Ángel Oscuro's Redemption

Farewell

As she embarked on her final sojourn in this eathly realm, every fiber of me was consumed by an indescribable anguish, an insufferable agony that tore through my heart like a bloodthirsty predator. Tenderly carrying her towards her grave, shattered the fragments of my existence into a million irreparable shards. As the various mafias congregated, their sympathetic gestures seemingly vast oceans of compassion, I remained impervious to their condolences. Their feigned empathy was a blasphemous mockery to the profound connection we once upon a time shared, oblivious to the depth of my anguish.

My mind, still ensnared in disbelief, and my body a mere vessel striving to comprehend the irreversibility of our separation, could not extricate itself from the eternal gaze upon her final resting place. And in the midst of this desolation, not a single member of her own kin graced the somber occasion. With a scorching ache engulfing my throat, every breath felt like a dagger piercing my soul, as I stood there in a frozen surrender. In the darkest corners of my existence, I clung desperately to a silver hope, willing her to awaken from this cruel eternal sleep.

But destiny chose to mock our hearts, to unleash its malevolence without mercy. I found myself standing in the wretchedness of reality. Before my anguished eyes, the vessel disguised as her final home, descended into the earthly abyss, a mausoleum encapsulating all that was left of my cherished love. Emotions swirled me, how could I summon the strength to depart, knowing that beneath that suffocating soil was her body, abandoned and cold within as little as a box?

I took the symbol of an unfulfilled promise, a ring meant to bind our souls together, and placed it delicately upon the surface of her coffin. A tender kiss upon the cold wood, and my voice, choked with unspeakable grief, scarcely murmured, "perhaps, just maybe in another lifetime."
I remained rooted to the ground, watching as the vessel of her eternal rest descended further into the gaping mouth of this earth.

Time, like molasses, moved with agonizing leisure, as if mocking the shards of my shattered heart. Yet, I couldn't bear to abandon her to the depths alone. I lingered, entangled in a turbulent tempest of agony, as my tears mingled with the soil that greedily claimed her presence. If only I realized earlier that love cannot be bought with money, that it is not a commodity to be traded in for power, perhaps I could have held on to one thing money couldn't buy - Dilara Cosima. Alas, I learned the hard way that a man may possess all the wealth in the world, yet still be impoverished without love in his heart.

Throughout my existence, I've witnessed countless of souls praying in my presence, driven by fear. And yet, have they ever stopped to ponder: who has ever extended a prayer for the devil, in search of salvation? Who has had the compassion to embrace the one sinner who needed it the most? She tamed a beast and made him love. Her passion for art made me want to be an artist too. And yet, I feared visiting a museum with her, afraid they'd keep her, calling her a masterpiece.