My salvation
Smiling at the look of incredible horror on her face, he turned his back, His long hair almost glittering in the moon light. The world seemed to turn off without him there, but maybe, just maybe, the feeling of emptiness, was the soft flow of red blood escaping from the wound in her stomach.
He moved swiftly, unsure of his intentions still. He didn't have to do this; no one has the power to make him stop, no one. So then why, when he saw the looks on every one of their shameful faces, did he feel pity, why was there a feeling in his gut that told him to stop this purge, the purge of people so impure?
It had occurred to him that day, the filthiness of his so called family, there was no difference, and he found the truth in the sea of possibilities. He was better, he always had been, he always would be. He felt pity, shame, disgust but the worst feeling was his love. No matter what he did he always new he loved them, and he knew he always would. He found a new strength in these thoughts, a detached strength, one that he found true power from, he would always have that power.
He cleared the impureness from the earth, the scar on its beautiful face. The shadows in the bright light. The devils hiding in those shadows.
He saw himself as pure, he thought he was alone, but he saw his face. The light which broke through the never ending shadows, his salvation. He could not kill him, he did not want to, he wanted to have someone like him, someone to save him, if he were to enter the darkness of the shadows.
That is why he lives, as he knows, that one day, his purity will be broken, and he will need saving, he was his saviour. His foolish little brother.