3 Moments-3 Souls-3 Days

From dusk till dawn

Part 1:
" I am a machine"
"I was born to kill"
I've always muttered those words to myself...
While rocking myself to sleep, while getting beaten black and blue or while I wet my pants in fear. The words gave me strength.. I'm not sure where I learned it, but I was born into it and yet living it.
"I am a machine" I whispered into the darkness.
The whipping ceaseless...
whip.. whip..
The sound of the belt cutting through the air disturbed me more than the lashes on my back.
whip .. whip..
" you insolent little fool!!.. "
I blocked out his incoherent screaming.
The world was mute as I lay there while my back was being thrashed ruthlessly. When the man left, I was transformed into a lump of swollen waste, too numb to do anything. And that is when I heard it again.. My mother humming a tune while I ran circling her. The memory made me sick, my stomach churned and before I knew it I was throwing up.
Because in that memory the image of my mother was headless.. Blood seeping out of the gush, remnants of her brain scattered over her flowing gown... .
While panting I repeated those ominous words again..
"I am a machine"
"I was born to kill"
"yes, I killed my mother"

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Part 2:

Hades's POV
A soft humming sound rattled my subconscious mind to become attentive of my surroundings. The ceaseless pain caused by the gush in my torso was easy to make my mind wander. I touched the wound lightly freezing it's progress temporarily.
The sound of humming faded. Castiel's glimmering eyes were now transfixed on mine. " you seem oddly pale.." he retorted.
As observant as ever. I chuckled dryly.
"it's nothing, what was the song you were humming?" a desperate but futile attempt to change the subject.
Castiel looked at me skeptically. He's not the type one can fool easily. Nonetheless he let the subject slip.
"just something my mother used to sing for me"
Castiel was never a person who showed weaknesses, but when he talked about the distant past and faint memories of his beloved mother I could see his real self curtailing the masked facet he usually wore.
"sing it to me"
I looked at him beaming with curiosity.
He only stared at me.. expression desperate.. fingers trembling..
"maybe someday...." he averted his gaze away.
"someday..... The day I'll be able to atone for my sins of killing you. "
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Part 3:

With every step I took my legs felt heavier. Following the aisle a vast meadow laid ahead of me surrounded by stony pathways and decorated with lilac flowers. The sweet smell of flowers was soon overpowered by the heinous stench of blood. Or was it just my imagination? But that's not what bothered me.. That was not why people were here sitting on the long benches wearing their mourning clothes. All eyes followed me as I walked briskly towards the stony steps and stopped behind the two plushly decorated coffins. Everyone took their positions as I ushered them to sit. The people fell silent all around me waiting for the king to speak.
" today we have all gathered here.."
The speech began, my voice sounded almost mechanic as I made no attempt of giving the memorized words a second thought. Loath and hatred was palpable in the eyes that followed my movements, yet they didn't complain, having utter faith in their ruler before me.
The ruler that I killed.
My eyes were stinging, the tears threatening to fall...the coffin lid laid open... The woman who built the realm was now reduced to an empty shell. I gritted my teeth all the while continuing with the speech. My mouth felt sour.
" I thought you were immortal"
I thought you'd stay"
"I thought you'd survive the gash I left you"
The faith I had in her was almost incredulous and ludicrous to some extent.
"nobody is immortal, I'm afraid"
The light touch on my back caused me to freeze in place. The figure beside me was the said woman. She gazed at her own motionless body inside the coffin.. the white flowing hair.. striking emerald eyes hidden underneath those long lashes and her pale glowing skin.
"you'll be a great king"
The figure smiled her translucent image shimmering before completely fading away.
She was gone.. Gone forever..
The speech ended. I gave the half lidded coffin a last glance and looked up to the people...
no, her people.
And then I whispered to myself.
"I am not a machine"
"I wasn't born to kill"
"I was born to serve the Queen"