the guilt, regret and depression that the little one without a surname had inside him and chose not to let overcome. Despite his characteristic immaturity, Ehimus could see something that the other two could not. The skins of a dead animal, the motives and a persevering look from Rey reminded him of the tragedy suffered by necromancers. The history of necromancers was sad because the best ones were those who never had the chance to bring back to life the one they needed and time always made such work more difficult. Ehimus remembered, from the stories her brother gave her to read when she was unable to move, that there is a kind of residual life force that survives after death. That vitality remains in the corpse in a dormant state and can be used to revive it, but time increasingly gobbles up more and more of this bit of vitality.

On the other hand, Dante felt that his brother was hiding something by not addressing him. It wasn't as if he could believe that was all the "troublemaker" in the family had to tell either, and more so to Ehimus. "That he didn't try to escape? That there is no pride in defeating a guardian of Paradise? That he is still alive?" thought the wolf cub, who needed to know more. Therefore, he put himself first and pushing Ehimus, who was trying to say something, faced his brother without a surname to try to make him recognize that there were things to tell.

Rey's eyes did not behave like Jhades'; they seemed to confront the wolf that stood in his way. Ehimus and Jhades made an intimidating impression when they saw the sharp gaze that Rey had used to almost freeze the environment. As if fire and the edge of a sword had collided against each other, the wolf understood that his own brother was confronting him for being the leader, while the young hybrid was given the task of observing the inside of the red eyes until he literally saw a fiery flame burning inside that dark well that was the pupil. A flame that was not at all similar to that of his father, but it did awaken memories.

Rey remembered Wulfgang's words at a similar moment: "You have noticed the decadent flame that radiates will through my gaze, haven't you?" at dawn on the fourth day, when Wulfgang routinely came to visit him. The red-eyed, sad-looking father would sit talking to his son. "Every time you look into my eyes, you seem to be wondering why. I welcome your curiosity and I know you're not doing it for evil, although I want you to be aware that if you stare into someone's eyes, it could be interpreted as confrontation rather than curiosity. I will tell you that each individual carries his own world, one that he exposes to the outside through the eyes."

At the same moment Dante was talking, claiming and questioning, but Rey was still immersed in the past. "Seeing it is not difficult. Although they say the flame is the entrance guarded by darkness, it is also the perfect reflection of the will and the heart. If you pay attention, you can see how feelings can come to affect the brightness of something pure. In my case it is sadness...I am aware." Rey remembered asking his father a question, "Good question, the flame in my eyes is the result of living to meet the expectations of others. They all called me God. Ironic, isn't it? If I were one...the reflection of my will, and the feelings in my heart wouldn't be in such a pathetic state as this would they?" Another question fired Rey at his father: "Where is happiness? ... I'm afraid the answer won't give you the best direction to find it. It's better if you ask yourself what's keeping you from it? On the other hand, to become an adult is also to learn that happiness is to smile. We look for happiness when we are sad and, for that reason, we overcomplicate something so simple. I tell you this so you don't make my mistake or follow in my footsteps. Lift your spirits in the face of failure, my son. Even if you are wrong, don't stop trying. Do not fear to lose when you act for good, and do good deeds trusting in the outcome, without letting doubts hold you back."

Dante, exalted with the veins in his throat popping out from shouting so much:

"I tried to escape several times, but I couldn't get very far!!!! I was still weak, but I'm not like I used to be!!!" said the wolf cub, puffing out his chest, applying his gesticulations, trying to impress the one who only seemed to be looking at him seriously. "I learned many ways to survive! I became the fear of everything that pretended to scare me. To change the constitution of my body and move on in whatever way was necessary. You can't be better than me... I refuse to believe that you are stronger because you have put in so much more effort. Arggg... What? Is there nothing inside that head, you bastard? Answer when I speak to you."