Thanatos: Reaper of Souls

4. Exonerate

When I was fifteen, my mother touched me for the first time. I was still a wee reptile, barely standing to her waist when she laid me in her bed and had her way.

The next day she'd been so apologetic. I couldn't bear to see her beating herself up: I just wanted her to smile again. When I was twenty, now considered a preteen among the reptiles, I had my first child with my mother. Our baby girl was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Her ink black hair reached her narrow shoulders and tapered in a wide V down her hunched back. We named her Yyla and my baby girl died the second she went to sleep.

After that, I swore against allowing mother to touch me. 

To lose a child - I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy. Not even the feeling of having my arms torn from their sockets and my eyes gouged from their shallow home could compare to the intensity of seeing your child die. 

So after that, I stayed away. But by twenty-three, mother birthed twins. They died the next morning.

At thirty: a boy whom not even his umbilical cord showed mercy to his thin neck.

Thirty-two: another boy. Stillborn.

Thirty-four: Triplets. The biggest ate her sisters in the womb and her stomach exploded.

Finally, we had a daughter. She lives to this day. Ink black hair just like our little girl Yyla and large black eyes with red pupils. My little angel. 

Seeing my sperm covering my mother's legs made me hope that we could have another successful birth despite how wrong this all was. 

I propped myself against a wall and used it to reach the door. The muffled sounds of a crying baby reached my ears as I tried to move faster but the sharp pains kept me at a snail's pace. In the main room, my brother sat on the torn rug balling his eyes out. His rows of dagger teeth gleamed in the sunlight with how wide his mouth was. Blood dribbled along his cheeks which he swiped at and screamed louder.

"Shh, Kolru." I swaddled him in my arms. "Don't touch your eyes."

"Hurts!" 

His entire cheeks were blood red. I swiped at his under lash but more red tears kept leaking out.

"It will stop if you stop. Open your eyes for me." 

"Hurts hurts!" He whimpered. "Want papa!"

"Papa's right there but you'll only see him if you open your eyes for me." I cooed.

"Papa?"

"Yes, papa." My heart clenched.

Kolru squinted before peaking. Raven eyes bore into the roof as his lip quivered. 

"Okay, now blink fast." 

While he blinked, I'd lick the blood away until his eyes were clean, just sore.

"Papa!" He bound out of my arms and darted across the room. He swerved around the gaping floor and lept over the broken table into the large chair in the corner. He hugged the old skeleton and giggled.

"Papa, I big boy!" He giggled. "Story?" He paused as if the skeleton could speak. "Story!"

He'd laugh at the silent jokes and gasps and the speechless words. My heart wanted to cave. 

"Kolru, where's Yylyla?" I asked. 

"Bridge."

"Again!" I groaned. My baby girl was going to be the death of me. "Do you know why?"

"Feed fish."

I could feel a headache blooming between my eyes. I glanced at my leg. 

Just she waits till I get my hands on her.

A/N

Soo hi again?

This will be the final chapter for this week - The next will be on Monday but it depends on how patient I am, to be honest (>U<) 

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~Lilith