*Discontinued* Cursed

Roman (Ch.53)

"No no no no no no." Virgil held me tighter and tighter as the rain poured down. "Not this. Please, not this. Roman, please." His pain literally warped his voice and I could feel myself breaking. Still, I held him tight and refused to move. He had to see this. He HAD to mourn. The only way I knew how to help him was... was to break him first. "RoMaN pLeAsE! NoT ThIs!"

"Father?!" Virgil's nails dug into my back as he pushed himself further into me. "Fath..."

"S-Stop... m-make it s-stop. Please... R-Roman. I can't... I can't." I couldn't stop the tears that fell from my eyes. "I can't... I ca..." His breath hitched and I tensed up seeing him scrunch up in pain.

"Virgil?" His breathing was getting labored as he clung to me for dear life.

"It hurts. It hurt, Roman. I... I don't want to... I don't want to hurt. I don't want to be here." 

"Men, Women, and all the Elves I know are out there..." He wasn't looking. He wasn't watching and I sure as hell wasn't going to make him. As long as he was FEELING he didn't need to. He cried into my with no end in sight and I broke. It was heartbreaking, but it was what he needed. Seeing the man up on the stage made my blood boil. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to hurt him and my great grandfather. The later more than anything. He caused the man I loved so much pain. He looked at Virgil with such hate you'd only reserve for evil so dark it tainted EVERYTHING... they way I now look at him... the look I have when I think of Grandfather. "As you may already know... We are at war." Virgil shook in my arms as I carefully lead him closer. He listened letting his body move with mine despite the broken gasps and sobs that escaped him. The king stood there tied to the post proud as any Royal even in the face of death. Even as the man before him treated his execution as entertainment. The king didn't even do anything wrong. This war was pointless and debilitating. We lost a great ally in the elves... for what?"This is the enemy. The Devil King himself...."

"Show him respect god damn it." I grumbled out as Virgil started to choke. I hate it. I hated it so much. Just as much as the first time I saw it. "His name is King Koren Sanders... not the devil king."

"R-Ro...man..." I sighed holding the man I loved even tighter as he slowly looked over at his father. His eyes glowed so brightly against his shadowy skin as he struggled to breathe at all. "D-Dad..."

"I may be the enemy but do not belittle my title by refusing my name. Let me die with honor." I could feel as Virgil's body tensed up. I knew what he was going to before the tought even crossed his mind. The moment the man dropped the torch he took off running. He ran up to the pyre with this look that... honesty, it really could kill. It tore your heart in such a way your body couldn't handle it. It cut you up from the inside till you were nothing but puree.

"DAD!" I slowly made my way over to him again as he fell to his knees. Logically he could not do anything. This was a memory. He couldn't change what happened and he knew that. So instead he just sat there and watched.  His hand reached out towards the fire and I carefully pulled into mine. "Why?" He never looked over at me but I knew he was expecting me to answer... or just... hoping I had one. "Why did they have to do this? My father was a good man. Why?"

"Honestly, Virgil... Humans are the worst." His eyes narrowed as I pulled him in a bit. It was sick. We were just sitting here watching the flames burn bright as if it were a campfire and not the atrocity it really was. "Humans are capable of so much. Many hug tight to the dark. The fear... the pain... the seven deadly sins." I half laughed and frowned as it turned into a broken sigh. "Human's are... they are the worst."

"Not all..." His voice was quiet as he pulled away. "Every race has darkness, Roman. Look at what mine did to yours... D-Did to Patton..." He tried to calm his breathing as he stared at the flames. I could feel how his energy dipped a bit signaling he was trying to reign his emotions in and I grabbed his hand startling him out of his concentration.

"You need to feel it."

"It hurts, Roman. I don't want to feel it. I want... I just want to leave." 

"Virgil, please trust me." He frowned as he hugged himself a bit and shook.

"E-Ex..." His voice cracked cutting himself off and he tensed up some more. "E-Ex cin-n... ere r-re... r-re..." I didn't know what he was trying to say bt I could see the pure unabated pain he had in doing so. "... ren... nasci-i." He glanced over at me and my heart lurched. I smiled sadly as I placed my forehead on his.

"Ex cinere renasci." His eyes went wide and I smiled a little more. Even if I didn't speak Latin, I could feel the weight those worlds held. I knew how much they meant... and how much he needed to say them... how much he prayed to hear me say them. "A parte beatus donec iterum conveniant." He latched on to me so tightly we both nearly tumbled off the podium. It wasn't exactly hard to remember every time I heard him say that in a memory. He was breaking... I could tell. The problem was, he was still not letting himself feel. He was trying really hard to hold it in. So... "Virgil what's your happiest memory of your mother... and brother."

*Ex cinere renasci -From the ashes grow (When I had put it into the translator I put something like from the ashes you're reborn. but I can't quite remember so... this was what it gave me back when I reversed the translation lolz)

*A parte beatus donec iterum conveniant-A blessed part till we meet again (I do remember what I put in this time lolz)