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4 Vienice Aramon

Trigger warning: minor gore and death

_Vienice Aramon_

"Vienice, my love..." his mother called to him sweetly. He felt the soft stroke of her hand on his cheek. He heard birds outside. Was it springtime already? Winter had been so long... sometimes the season felt like it would never end.

"Vienice..." He heard her call again, but when he opened his eyes, she was not there. Perhaps she was calling him over for breakfast with Anne, his older sister.

Vienice got up from his bed and made his way to the kitchen. He had his own bedroom, though he used to share with his sister when they were younger. Anne was a kind girl but it was clear to him that she didn't like him. He figured it was the 5 year age gap that separated them. He rounded the hallway and walked into the kitchen. "Mother?" he called out.

She revealed herself, and approached him with a smile. "Vienice," She said happily, coming to hold his face in her hands. "My lovely, lovely boy."

The boy mustered up a smile in response, unsure what to say. His mother kept smiling at him- in fact, it grew in size- almost painfully so. "My live boy... the solution to my life. My savior... my boy.. MY boy..." her smile was fading now- melting even.

His violet eyes widened at his mother's behavior and tried to pull away from her when her grip got tighter and started to hurt him. No matter how hard he tried to pull away however, her grip was tight on his face and it felt like she was going to pop his head off.

"Vienice my boy..." Her voice seemed to slow, deepen almost as her nails dug into the sides of his head. He started to struggle, to push against her in attempts to get away. "Vienice... Vienice..." She repeated his name over and over, her voice shaking in that slow deepened tone. He felt his usually slow heartbeat stir in his chest, starting to beat faster as he pushed against her and attempted to rip her hands from his head.

"Mother, let go of me!" he yelled at her now, afraid to hurt her in his attempts to gain freedom.

"Vienice!" She screamed back at him, black liquid falling from her melting mouth. The same happened to her eyes, nose and ears. It was as if her head was a pot of sludge with leaking holes. "Vienice you are the most shameful thing!" She screeched at him. "You are a monster! A devils boy! You bring shame to this family!" Her words were sporadic and she was stumbling over them as if she had so much to say that she wanted to say it all at the same time.

She sputtered and then did what he thought was choking before more black liquid fell from her, flooding from her mouth. Her grip on his head loosened and he found himself ripping away from her, his eyes heavyset, afraid to look away from the scene. "Your sister is dead because of you! A wrong deal made with the devil! It is all your fault that there are more rumors of me! Your fault that your father commits adultery! You are a curse! A bane upon this family! You are a bastard in every eye that ever blinks. The devils son!"

Vienice was breathing heavily now, his hands curling into tight fists and then uncurling again. She had said these things to him before, it was not uncommon for her to switch from a loving mother to a cruel one. But for some reason, he couldn't control his temper. He couldn't stop himself from being hurt- from being angry. The boy rarely got angry- but he had never been this mad before.

He went to attack her but as soon as he did, everything went black. For a moment, everything was black and motionless- silent with nothing. He tried to wave a hand in front of his face but there was nothing. He wasn't even sure he could feel his hand. A thought came to him now. Was this death? A void of nothing? His answer came too soon. This place did not stay black for too long.

The next thing he saw was red. It was only red for a long moment, but soon his senses came to him. Violet eyes gazed up at a red sky, the clouds an even darker red, why the moon was a pale red- a pink color. He had never seen such a thing. Looking down, his breath caught in his throat.