Unwanted.

Unwanted.

"Just tell me what I am!" shouted young Asriel one day. Sick of the lies, sick of the hidding. He had been moved to a small wooden closet which served as his 'room'. Something he thought as pathetic and even cruel. His mother was starting to make arrangements and change their "house" oddly and rapidly.

"Shut up, Asriel." she spat at him. Beginning to close the closet door that held him prisoner.

"Mother! I-I...Just want to know!" he continued, forcing himself to push the door away from his face, huffing annoyed.

"Stupid boy! Matias will arrive anytime soon! ... I want you inside that door...NOW!" a scream was heard.

As Asriel's maddened response and hidden suffering, for the past 14 years, came out. He had pushed the closet door down and his mother at the same time.

Suddenly the door opened from afar in the house.

The boy could only see a man dressed in white, a deathly pure color...the man ran to his lover and spat at the demon with pieces of hate.

She was forced to mate with the demon, his mother cried. Forced to carry the unwilling deathchild for nine months...! "T-the ugly spawn he'd come to be!".

That white figure carried the young lad from his neck, shaking him every time he tried to run. Shouting at Asri's every time he cried. He dragged his body thru the raining night, waking with the racket, most of the villagers. Asriel continued to yell, to squirm, trying to escape...even after he was brought to a human chapel. Soaked and wet, throwned into the floor.

The unknown women and men, walking inside, glaring disgustedly at the boy. Even insulted of having him in a 'Church!'. ;'What was a church?' he wondered, through it all. 'Where is MY salvation?...'.

He remembered seeing water...pure water being thrown back at him...He yelled...this water burned like Hell! His veins ached with the pressure.

Only then, could Asriel see, could he even Begin to acknowledge...

...The darkness that humanity had.

Only then, did he discovered, his mother wasn't his mother...
The woman had been forced to mate with a demon, and forced to carry for nine months ....the spawn he'd came to be.

Lighting struck, making the tall figure awake. He brought one hand over the glowing orbs, a weak painful smile over his dry lips.
"Nightmares...that won't ever end.".