Author Note's: Well, I'm back with another chapter. It's not as long as the last one, but I'm doing my best. Please R&R and tell me what you think about it.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Riviera or anything in it.
Inner Fears
Chapter 3
Three hours had past.
Ein had stumbled across a small river. He took off all his clothes from the waist up and slowly made his way towards the rivers' edge. His blood-soaked clothes needed washing.
Pain surged through his body when he slowly dropped to his knees. Moving around so much was certainly not helping the healing process of his wounds.
The Grim Angel carefully looked around, to make sure that it was safe, and then began to wash his clothes in the river water. It was cold and sent a small shiver down his spine. The clear, colorless water began to turn into a light shade of red by his blood. Ein stopped washing his clothes and leaned forward into the bloodstained water.
Ledah's face flashed through the young angel's mind.
Why?
Why did they have to fight?
Why did he have to die?
The memory of Ledah's death will forever be engraved into his memory. Into his mind. Into his soul…
If Hector would have just realized earlier, by himself, that the world does not need an absolute god to rule the world, the Ledah and all those other souls would still be alive!
…But he didn't…
And they are dead.
He was too weak… He was to weak to save anyone…
Ein knew now… He was not worthy.
He wasn't worthy of being a Grim Angel.
Ledah was far more worthy them. Then he ever would be…
Ledah deserved to life, not him.
He should have died in Yggdrasil, not Ledah…
Why did Ledah throw his life away for him?
What did Ledah see in him that Ein himself could not?
…He probably saw something that wasn't there… That never will be there.
Ein was just… a kid. A child. A dumb little child.
He knew nothing…
He was weak…
He was not worthy of anything he had.
Not worthy of being a Grim Angel.
Not worthy of having such good friends.
Not worthy of feeling love.
Not even worth of living…
He should be dead. Ledah should have lived, and he should be dead! D-E-A-D! Then why! Why was he alive and was Ledah dead? It wasn't fair! It shouldn't be this way! Was this supposed to be destiny? Was this supposed to be fate? Did fate and destiny even exist? If so, they are cruel. They were cruel, and Ein hated them. He hated them for taking Ledah away. He hated them for letting him life and Ledah die…
Such cruelty…
Only Hades- no, not even Hades could be that cruel. To let him die like that, at the hands of a backstabbing traitor…
No, he could not blame Malice… But, on the other hand he could.
Malice thought she had sacrificed her future in order to become a Grim Angel, but if she knew what she going to have to sacrifice, she could have just said no. Even if she had sacrificed her future, she should have realized that you always have a future. You can't just give it up. Why did she want to become a Grim Angel so badly? Was she jealous of Ledah and him? Or was she just another power-hungry fool like Hector?
Yes, Malice was a fool. A dead fool, and good riddance! She took the life of so many innocent people, including Ledah and… Cierra.
…In the end he couldn't safe anyone. Not Cierra, not Ledah… nobody…
He was strong enough to kill, but too weak to save…
Ein was ashamed of himself. He was a disappointment, even if others didn't think so.
He had disappointed Ledah. He had disappointed him in every way possible. What would Ledah think of him if he could see him now? He would be disappointed. He would think that Ein wasn't worth saving after all…
His vision blurred.
The Grim Angel realized that he was crying. Small streams of tears were running down the side of his face, dripping into the river. The bloodstained water had been washed away. The same kind of colorless water as before had replaced it. He looked down and saw the reflection of his pathetic, crying self…
…But it was not the only reflection he saw…
Behind his reflection, he saw the reflection of…
"Ledah…"
Before Ein could turn around, to see if he wasn't hallucinating, his head was pushed forward into the cold water. He flailed around wildly with his arms, trying to get his head back out of the water. But it was useless…
The hand that was pushing him underwater had an iron grip, it seemed. The grip tightened the more he tried to resist. More and more precious air began to escape Ein's mouth, until, eventually, there was no more left…
In complete panic, the angel opened his mouth, the last of his air vanishing. Water filled his lungs, and he was slowly beginning to loose consciousness. Quickly, his body ceased all resistance, as the mind began to fade…
He was going to die, Ein knew it. Fate and destiny had come to take his life… He was going to join Ledah in the next world.
…No, probably not. Ledah, the proud and brave angel of Asgard, was in heaven, and Ein, the coward and weakling of Asgard, would go to Hell.
Everything slowly began to fade away, turning into black emptiness…
The last thing Ein could remember clearly was the look on the face of the reflection of Ledah…
Hatred and disgust…