21 parts Ongoing Mature~Aeron (Celtic mythology)- god of slaughter~
Layla Williams had her hands buried in every crease of my heart since we were children. I thought I could protect her from everything, until our parents dragged us into hell.
Spending two years in the depths of it to protect her was nothing.
Becoming a blood thirsty monster was nothing.
The only hard part is to drag us out I muss not look back.
And we all know how the myth ends.
~Layla (Arabic)- night, dark beauty~
I never claimed to know pain, I never had to, I had Aeron to take all of it away.
My other half, my lifeline.
Then he left, and I stayed behind, entangled in our parents twisted games. And I was sure that was raw, consuming pain.
Until he came back, shell of a boy I used to know better than myself, foreign, dangerous, oblivious to my existence.
The pain I felt then was unearthly, I was in hell.