Mercury

Chapter #1

My hands kept tightening to grip to the knife that was completely bloodied, slowly retreating to my stab I pulled out the knife out of his chest. Seeing the agonizing pain in his eyes, his trembling hands, his soul being snatched from him. Leaving his body as to nothing but an object I got up glancing at my hands and him repeatedly as I shouted 'I'VE FINALLY GOTTEN MY FIRST SOUL' in the deepest chambers of my heart.

A soft murderous smile crept onto my face as I wiped human blood from my hands. Throwing the bloodied corpse of his black soul into the pit, I knew father would be proud. Walking through a glacier of blood from his corpse, I left the dark, bloodied dungeon. I called a legion of vultures & birds to come pluck the flesh off his body, to show father evidence of my first ever Act of Kindness. The flock following me through wherever I went, at last seeing father, they dropped their wings landing on coal black rocks.

As I saw my father's smile and widened eyes, peace spread across the commotion of my heart.

My blood brother, I sensed his presence as I was still in the mortal world.

"Kill your brother in the most painful way! The most agonizing way." My father said in low voice, as my mother grinned from behind. My eyes shot with blood as I remembered the only individual among us who owned a soul, My brother.

The interpretation of owning a soul - You can be killed. In the Immortal Earth, my home, souls are meant to be tortured, they're supposed to be in unbearable pain and terror, in every breath that the soul dares to take.

My brother, he will die, And I will kill him, tearing his body apart.

I looked at the ground coming apart, indicating us that it's time to return back home. As much I want to kill any human who causes harm on Mortal Earth, equally enough I want to know - The Reason.

Entering my father's cave, I gazed at his shelf where he keeps a record of how he killed humans written in that particular's blood, from the first soul he took till date. Opening an old rusty steel box kept beside the stone palates, I stabbed myself in the center of my eye, with a dagger. The dagger has the privilege to be more valuable than me, for my father at the least, I hope I am not jealous by the second.

White blood running through my face, I looked at myself in the mirror, "I miss my red blood alot now!" I mumbled to myself, but loud enough for my father to listen to it.

"When the egg of the tiny black ant shakes, the sound reaches to my ears. I hear all" My father said as he stood leaning at the entrance of his cave, giggling. "I am sure you should be knowing that by now, son."

I took out a loud single breathe and grinned. "Probably the reason you have even worse bags under your eyes than when red blood circulated through you." I combated.

"You're aging, son." He replied with nothing in mind to counter me.

"Father, why do the people of Mortal Earth faint at the sight of their own blood. Yet, examine creatures with white blood?" Sister came barging in the cave with a suicidal cut on her wrist.

"That 'creature' has a name - Cockroach." He said in an annoyed tone. "And stop cutting your wrist for no apparent reason. You will die."

"Say that to a human." She mocked.

"Pretty much calling yourself a cockroach, father." I added to the conversation.

Placing the dagger back where it belongs, I noticed father looking at me with the corner of his eye. Realizing his dagger in my hand was the cause if his stare.

Sister gave me a firm hand on the back, as she whispered to me "Something sure is strange." I agreed to her statement.

As I was exiting the cave, "Sister doesn't need to be involved in case of brother." I said to father while passing through him in a low voice. He evidently disagreed to my statement, I couldn't convince him as sister was present there. I needed to wait for a time when father and me were alone.

"Son."

"Yeah?"

"Underestimating anyone, is an act of the weak." He said to me with a firm eye contact, yet he had a smile on his lips.

I looked away from father, sensing sister getting undoubtedly more suspicious. I glanced at my sister and slightly narrowed my eyes, and then bringing them back to the floor.

I left the cave leaving them to their own conversation. It's obvious to me that I don't underestimate sister, she is dangerous. Perhaps, the most dangerous. There is a gram of fear in me, I doubt the reason to it.

She is my older sister, yet she has given me the most horrific fractions of time in life.

I walked down the cave hall with my eyes closed and felt my stabbed eye which was healed to the nerve.

What is pain? It is surely something I never felt even when I was human, my older brother protected me. He never allowed even an ant crawl onto me at night, always protected me - With his life. He never let me feel what "pain" was like. It is frustrating, in the hour of the present he is the individual I want to see in wounds of extruciating order.

Opening my eyes at the sight of my cave, I fetched my record and with the blood of him I carefully wrote the mortal's name with his own blood. My first eve-

There was a sudden blackout! I struggled for sight, dropping the record I turned to every direction, only to find black. I felt my spirit shake and tremble, my hands being crushed. It wasn't pain that I was experiencing. It was fear. I knew it was illusionary. I knew I shouldn't race up, but I did.

I felt my hands being taken into something, feeling the outer skin being ripped off, it wouldn't affect me. My spirit shook, shook extravagantly I had a split thought I was being torn. I could feel every inch of me being dragged into a place I didn't belong to.

Not knowing how to use my eyes, being in such intense fear, I dropped down. My knees weren't in my control anymore. They were being controlled by my fear. I forced my crumbling knees to stand, every attempt I tried turned futile. Does this even happen to immortals? Does danger even strike immortals?

I sensed him!

Stopping the circulation of my blood, I focused my blood only to my hands, ensuring every drop of white blood to be at my hands. Making holes in them using the intense pressure of blood flow and force. He lost his grip to me, blood making my hands slippery. I fought the illusionary fear.

Breathing heavily, clenching my teeth, bringing my blood back to normal circulation, my head facing down while my eyes were at him. He intended to harm me, that's all I knew.

I said with low voice, close to a whisper. "Father....."

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