Rey De-Heavens (English)

12.5

Addressing the patiently waiting old man:

"Great Wise Wizard, I ask you to please help them."

After nodding his head, the old man with his hands folded behind his back descended walking in the direction of the little ones.

The vampire kept the following words to herself, as she recalled the past:

"This remorse I feel despite having lived so long...". Maryam felt guilty. "A bond is not the solution to escape from forbidden habits and temptations. A friendship would not correct the damaged bond. A relationship would not fix our friendship. One marriage was not going to repair our relationship and one child would not save our marriage, let alone three... I knew it! I always knew it and yet I did it because it was my chance!".

She also wept inside the giant as she remembered that other vampiress who had conquered Wulfgang's heart. "I hope, my child, that you can forgive me. That you can forgive this mother who kept for herself your most precious treasure." Slashing as many enemies as she could with her sword, she continued to talk to herself looking at her husband. "This marriage was the price of my freedom. Oh! Another compromising word, isn't it, Wulfgang? I who always longed to be free, am the biggest hypocrite in this story."

After smacking her cheeks with her open hands, she changed her gaze, wiped away her tears and puffed out her chest; she continued speaking as if reminding herself of something important: "Maryam! There is no value in emotions; love, trust, happiness and friendship are just useful tools to use and manipulate. I am not allowed to repent. They can't point out my mistakes either, not now that they are the kind of weapon needed to be able to survive in a world that would celebrate their deaths, a world where, if necessary, they will have to kill the people they love the most before they kill them. Now that they have known what it is to die, the alteration, the commotion, the restlessness, the exaltation, the uneasiness, the fear... now that they have gone through the initiation, let those who dare to stand in the way of my children be prepared. I hope that humans will choose a god they think is the most just if they want to wage war."

...

The three little ones stood up. Jhades and Dante, glad to have survived, ignored the fact that they had died for a few seconds. More than ignoring, they had learned that death was nothing special to them. To die was simply to rest in peace. In a life where pain translates into suffering, death had represented to them the absence of pain, so it also resulted in the absence of suffering. Rey, on the other hand, with bated breaths from crying, was hugging against his chest something somewhat fleshy, covered in soot and ashes, what he assumed to be a fur. That one who never had the chance to leave life, did not understand what his brothers. Perhaps for that very reason he felt so guilty about what was happening.

The more the white eyes saw, the more the mind ignored everything in the surroundings and plunged into an abyss of darkness. Inside Rey, a solitary mirror reflected the boy's mood, a neutral one; eyes open, observant of all that was happening. The falling of this delicate reflective object where there was no floor coined the permanence of the damage being caused. Another noisy sound of breaking glass ensued, another and another and another. One for each new feeling that could exist in the personality of someone emotionally unstable. Colorful negatives became the image that reflected the little one, images that no longer reflected the same face. Within each and every one of the hundreds of pieces, there was now a reflection of its own, independent of the others. As many pieces as expressions could make a face. Expressions manipulated by emotions that became chains that momentarily clamored as a prisoner to the body and will of Rey, who refused to let go.

One of the two floating balls appeared inside Rey; it also rang in the echo of so many crystals to ask:

"How to react?"