My brother is an asshole.
He's a selfish, stupid, unbelievably unrealistic asshole.
I was ready to die, I was ready to go, to leave this life, this fucking miserable life that has brought me nothing but bad luck. No friends, no home.
No peace.
He took the stupid decision of letting an angel in me. A possession.. by an angel.. an angel who didn't even said who the hell he really was! And what for? Because he couldn't do it alone.
This is my life, it's cursed but it's mine. This is my body, and that was my choice to make, and he just threw that through the window and didn't care about anything but himself and his own feelings, like mine didn't matter.
He thinks he did me a favor, saying that I would do the same if places were switched, little did he know that I wanted to go, I didn't want to deal with this life, this job, or his stupid obsession to do what he thinks is right.
I've had enough of his selfishness, I'm done with him taking control of stuff he shouldn't have a hand in. If he wants to do the job, then let's do the job, but I don't want to be a brother to someone who can't even give me the simple right to leave when I decide to, because if places were actually switched I will let him go, I won't betray my brother by letting him be taken over by an angel I know no shit about.
And that is how it is, this is how it will be.
...
My brother..
My brother is dead.
My brother is dead and I don't know what to do.
He died in my arms, and I couldn't save him, couldn't stop the pain, I couldn't tell him that he was going to be okay and really mean it, because it wasn't. Nothing was okay.
I saw him get stabbed in the heart, and I couldn't catch the person who did it, I couldn't catch him and strangle him to death for what he did to my brother.
My brother died, and all he thought was that I was okay with it, that I don't give a damn about what happens to him, that I won't be by his side because.. because I said I don't want to be his brothers with him anymore.
"I'm proud of us" He told me, with a bloody smile like it was nothing, like nothing hurts or worries him anymore, like he was okay with dying because of what the mark did to him.
But I wasn't.
I want to tell him that I am sorry, that I didn't mean what I said, that the whole angry attitude was just an act, that I will never exchange being brothers with him with anything in the world. I want to tell him that I understand why he did what he did, that we can past through this, like we always did with all the issued we've been against.
But it's all just.. Too little too late.
...
My brother is in trouble.
After all the things we've been through in the last year or so, after waking up from the dead as a demon, after curing him, after the witnessing all the effects the Mark of Cain has on him, I've never seen my brother so lost, helpless, not after he killed Cain.
My brother came out of that fight as I left him, as a whole, with his soul, no demon or angel possessing him, but he was different.
The look in his eyes was different.
He wants to ask for help but it's like he was going to break to pieces before he does.
I know there's something he's not telling me, I know it and no act of denial, no lie nor a goofy smile from him can shake that thought away from my head, I know my brother, and I know him when he looks like he's given up even when he tries his best not to show me so.
But I'm not giving up, I'm not going to lose my brother to a stupid tattoo that he can't get rid of. I don't care how much or how long it will take, I'll pull him out of this, and I'll have the fighter I know he is back, I'll get my hero, my brother, back.