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Twenty Years Ago
Lights from candle flooded his fleshly opened eyes. Everything was blurry, but there was a figure in view. Angelo reached up to rub his eyes. Another odd sensation of having limbs again. ‘Oh… chit, I’m back.’ He knew who the figure was now. Only one person he seen bring the dead back and it was his mother. That monster that killed him had brought him back for torture him more.
Reopening his eyes, he glared at Petra and said with such hate. “What do you want, witch?”
Then moved his freshly new body, he was going at her with all he had. Death was going to be only way to stop him. Angelo quickly found himself pinned to the wall close to the ceiling. Yelling at Petra, “Why do this to me? What the hell do you want with me to bring me back, witch!” Pausing for air as he felt like his lungs were being crushed, “I know you killed them all after you were done with me. Serva, Lauda, Tony, Blade, Kris, Fabula, and so on… You are a… no, you are the monster, a plague to this galaxy!”
After fighting for air, it hit him. He knew of his siblings cause their souls cross in the Nether. However, Asteria and their daughter were not there. His eyes widen to the realization. Started to yell at her again, “What did you do to Asteria and Celestine… we made a deal. What did you do!!”
That was when Petra finally spoke, “Boy, I did kill your siblings with ease… such weak creatures and disgrace to the Cavataio like you were. And for your precious Asteria and brat…” She was milking this moment. In their fight, he was only one that came close to making Petra worried she was going to be killed. So, this was amusing to do to him and lying was icing on the cake for her. “I killed them… But I did not just end their life, I destroyed their souls forever. There is nothing of them left.”
Then Petra laughed wickedly at him as he screamed monster at her. Adding, “I am going to kill you… I will end you for good for breaking our deal, monster!”
The witch stopped laughing and remarked. “Oh that deal… I wanted to see where you stood, boy.” Walking slowly over to him, “I knew you soften up with that whore being in your life. I was amusing that you killed yourself in the hopes that was enough to allow them to live full lives. Knowing that they would never know that you surrendered everything because you loved them so much… such a pathetic boy. It is clear she ruined you, but worry not… I have plans for you without the distractions.”
Angelo could not take that. He was raw still from being resurrected and it was easy to be push over the edge. Breaking down, he could not hold it back and tears began to run down his face. The woman he tried to marry, the one that was his soul, and was harmed by his own mother. Add in, his precious daughter, his world that he would got the greatest honor of being there even if it was brief and never got witness her grow up fully. His heart was being crashed all over again.
There was truly nothing left for him in the life. His body and mind were alive, but he was completely dead again. Killed again by his mother for her amusement. His head hung low. He waited for the news why he was brought back. However, Petra did not say. She took him into another chamber and bond him into the wall.
Petra cast two spells. Angelo was going to send time trapped in his mind. The cruelest of tortures was the first. Endless pains and deaths of those he loved on repeat. The second was to condition his mind. Keeping the rage; however, she wanted it focus on the tasks he might be sent on and not on her. Angelo was something a weapon being tempered and sharpened.
Present Day
Angelo had been locked away, hidden from all. After all this time, the torture went from pain and killing his love and child to nothing but faceless people being killed by him over and over. He was a firm believer that his Goddess mother’s plans were the only ones that needed to be carry out.
Never in this slumber did he know how much time had passed. Add in the knowledge of not knowing what has happen, neither knowing his daughter was living in the stronghold that he been in for all this time. Nor knowing Asteria was alive and running her family business. Of course, he was now over them and lived for one reason. The spells destroyed him, so Petra hoped. It was more him giving as he lost hope before the spells were used.
Lights from candle flooded his fleshly opened eyes. Everything was blurry, but there was a figure in view. Angelo reached up to rub his eyes. Another odd sensation of having limbs again. ‘Oh… chit, I’m back.’ He knew who the figure was now. Only one person he seen bring the dead back and it was his mother. That monster that killed him had brought him back for torture him more.
Reopening his eyes, he glared at Petra and said with such hate. “What do you want, witch?”
Then moved his freshly new body, he was going at her with all he had. Death was going to be only way to stop him. Angelo quickly found himself pinned to the wall close to the ceiling. Yelling at Petra, “Why do this to me? What the hell do you want with me to bring me back, witch!” Pausing for air as he felt like his lungs were being crushed, “I know you killed them all after you were done with me. Serva, Lauda, Tony, Blade, Kris, Fabula, and so on… You are a… no, you are the monster, a plague to this galaxy!”
After fighting for air, it hit him. He knew of his siblings cause their souls cross in the Nether. However, Asteria and their daughter were not there. His eyes widen to the realization. Started to yell at her again, “What did you do to Asteria and Celestine… we made a deal. What did you do!!”
That was when Petra finally spoke, “Boy, I did kill your siblings with ease… such weak creatures and disgrace to the Cavataio like you were. And for your precious Asteria and brat…” She was milking this moment. In their fight, he was only one that came close to making Petra worried she was going to be killed. So, this was amusing to do to him and lying was icing on the cake for her. “I killed them… But I did not just end their life, I destroyed their souls forever. There is nothing of them left.”
Then Petra laughed wickedly at him as he screamed monster at her. Adding, “I am going to kill you… I will end you for good for breaking our deal, monster!”
The witch stopped laughing and remarked. “Oh that deal… I wanted to see where you stood, boy.” Walking slowly over to him, “I knew you soften up with that whore being in your life. I was amusing that you killed yourself in the hopes that was enough to allow them to live full lives. Knowing that they would never know that you surrendered everything because you loved them so much… such a pathetic boy. It is clear she ruined you, but worry not… I have plans for you without the distractions.”
Angelo could not take that. He was raw still from being resurrected and it was easy to be push over the edge. Breaking down, he could not hold it back and tears began to run down his face. The woman he tried to marry, the one that was his soul, and was harmed by his own mother. Add in, his precious daughter, his world that he would got the greatest honor of being there even if it was brief and never got witness her grow up fully. His heart was being crashed all over again.
There was truly nothing left for him in the life. His body and mind were alive, but he was completely dead again. Killed again by his mother for her amusement. His head hung low. He waited for the news why he was brought back. However, Petra did not say. She took him into another chamber and bond him into the wall.
Petra cast two spells. Angelo was going to send time trapped in his mind. The cruelest of tortures was the first. Endless pains and deaths of those he loved on repeat. The second was to condition his mind. Keeping the rage; however, she wanted it focus on the tasks he might be sent on and not on her. Angelo was something a weapon being tempered and sharpened.
Present Day
Angelo had been locked away, hidden from all. After all this time, the torture went from pain and killing his love and child to nothing but faceless people being killed by him over and over. He was a firm believer that his Goddess mother’s plans were the only ones that needed to be carry out.
Never in this slumber did he know how much time had passed. Add in the knowledge of not knowing what has happen, neither knowing his daughter was living in the stronghold that he been in for all this time. Nor knowing Asteria was alive and running her family business. Of course, he was now over them and lived for one reason. The spells destroyed him, so Petra hoped. It was more him giving as he lost hope before the spells were used.