Recording number 2: '' Mother"

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(this text is long, so for a better experience I recommend you to dare a quiet and somber music in the background to be able to get in the mood of the recording and enjoy more of her experience, I say that a good reading ^^)


Recording number 2: '' Mother"

"Even I gave you the light, even I brought you from the emptiness of death into the light of life. Diavolo! You are not my son!"

Recently I have caught myself thinking about my past, but specifically about my childhood and how it defined what I would be in the future, it is funny to think that a mere baby born to a prisoner who was supposed to have gotten pregnant without a father, would give the world one that would be above all including outside its field of a universe. Yet the road that I have walked to get where I am has not been easy and I would say that I have even died more than once during this walk.

When I started my investigation and research about my alternate versions, I realized that despite being mos from different worlds, our destinies from the beginning to the end were always the same, everyone was born without a father, everyone achieved a power that he was afraid to lose, and everyone died an eternal and agonizing death, it seems that my essence is the same as that of the Greek god Oedipus, I will always climb the highest of mountains to reach the top of it along with my rock, but in the end, no matter what I do, it will always fall down and I will be dragged to the bottom of the mountain's emptiness.

At least, that's what I thought, until I existed. Somehow my fate was different, I died when I was born and was resurrected by my mother who uttered the following words.

"You cannot die, I cannot let you die! You are my light, the light that I have searched and longed for in my destiny walked only by darkness. Devil, I give you this name and to you I must give the light of life, for only then will you bring me my light.

As in a magical step, a miracle happened, the dead baby was brought to a new life, after which I was transferred to a church, in which the local priest was what would be a fatherly representation for me, he told me that I was a miracle of God, one who was conceived by the light of the Holy Spirit, one who is destined to reach the divine heights and sit at God's side. I never understood those words very well at the time, but today thinking about them maybe the priest was not wrong, at least not when he said that I would reach the highest divine summit and sit next to god. In the end, I never sat next to a god, I became a god by taking a place above him...but that is another story.

What I want to focus on, is that when I turned 14, my mother was released from prison, she was transferred to the place where I was, the church provided a house and food for us, not much but enough for us to survive. My mother and I lived together for about 5 years together, since then I have worked as a handyman in that village, constantly the priest provided me with some small change to be able to pay the house bills, but our situation was not exactly stable, we lived in a poor village so there were not many resources there, still it was a life you could live if you could keep your ends together.

However, I felt that my place was not there, I wanted more, I desired more, I wanted to leave that place and be able to conquer new things that were rightfully mine, but my mother never allowed me to leave the village, she always told me:

"The time has not yet come diavolo, we must wait for the light".

I never understood what she meant by this ''light'', but being childish as I was, I just accepted and obeyed my mother. But as I was growing up, my will and greed increased more and more, I couldn't stay in that village anymore, I needed to leave that place as soon as possible, I was never meant to live in that place, I didn't accept living in those conditions, I demanded more, I wanted MORE, wasn't that my destiny? I was conceived by the Holy Spirit, I need to reach the highest of the divine heights and sit...no I must SURROUND GOD! That was what I wanted and that was what I longed for most...a new life....

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