Destiny

Chapter-11

Author's pov

" Why is everyone leaving me?" Freya hiccuped. " Mom..........Dad......"

Azazel broke the hug. Grabbing her arms, he said," Calm down. Listen to me."

His voice was gentle and sympathetic. The way she was sobbing moved something inside him. For a few seconds, he kept aside his bitterness towards her.

" I don't want to live anymore. I just want to die. The only people who loved me truly are no more. I just want to be with them," Freya continued chanting like a kid while shedding tears.

" Listen to me. Hey, calm down," Azazel held her face gently.

Azazel tried his best to calm her down, but no words were working on her. She kept hiccuping.

He started losing his patience because of her continuous sobbing. He couldn't take her mourning for her parents anymore since his experience with his parents were least pleasing. He was annoyed how she was chanting for death. He felt her behaviour extremely childish.

" Shut up," Azazel screamed.

Freya jumped a little bit by his sudden scream but still continued sobbing.

He screamed at the top of his lungs," Shut the fuck up, you dumb woman."

Freya was taken aback by his sudden outburst. She stopped hiccuping. However, silent tears continued to roll down her cheeks.

" Why are you such a crybaby?" Azazel sounded pissed off. " Someone murdered your parents so you decided to die!"

He grabbed her arms tightly," If you die then who will avenge your parents? Do you want to give up like a coward, Huh! If I was in your situation......"

Pausing for a second, he continued," Well, I am already in your situation. I never thought of killing myself. No one can take my soul away until I punish the person who murdered my only source of happiness, My Cynthia."

Freya was speechless by his words. She kept blinking her eyes.

" The other day you tried to commit suicide and now you are talking about dying! Why are you so weak?" Azazel questioned.

Freya mumbled," I hate myself for being a pathetic weak woman."

The sadness in her face didn’t go unnoticed by Azazel.

" Listen to me carefully," he made her look into his eyes. " This world is a shitty place and no one will shed a single drop of tear for you even if you die. So, learn to be strong and care for yourself. Love yourself," Azazel said. Freya listened to him with astonishment. 

He suggested her," Instead of thinking about death, think about the murder of your parents. Think about that murderer. Promise your parents that you will avenge them."

" And, how exactly am I going to avenge my parents while you are keeping me here as a hostage?" Freya questioned him while wiping away her tears.

Azazel could feel the anger and despair in her voice. He didn’t know what he should answer her.

" My parents are murdered. I don’t know who killed them. There is no guarantee that the next target won't be my brother," Freya's voice cracked. " Please, let me go. I have to save my brother," Freya pleaded joining her hands.

Azazel listened to her in silence. After observing her face for some time he left the room silently. As usual, he locked the door behind letting Freya sink into grief. 

The Next day

Sitting beside the window Freya was watching outside aimlessly. Her parents' memories started flashing in front of her eyes. The last time she met them was her wedding day. If she knew something like this would happen, she might not have left her home.