The Devil's Plague
Prologue
He couldn't do it.
For the first time in his life, the lone child felt fear in his bloodstream. It felt like an animal pricking at him, waiting for him to be devoured upon the beast's jaws. He stood in fear as he couldn't come to reality. But he knew he had to do it. If not, he'll be euthanized.
Mother...
The child saw what Satan had done to her; Her once gorgious locks of flowing scarlet hair was now eaten away and her beautiful pale skin, white as milk, was now blacken and blistered, as if someone had taken some flammable liquid, such as lighter fluid, and mercifully popped her skin as she was burnt to her death.
Yet...
She was still alive. Her once Emerald-Green eyes, which was now black, still had shined some form of life to her child.
He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream in agony. He wanted to rush towards his father and let him know what has become of his fair wife. Yet, he knew the diaster that would be caused if he told him.
He urged to fight back his tears but they came out soon after his mother told what to do with her.
"Dispose Me..."
She tried reaching towards the Axe that her husband used to slaughter the cavaders that he was assigned to clean of. However, the child had already gotten a hold of it.
As much as she knew what fate had bestowed upon her, she smiled upon her beloved son. Her son that will become a doctor. Her son that will help save other. Her son that would bear the hands of her death.
She closed her eyes and awaited for the moment she would exit from her body and into the afterlife, where her family expected her to be.
But the child couldn't do it. Thoughts scorched his young, bright and innocent mind as he was to become the handler of his beloved mother's fate. He couldn't bear the fact that his hands, beaming in youth, would be the murder of his mother. She was his light, the light of adoration. The light of love. The light that had always saved him from the hellish punishments from his father.
Mama..."
He had almost dropped his Axe. He knew well that if he was to bestow the blow to his Mother's decaying head, he would suffer from this moment of his life.
He had to do this. If not, there wouldn't be just one head being decapitated.
So with tears streaming down his face, he held the sharpen Axe of his father and slammed it deep into his Mother's skull.