((So sorry if this is a bit confusing, FF was being a jerk and wouldn't put in lines to separate one memory from another, hope you enjoy! And this story is also on my quotev account -Victoria [DarkVincentFantasy]))
"Papa!" He smiled. It was so easy to smile around the child as the child hugged him around the waist. It felt nice, being called that. He knew that he would pass away. He was weak when it came to the heart...getting close and falling in love or forging a strong friendship. It hurt you know? Knowing that the friendships and lovers would pass on while you lived forever and stayed young. But he would cherish everything he spent with them like a lifeline. In many ways, the memories, the gifts, the kisses from his lovers, they were all his lifeline. "Papa, come play with me!" The child was looking up at him with a large smile on their young face. He couldn't remember... he couldn't remember what the child looked like... and it hurt. "Okay okay kiddo!" He laughed, ruffling the child's hair. He couldn't even remember the hair color. But he remembered the eyes. Those piercing eyes of the young one. Their eyes, though mismatched, were filled with joy and he felt like the child in front of him was looking into his soul.
The eyes... the left was pure, wine red. The other was a pure clear river blue and he loved the colors. He also knew that the child was an orphan from the slums of the city they were in. He had found this poor child at the age of two with no parents and he decided to bring him in. He loved this child as if the youngster was his own. It hurt knowing that the child looked up to him. Thought of him as a father, someone to be trusted. He was weakly dragged into the nearby forest to play his child's favorite game; Hide and Seek. He was always the Seeker in the game but he didn't mind. His child always found new hiding spots to hide in and he had fun. He felt young again. A child playing with his friends without a care in the world. "Papa, I wanna know what you do for a living!" The child, his child, was staring at him with a worried pout on that innocent face. "You always leave and when you come back, you or one of my uncles are hurt really really bad and I can't help but worry about you." The tears were running down that face as I crouched down to eye level, those eyes never leaving me as I pulled my child into a hug. "I leave to make sure you stay safe. To make sure the world stays safe and so that you can have a happy life. I'm sorry I'm always leaving, but when you're older, you'll understand." And with that, I stood up, still holding the child as I walked toward the pond I knew was there.
My child had fallen asleep sometime during the walk there and I was alone with my haunting thoughts, My child will understand once **** was older, I tried to reason with myself. But it was futile as I laid my child down on my laid-out jacket, watching the serene face of the child in front of me. That's all **** was. A child that needed protecting. My child was my everything and it pained me to know I had left **** countless times and I hated myself for it. But it's not like I could change it. As I turned toward the small pond, I felt tears sting my eyes and roll down my cheeks. It was all to painful. No matter how hard I tried to distance myself, I always crawl toward the attention and make the friends I know will die either through battle, disease or age. My child would end up like them all. My friends, my comrades, my allies, my wife, children, grandchildren and the likes. I hated all of this. I sometimes wished I could die and join them all in the afterlife...
"Papa, this is the third time this week that you came back with Uncle Rufus, injured." My child was pouting at me as I sat on the couch, silently nursing my injured thigh. Those damn demons had gotten me pretty good. I may be Immortal, but I don't have fast-healing abilities so I have to rely on medical help. "Don't worry Kiddo, it's not as bad as it looks. It'll heal," They always do, I added in my mind as an afterthought while my child, now a teen, worked on my injury. Just last year I had explained everything after a particularly serious injury I had while I was recovering. My child had demanded to know what happened and my friends Ronan and Rufus had left me alone with my child.
I remember I had a deep gash in my side, a few shallow cuts on my left cheek and an arrow through the same thigh I am treating now. Plus a broken wrist at the time and I remember that my child was in tears as **** started screaming at me after I had woken up. I had felt so guilty putting my child through that that I didn't realize I was silently crying with my face turned away. After I was feeling better, I had explained things to him, and just like I had said all those years ago, he understood. But I left out the fact I was an Immortal and wouldn't have died from my wounds, just pass out from the blood loss. But not die. If my wound is left untreated for a certain amount of time, I had discovered before I met my child, would start healing on its' own. But Ronan and Rufus didn't like all the blood my wounds would leave so we treated my wounds like any other. However, back to the situation at hand, my child was saying that he wanted to join the Grand Chase that I was apart of. I had refused, of course, but he had demanded that I allow him to join and be trained by my friends and great granddaughter. My child didn't know that Elesis was my great granddaughter, my child thought that she was my daughter, a big sister. A big, mean sister at that.
I parried the blow coming at me with my blade and shoved my child out of the way with my free hand toward Rufus whom I knew would keep my child safe, or at lease, covered for ***. I growled at the demon in front of me with a harsh glare. The demon, I remember, had sickly gray skin that stretched across its' bones, a wide, toothy grin with bloody claw-like hands that made my skin crawl. The demon had blood red, hungry eyes as it looked at me, making me shiver. A snake-like tongue lolled out of the creatures' mouth, acid-like substance dripping to the ground. The creature itself was tall and lanky, but had incredible speed. The head shape was long and narrow with only slits for a nose. I could see the ribs, hipbones, and I didn't want to think about it.
The creature pushed me back with harsh blows and quick movements until I tripped over something and fell to the ground with the creature looming over me. Tentacles sprouted from its' back and shot toward me. I tried, I honestly tried, to cut or at the very lease block the on-coming attacks but they wrapped around my middle, thighs, and forearms. I struggled to get myself free, but the tentacles had tossed away my weapon and I growled and glared while feeling me Rage build inside my chest. I had never showed my child my Rage mode and I didn't want to start today. But it was building at a rapid pace and it honestly hurt as the air was cut off as another wrapped around my neck tightly. I couldn't hear anything past the ringing in my ears and the bruising hold on me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to kill this thing in front of me, but I couldn't.
I screamed. I screamed with all my might as I fell to my knees. The body in front of me cold and practically lifeless as I screamed into the night sky. The Grand Chase behind me, but I didn't care in the lease. I only cared for the body in front of me. It hurt so damn much as I picked up the body, ignoring the blood getting on me as I screamed my heart out. Hot tears spilling from my eyes like a river, my body was shaking as I choked back sobs. I was wounded badly, but I ignored it in favor of the body in my arms. The body was shaking slightly from the cold as I gazed at the face I knew so well. I hated myself as I watched those mismatched eyes become lifeless. Those eyes looked so haunted as my child died. The shadows of the night shrouded that face in darkness as I clutched the dead body to my chest as I continued to scream and curse the demons whom had killed my child.
They would all pay, I thought. Every. Single. One. As I cried and screamed, I felt my heart break and leave deep, everlasting scars as I felt my throat go raw from the screaming. I was in my Rage mode as I lifted my face toward the sky and swore to every god out there that I would kill them all and I don't remember much after that. It was so very painful that I knew Rufus had stepped in and that was it...
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