The Hybrid Fateful Sorrow

The Mistake

Laid in the merciless white snow with his rooted body accepting the frigid condition that he rightfully deserved.

A monster with a heart, living on a passing dream, why it does need to be a dream. Do you ever stop to think and daydream about something so beautiful we wish it were real? Our eyes that do not want to bear the light in front. Instead, if we could choose the radiance, we want to gaze at our horizon.

Perfect, imperfect, mistake, or the answer all of this are an illusion to our eyes. You stand gazing at the mistake while others sitting can only see it as the answer. Nothing can stay white forever. Nothing can stay black forever. In the end, our world will emerge as Gray mixed with our imperfections and mistakes, but that will only make us different, unique, perfect, and therefore an answer to each other.

Galiet’s azure oval-shaped eyes illuminated the dream he wanted, a place full of love, warmth, and kindness. Instead, from the edge of his peripheral emerges a cold liquid of regret as he gazes far beyond the sky.

“Galiet, you have been sleeping for a while now. You should stop this Käresta,” Rassa said.

“He needs this Rassa! This is what he wants and needs, his mind is exhausted from all of that,” Käresta said.

“Remember Rassa we are here solely for what he wants,” Wolfvir said.

Galiet’s whole body is gradually being concealed by the pitiless winter, his gray hair that slowly matches the color of a poignant ash of snow.

“I don’t think he wants to live in a lie. I am his madness. I know for a fact he wants to forget rather than live in an illusion while being buried alive in this goddamn snow!” Rassa said.

“Listen to your words, Rassa. Galiet has been living a lie ever since! Lies can make us feel great, and if he wants an illusion, I’m giving it to him,” Käresta said.

“F*ck this, I’m waking him up myself!” Rassa uttered.

As soon as Axar unlocks the door, he is met with a high wind soaring on the ground. He steps outside with a sword in his hand, dragging on the snow as it leaves a trace that the ongoing blizzard will soon refill. In Axar’s eyes, even with low visibility, he can perceive the Devil's physique lying down the cold snow.

“There he is, the sad and desolate Devil,” Axar let out.

“I would never,” the Devil uttered.

“You would never? What?” Axar asked.

Axar stood at the Devil’s laid body on the ground. He glared at the Devil’s eye that is lost in thought.

They still could hear the resounding cawing of crows that remains soaring high above the sky even with the frigid winds.

Axar alternately leveled his sword to the Devil’s neck and heart.

“Where is your weakness!? Hell, I’ll just do both, I’ll start with your precious head!” Axar said in outrage.

‘It’s time for you Galiet, to wake up in this F*cking beautiful dreams of yours!’ Rassa yelled.

With the steel reflecting the Devil’s neck, he draws his sword upward as Axar strikes his neck.

The Devil’s head departs out of his body against Axar’s rapid s***h of his sword.

It rolls away, and the blood that follows. After a minute, the severed head convulse and compressed itself as it turns into a mist of dark smoke, shortly reappearing in the Devil’s head.

A dark smog appeared above his neck as it reshaped into the face of a mystified man.

“Where am I?” Galiet asked as his eyes wandered around the cold.

‘You are facing the truth,’ Rassa said.

“Why won’t you die!?” Axar yelled.

Axar stands defeated. He lets go of his sword as it crunches to the snow.

“You killed her! And that was not enough for you! WHY!” Axar yelled.

“What’s happening Rassa! Where are Elise and Amelia!” Galiet said with frustration in his voice.

‘A mistake happened, Galiet. You didn’t mean to,’ Käresta said.

“What is she talking about Rassa!” Galiet said.

Axar steps back, bewildered by the Devil’s strange action. Unknown names fly from his mouth as if he was talking to someone he alone could hear.

“You made a grave mistake, Galiet,” Rassa said.

The Desolate Devil, who lost everything, soared the sky above while in the state of bloodlust as he keenly listened below. Finally, he dives downward, blasting the roof of the house upon hearing evidence of life. Gradually he emerges from the hollow on the top, seeing a man and a woman.

“Whoever you are!? I won’t let you kill us!” Axar said.

“You took Amelia away from me! I’m killing all of you!” The Devil said in a wicked voice.

Axar, devoid of any hesitation, charges towards the Demon packed with strength and courage. Although it was fruitless defiance as the Devil Galiet delivers a turning smack by the back of his hand, plummeting Axar’s body back to the wall.

The impact Axar suffered leaves him unconscious to the floor while the vibration of the wall from the intense force startled the baby.

“NO!” Kassandra yelled.

The baby that was in the room began to cry. Kassandra’s eyes grew larger upon hearing her baby. Then, realizing the Devil had taken notice of her baby’s cry, she could see the dark glare that the Devil is displaying.

The Lonely Devil could not understand the feeling in his heart. My feet started to move on their own as I stepped closer to the door. Unknowingly my hand was clutching the door handle. I want to see you, He thought.

“I won’t let you harm her!” Kassandra uttered.

Kassandra plunges to the Devil’s waist as she tries all her might to pull him away from her child.

The Devil Gray ignored even her existence as he continued to walk closer to the baby in the wooden crib dragging Kassandra to the floor along with him.

Understanding it was pointless to try to pull him away, Kassandra wanders her eyes around for Axar’s sword. Upon sighting the steel sword, she dashes to seize it. Then, armed with a weapon, she charges towards the Devil.

The Devil Gray gazes at his vermilion eyes back at her. Then, with his sharp-inch nail, he cuts Kassandra’s arm that is clutching the sword, disarming her. Panic came over her as she shrieked, seeing her severed arm gushing out blood.

Kassandra looked over her child, thinking the Devil would kill her anyway; holding her baby was the last thing she wanted to do. So she hurries towards her crying baby, snatching her away from the crib, embracing the baby on her chest close to her heart.

She sighed in relief; the baby cries were soothing to her, the pleasantness of holding her close to her heart was warming enough. It made her happy for a moment. But then, the cold soon slipped at the back of her body. The dark roams unceasing through her heart, and the unimaginable sight has come across to her golden-brown almond-shaped eyes.

“Oh, baby! I’m so sorry!” Kassandra said in a shattered voice.

Kassandra, with her baby, stumbled and fell to the floor.

The Devil raises his sharp-inch nails; he leveled his hand up on his head as he gazes at the fresh blood of his wrongdoing. What have I done? What am I doing here? I killed both, he figured.

“It’s, it is not your fault, Galiet,” Käresta said.

“It was Rassa, Galiet. You weren’t in control, it was Rassa,” Wolfvir uttered.

“DON’T F*CKING LIE TO ME!” Galiet yelled.

Galiet pounces his head repeatedly. On the depths of his mind, a memory has appeared. The woman’s tears gradually fall to the dirt as she puts him down in front of an orphanage house. Was that you, mother? Did you abandon me? He pondered.

“Grow as a great person, Galiet, pinky swear?” she said as she reached for his pinky.

“She was wrong! I have grown to something wicked!” Galiet said.

“ENOUGH! GALIET!” Rassa roared.

“Galiet?” Kassandra uttered.

Kassandra turns around, still embracing the cold body of her baby, while she gasps for air as the blood obstructs her airway. Her misty beautiful golden-brown eye gazes at the Devil she once thought was a mad evil.

“Is that you? Galiet? Are you my Galiet?” Kassandra asked as she coughs.

“How do you know my name?” Galiet asked.

Kassandra gathers all her strength to lift the baby towards Galiet.

“It’s coming back to me now! It is really you. I’m so sorry! Galiet. Hold her, please hold her,” Kassandra pleaded her heart out.

“Why do you know my name,” Galiet uttered in a worried voice.

Galiet held on to the cold baby, and he welcomed her close to his chest. He gazes at her peaceful face, the grayed color on her lips, the dark color under her eyes, her frigid pale skin, and the hollow wound at her heart where the blood belches out.

“I know your name as you are my most dearly, most beloved person. I could not recognize you sooner as I remember what you did to me. You tried to make me forget all about you, but because of her, because of our baby I could still remember a speck of you,”

Because of her, because of our baby! Her words were resonating in my mind. What I felt before when I heard her cry was because of this, she was mine. What should I feel that I have not felt before, my feet, no, my whole body increases its weight, or I’m being dragged down to hell, where I should have been. I killed her, and there is no changing any of that. I killed my baby, my child. I took my daughter’s life!

“Please, Galiet. Please name her before I die, I want you to name our child and I want that to be my last thought. Please, Galiet, name her as I couldn’t before when you left,” Kassandra said as she continued to plead.

“Her adorable face can only be, Elisabeth,” Galiet let out.

“Elisabeth, Elise, it’s beautiful. I love you, Elise, I love you Galiet,” Kassandra said before faith took her life.

Her unmeasurable love for her child, her boundless affection to her man. Her hair autumn hair that was tainted with her own blood. Autumn has fallen beneath their eyes.

Galiet stepped closer to the wooden crib, where he gently put his baby Elise. Distressed, troubled, his mind is in a state of shock. I need to go, and I need to leave this house, he thought as he looked for a way out with his feet squelching on the pool of blood.

“No, No, Käresta, help me. Käresta!” Galiet said.

Seeing the door out, he hurried as if his strength was losing every moment he’s in the house. Then, frantically he shuffles on the floorboard. Finally, he opens the door seeing the innocent white ashes of snow. I want to escape, I want to leave, I want to die! His mind cried.

He strides on the frigid snow dragging with him are the most heaviest in the world, our guilts, our anguishes, and above all, our regrets.

The Desolate Devil lies in the middle of the road waiting for the snow to bury him and his madness for a long time.

“Käresta, help me escape. I feel so alone,” Galiet uttered in the stormy winds.

“I’m here, Galiet. We are all here," Käresta said.

“You will doubt yourself every time, but I know you will be great.”