章 12: The Unfinished Puzzle
No.
It's clear she died, since her memory is buried here in this lively cemetery.
But isn't it at least possible to come to terms with it? Can't I at least see my mother's face when she was on the verge of death?
Why can't I seem to find closure? WHY?
The self-hatred and dread accumulated over the decades burned the little that was left of my heart.
My sanity barely survived clinging to the few happy memories I made with those who were crazy enough to befriend me, Calamity itself.
My eyes became pitch black, my hands bleached, and my legs couldn't stop trembling.
I did what any sane creature would do.
Well, what any hate driven trespasser would do.
Create hell for me as self-punishment.
There was no doubt in my mind that I could do it.
Unimaginable intense pain? It was I who possessed the pain devil's powers. An intense sense of dread and apprehension? Temere's powers would get the job done. Chains to bind me? Even calamity cannot break the chains of my resolve, the most complex spiritual chain ever created.
I opened my mouth in an attempt to cast the spells necessary to create such a complex spiritual space.
In the midst of this otherwise bleak road, I abruptly slapped myself so hard I could be heard for miles. The pain felt surreal.
After receiving that aching slap, I regained my senses.
Using the pain devil's power I was able to come back to my senses before allowing this vicious void to invade my mind.
Wasn't that why you came in the first place? To face your trauma head-on, to face your past, to be free from these memories?
I glared at the golden door and then looked down in shame.
You both will be forever the proudest parents.
The personification of the only thing dreadful than death, Calamity, will become your son, the first human to transcend energy and concepts.
My eyes watered and I felt at peace.
The words my mom said to the angel couldn't leave my mind.
My mother treasured me, the one who killed her husband, and accepted her fate with open arms if it meant my survival.
As a dark flame flared in my core, it resembled an aura.
I felt my palms on fire and my heart was about to burst.
Finally, I accepted my origi-
I was whispered these words by a small raven-painted doorway: "Never be satisfied with an incomplete puzzle."
Fury and rage came rushing in once more, only this time I controlled them as I followed the voice's root.
I assumed, based on the smell and the color of the doorway, that the house had burned down.
My hand was placed on the burning handle with all the courage I could muster. Despite my best efforts, I was certain that I would come to regret ignoring this spooky omen and opening the cursed door, but regret is not an option anymore.
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