War of Souls

Chapter 6

Damien P.O.V

I had arrived very late last night, due to the business I handle. When I got home, everything was dark, I guess everyone had already gone to sleep except me, Caleb and Elías are like my brothers despite not having the same blood, upon entering At home they both said goodbye and went to their rooms, so I was going up the stairs when suddenly I heard a melody.

I followed the sound of the melody until I reached a room that had not been opened in years, the room where my mother played the violin for my father, as well as lullabies for me. The door was ajar so I walked in and saw her, her long hair fell down her back moving with the wind and she was still in her uniform, the moonlight made her look beautiful, she was so focused on her ballad playing my violin mother.
I am prohibited from entering this room because it always reminds me of my mother.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask.

"I saw the door and it didn't have a lock, so I went in to clean it," she said, putting down the violin.

"Give me the violin," I demanded.

She stood paralyzed holding the violin.

"Give me the violin, maybe you're deaf!" I shouted.

She immediately gave me the violin. "Surely Angelica forgot to lock this room," I said, looking at the window without turning to see her.

"Leave" I said angrily. I could still see her standing there in the reflection of the window, no one had ever played my mother's violin before.

"Get out and never come into this room again, understood!" I shouted. Watching leave the room, closing the door behind her, the last thing he heard before she closed the door. "Yes sir."

The darkness in the room consumes me, I sit on the edge of the bed that was in the room and I look at the violin that I am holding in my hand and I trace my fingers over the initials of my mother. Amelia Ortega, my father's guardian angel. I still remember the melody that she played for me when I was little, I miss it every fucking day of my life and so does my father.

I still remember the talk I had with my father the day he handed over the position of boss to me, the day he retired from the business.

"Son, I hope one day you find your guardian angel," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Angels don't belong in our world, Dad, what we do always ends in misfortune, blood and death," I said seriously.

"A demon, whether he likes it or not, always has a winged angel bringing him back to reality, regardless of your past and in the same way they have a hint of devil, I put the 80% angel-20% devil, a woman who is not afraid to challenge you to be your equal," he said with a smile.

"I don't think I'll find that angel, but I don't know what destiny brings," he said, taking my whiskey.

"You will have found your angel when you realize her mere presence could illuminate an entire room, she is unique since she carries qualities that no woman will have, her smile alone will calm your storm when the hard times come, she will have something particular that attracts her" I could notice a sparkle in his eyes when he spoke as if he were remembering my mother.

"Keep in mind that in this life you will live many experiences, you will meet many women, that's how this dark world we live in works, but once you find your angel, nothing else will matter to you, your only thought will be her, her form. being, her way of walking, her look. Her body. Everything about her will be captured in your memory and you will not be able to think of any woman who was not her," he said.

At that time I didn't understand what she was referring to, but now at 24 years old I understand it, I have had many women, but only for pleasure and nothing more until I saw her that day.