Undercare|| Fyozai

•Chapter eleven

Fyodor opens his eyes weakly, blinking a few times to get used to the brightness of the room that he hasnt seen so much.

"Good morning, dear." A very familiar voice speaks, making Fyodor body get up as an reflexs, then he looks to the side to the owner of the voice, next to his bed, smiling calmly at him. "Good morning Mother."

Fyodor's mother smiles wider and warmer with no warmness coming. But thats what Fyodor is used to. He did this for countless years, hundred of years even. And he isnt even overdoing it. Having your whole family unkillable is this is. His father calls it being 'God's chosen one's' thats why they must take responciblity and lead those weak humans to the right path that God wanted them to follow.

So, as useal, Mother leaves the room witout another word. So Fyodor can dress and pray for an good hour or so, where Fyodor counts becouse his Father said time and date were not importent or real in the path of God, having an excuse to breake all the clocks in the hause and the vilige where no sinners live to see another day.

Fyodor connects his hands together infront of him in an prayer pose as he walks trough the long, long halls that makes sounds like they ere about to collaspt any second but Fyodor knows its bot going to happen becouse it hasnt for an good 100 years so why it should happen now or anytime? Oh. His Father would not be happy if he found out Fyodor kept counting days.

But the always-young boy finaly enters the big dinner room where he is met with his older brother, and his scars. Oh scars are everywhere. But it wasnt Fyodor's fault. He said to Miheal not to do it and anger The Great Lord but Miheal never obeyed. Never smart enough. His head lower and eyes dark, staring holes at the ground, his body keeping his head low from the fear of his Father even he forgave Miheal and bathed him in water a week ago, Miheal was still too scared to move. So for now, just for now, Fyodor ignores his older brother to not get in trouble too and sits next to his mother, patiently waiting. Waiting—

—waiting for the corpse at the head of the table to move, to give any sign to let them start eating. At the biggest and fanciest chair in the room sits his Father, his dear Father. And as he stares in to wherever his dead eyes land to, a fly finaly rooms around the rotting corpse, begging to be a part of the land under humanities feet, but their Mother never let him rest. She says their Father's soul is right there becouse they are the chosen one's. And the fly lands on the dead mans open eye, an sight he saw so many times. There is silent. But its so loud that it can make Fyodor's ears bleed. Or let Miheal finaly take breath.

And finaly, oh finaly becouse Fyodor's stomach couldnt handle another 2 days witout food, the fly's small and umimportent moves cause the corpse's head to creak a little lower and suddenly their Mother takes a deep breath of pure relief and happiness, an holy peace in her face. She smacks her hands together as she closes her eyes and speaks with happiness, making Miheal fling so slightly.

"Oh thank you for another day, My Lord! My prayers and the prayers of the innocent may crush ever sinner to hell, My Lord. And now i may keep living under your will, My Lord!"

She speaks as if she is having an bless. The happiest moment of her life. But everytime his Father's corpse gives a sign to them, Mother always acts like its the happiesnt moment of her life. Even before Father was dead and he was an living man. Everytime he gave a nod, letting them know they can eat too, Mother would make the same speech.

Once years ago she said, only when the Lord gives you the right to eat, you eat. Only when the Lord gives you the right to speak, you speak. Only when the Lord gives you the right to sin, you can sin. Thats why i killed your Father, she said.

"Eat." ,she says.

First Fyodor looks at his brother for how he is doing. The familitary of the speech seems to give him some sort of comfort or something becouse Miheal is finaly has the courge to look up, to Fyodor. Seeing his older brother, Fyodor forces an smile to his lips and his lips speaking but no words come out 'Eat' ,he says. Their Mother looking at them wordlessly, eyes prying for a mistake. But a warm and sad gratefull smile spreads across his lips and with a very soft nod he leans, like a scared cat, nervously trying to sallow down and drink the soup.