He's asleep now.
He was watching me before. He fell asleep with head propped on my chest. He's so careless, sometimes, in his schoolwork and the like... not that it really matters. He was made for greater things.
My sweet little light... mine.
He worries for his god parents, I know. He will worry for his friends. He will worry for me - for what I could do. For what I could never do.
I did not fight eternity only to lose him now.
They will not understand - how could they? They know nothing of waiting forever and a day, know nothing of finally claiming their own precious savior.
No one can ever understand save those who were trapped in hell alongside me.
We all know. Fear and pain? Mere trifles against a larger ache. Try and block out the endless shadows and receive only mocking laughter in ruthless return.
Light is never so treasured as by those who have been blinded.
Try it. Try choking on the darkness until all you breathe is the night. Try wandering the endless pathways of your mind until days melt into years, and still all you can do is keep searching and pray for the darkness to vanish.
There are times when I must have been mad.
Rant and tear your hear and scream at the dank walls when only the echoes of your voice come back to haunt you.
Loneliness? Mere loneliness? Who would dare to name it such a paltry thing?
After an agony of waiting I scraped my way back into sanity and I will not allow anyone to take what I have found.
Timmy is mine.
Ever since he first drew breath he belonged to me.
A spark lit the endless shadows - wild and pure and untainted. And I - I who had been sleeping away the madness awoke with a cry.
Mine!
Sweet soft pretty thing, shining brilliantly in my darkness, a treasure more precious than anything ever had laid at my feet.
Such a delicate soul - a gentle warmth I had never felt. Purity that did not burn. I could only watch from afar, barely aware - but he lived. And now...
Finally.
Finally.
He's finally mine.
And he loves me with a wild madness one could not suspect in one so innocent.
Yes.
They can never understand. They are not worthy of him.
Could they drag themselves out from hell to be at his side?
And tell me, if they found him, would they love him until he drowned in it? Would they hold him unto eternity? Would they dare to claim him as their own?
How much would they give to possess him?
How many would they kill for his sake?
What would they sacrifice to lay at his feet?
How badly would they need him? How painfully could they desire him?
Would they be brave enough to face the madness? Would they be man enough to face his light? Could they dare to embrace that innocence, or would they be cowards alone?
How long could they torment themselves with denial? From the first moment they drowsy eyes were open? From the first time he saw their faces? From the first insant when he gasped their names? From the shy hesitance of that first, frightened touch? Or would they be lost when they saw his soul? Would everything vanish when they saw his eyes? How often would they dream of that first embrace? Could it ever come?
Answer that, darkness.
Take me if you can.
But don't ever think that you'll win.
Because he belongs to me.
I staked my claim on his soul and the gods be damned if they think they can steal him from me now.
Now and forever.
He's mine.
My light. My life. My soul.
Mine.