At the rise of dawn, he leaves the house that used to be his own.
His wings are now way past the limits of his muscular back. Their ash color absorbs the lights of the coming sun, reducing them into nothingness, not letting a single ray reach the bare skin of his lower back. He made sure to change out of his bloody white shirt before leaving. Not that he cared what humans thought of him, he just didn't like filth, per say.
I hid my face in my hands when I saw the murder. I already read it in his letter. I did not need to witness my own mother's death twice. Noah hugged me the tightest he could, until I begged for him to stop, until I couldn't breathe anymore. His feelings reached out to me just as his arms did, trying desperately to keep me from a truth I did not want to accept: my father was the most twisted man in the universe.
We float along with him, our consciousness omnipresent in the demon's mind, sensing every pulse of boredom taking over him. He is getting restless. He knows he has been awakened for a reason, yet, he does not know it. The frustration stings our skin like wild bees, making our hearts beat faster, our ears flow despite themselves on our transparent cheeks.
Where is he headed? He does not know. We do not know. The houses are still sleeping in the quiet town. You can only hear the shy chirping of birds, greeting the trees. A faint smell of chocolate reaches our nostrils when we go past a certain house, and as we look up, we notice that the lights are already open: the mother must be cooking breakfast already.
Fractions of a faraway memory pop up deep in our consciousness, bringing a feeling of familiarity along with it. Yet, the demon brushes it away. He does not care about family right now. He only needs to know why he has been awakened, and how to make the universe regret what it has done to him.
The smell of chocolate intensifies greatly, driving our attention away from the boiling thoughts inside the demon's mind. We look back at the house, and I realize it isn't just any house.
It's Fukushima's Orphanage. Where I grew up.
Aoki-sensei must be baking croissants for the little kids, just like every morning. Noah's hand squeezes mine in alarm. This could be the key to my past. I want to tell him to get inside. I want to tell him to go meet my old teacher. Go! I scream at him. Go that way! I point at the house, impatiently jumping up and down, helplessly glaring at Belleth's back.
Noah stifles a laugh, and I get surprised how good it makes me feel, whenever he smiles or laughs because of me. Despite the horror we're living, we are in this together. I want to kiss him, but this isn't the time. Noah points at the demon.
Miraculously, he turns back, makes his way to the threshold of the Orphanage. My heart suddenly starts to beat faster in my chest, my legs unable to hold me still.
We're so close. So close. How is Aoki going to react ?
We wait. Five minutes pass by, an eternity.
Then, hurried footsteps down the stairs. An annoyed voice muttering curses.
"Who in the Core dares to come bang at my door at this h--"
The door opens, and we gaze at an older version of Aoki-sensei. Her face is more wrinkled, her skin takes the color of poison under her tired half-closed eyes. Has she gotten younger ever since she met Belleth?
We don't feel the same power she emanated when we first met her, on the day she fake-burned the house and threatened to kill Noah and me.
Belleth knows it, so we know it too. She feels human. She has not yet turned back.
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The Voodoo Doll
Fantasy[COMPLETED] Noah is a boy who was raised by demons all his life. He has the ability to commit perfect crimes by using voodoo dolls and killing with them. He was taught ever since he was young to show no mercy to his enemies. Yet, because of his unu...
