The Hybrid Fateful Sorrow

The Blind Rage

The unrelenting chilly rain embraces his weary body in his human form as he stands to watch their home crumbling to the ground.

“I want to see, my mother,” Elise blurted while sleeping.

“Oh Elise, of course,” Amadeus said.

Amadeus’s back emits a black smoke that manifests into long and wide bat-like grey wings. He holds the two sisters in each of his arms. Amadeus fluttered his wings, pushing some of the snow and the rain nearby as he soared into the sky.

Hovering above the wintry sky, Amadeus watches for the Nightingale Garden in the forest. But, even up from the sky, he can already see the spot having a large hollow. He clutched the sisters tight as he plunged towards the field, furious from what they had done to the place.

He flutters his wing below to pace his fall. Amadeus stands near the Nightingale Garden, seeing the sizable empty hole in the middle disturbing the sisters’ mother’s resting place.

“These people! What more do they want? They stole everything,” Amadeus let out.

Amadeus carefully laid Elise and Amelia to the snow near the scent of the cloudberries and the nightingale flower.

“Once again, I failed you, Elise. I failed both of you. But things will be different from now on. You are safe and no one would dare hurt you again, as I will never leave both of your sides again,” Amadeus said.

He crouches to caress the sleeping face of the adorable Elise. “You are freezing, Elise! Damn this snow!” he checks Amelia. “She’s cold as well,” Amadeus said.

Seizing both of their bodies as he cuddles them both to his arms, Amadeus’s grey wings with a hint of smoke morph into a much furry one. With his fur-covered wings, Amadeus embraces the freezing body of Elise and Amelia.

Sitting on the snowy land as he embraces the two sisters with his furry wings and protects them from the unceasing rain. He soon hears a soft shriek behind the trees.

“Who’s in there!?” Amadeus said.

‘What is that burnt smell?’ he thought.

Failing to hear any response, Amadeus speaks again. “Just leave us alone!”

It was Bran, hiding in the trees, peeking on Amadeus as he embraced on his arms the two sisters inside his furry grey wings.

What is he doing to them? Everything was all my fault. I started all of this, and there is nothing more I can do, Bran thought.

Do not worry, young man. Everything will go the way it should. Every moment is written and will happen, whether you like it or not; as he remembers the witch’s words, he thumps on the ground.

“She knew everything. She knew I would fail on this mission! I was a fool to trust a goddamn witch!” Bran said.

Feeling manipulated, Bran left the place. Failing to say goodbye to his beloved, he returns to the village with a heavy heart.

Everything is about to change to Amadeus Galiet Licand.

As Amadeus sits near an empty grave filled with nightingale flowers and cloudberries, a dark orbit has appeared in his front. Before the dark orbit disappears, two jet-black anomalies emerge as it slowly forms into a shape.

Visible to his eye were two cosmic anomalies in a male and a female human form as if you are looking into the abyss and yet to everything that exists.

The male cosmic oddity has a blue left eye and a blank white right eye, physique shapes of a regular man.

The female cosmic anomaly is identical to the male. However, she has a blank on her left and a blue eye on her right, a physique shaped by an ordinary woman.

“What are you?” Amadeus asked.

The cosmic moves like a ghost as it steps in the air. They leave a phantom of their parts from where they were before.

“Hello, Galiet,” a cold and out of this world echoed a woman’s voice from the female cosmic.

“He still goes by Amadeus, Käresta” at the same level as the coldness of the female, the male cosmic said.

“I see Wolfvir. How are you doing, Amadeus?” The female cosmic, Käresta said.

Amadeus gazes at the anomalies as if he was dreaming. What is this? Am I awake? Is this all a dream? I might still be out cold in the snow, he thought.

“You aren’t dreaming Amadeus, we are here to help you,” Käresta said.

“I don’t even know you? Who are you? Wolfvir, I thought you and I are the same?” Amadeus said in a puzzled tone.

“I’m Käresta, your desire for love, to be cared for, to be believed, and everything good in this world,” Käresta said.

“I’m Wolfvir, your desire for strength, immense power, and full control of your life,” Wolfvir said.

“I still don’t understand. Why are you out here?” Amadeus said.

“We have been with you since you were little. You have always been alone, Amadeus. That is why you created us. We are but your desire. We follow what you wish and we enhance your body and mind to go through it,” Käresta said.

“Thanks to your hybrid capability, we could achieve so much power and so much more,” Wolfvir said.

The rainstorm now accompanies the blaring thunder, soaking the land and the snow. As a result, the colorless and lifeless ambiance of the sky spread in Masse and the neighboring land.

“How many are you? I don’t remember creating any of you!” Amadeus said.

“That’s because you don’t want to, after what you’ve done. You wanted to blame someone other than yourself, you blame it on us. You will meet the third of your desire, Amadeus, the evillest desire you have,” Käresta explained.

I just notice that the raindrops are going through their celestial body as if they do not exist, they do not materialize, and it’s just on my f*****g mind! Amadeus thought.

“I’m going crazy!” Amadeus said.

Amadeus stood up; he steps closer to the cosmic anomalies. He then raises his hand to feel them. His suspect was right, and his hand went through.

“You are not real! Am I talking to a f*****g air? How could my mind create a vivid imagination like these!” Amadeus said.

The cosmic anomalies gaze at each other; afterward, they both seize Amadeus’s hand, gripping it strong enough for him to feel.

“What do you feel, Amadeus? Are we not real?” Wolfvir said.

“Your eye Amadeus, those currents of vermillion blood. He’s coming out,” Käresta said.

“Who’s coming out!” Amadeus said in a worried voice.

A jet-black of liquid appears on Amadeus’s center body, spreading to his chest and lower stomach as it forms a circular orbit of darkness.

“What is this!?” Amadeus said.

“Your best friend,” Käresta and Wolfvir said.

Amadeus’s body emerges another anomaly from the jet-black circle as if it was a portal to his core, his madness mind. The black oddity steps on the land, much blacker than the other two. His eyes are blood red, and his physique is the same as Amadeus’s, as if he was his clone.

“HAHAHAHA!” The jet-black oddity burst into laughter with a wide mouth.

“Who is this? Who are you?” Amadeus said with fright in his voice.

“Why are you so afraid? Remember, you wanted all of this. I mean you are crazy but this is what you want,” the jet-black said.

“Please explain it to him, Rassa. It would be better if it came from you,” Käresta said.

“Of course, my lovely Käresta. And you my not so lovely Galiet you are not a hero you think you are; you are not a protagonist in this story of yours, you know what you are? You’re the villain!” The jet-black Rassa said.

“I never thought of being a hero,” Amadeus said.

“You don’t need to lie with me, we know everything, don’t fill your heads with nonsense,” Rassa said.

“And what are you? What do you want with me?” Amadeus said.

“We are here because of you; we will save you Galiet. Like what we did in the Licand family, oh damn we enjoyed that! I don’t why you were so guilted about it, it was a f*****g relief!” Rassa said.

“My family? What did you do with my family?” Amadeus said.

“How deep is this guy?” Rassa asked the cosmic Wolfvir.

“Very deep Rassa,” Wolfvir said.

“You are not a Licand! You are not a sissy Amadeus! Damn, how far of your memories are lost? Want to remember how we killed them all? One by one,” Rassa said.

“What are you talking about?” Amadeus asked with baffled in his tone.

“We first killed the father, Lord Belmont Licand, ah the feeling. But then the f*****g kid shows up, so we must kill him too, ah well the Jonny boy deserves it, although his mother, Lord Belmont’s wife Lady Therese saw what we did, well you already plan to kill all Licand so we struck that Lady to the floor,” Rassa explained.

Amadeus pondered his head as he listened to Rassa’s words. He paces back and forth, unsettled by all the information he is getting.

“This is not real right? I didn’t do something worse like that and not remember it, right?” Amadeus asked.

“That is not the worst part, because you wanted to escape your old life and become a new one. You had to kill your best friend. Damn, we are the worst, Galiet. We struck our best friend Amadeus at his back with your steel cold long sword. We didn’t take any chances, Galiet, as we cut his head off,” Rassa said, a hint of dominance in his voice.

“No! No! That’s not true! I’m not a monster!” Amadeus said.

“You are… a monster!” Rassa said.

“It’s the truth. You are not Amadeus Licand. You are, and have always been, Galiet Grey,” Käresta said.

“Why would I believe you? What kind of desire even are you?” Amadeus asked.

“I’m the honest truth of what you are. The best desire you could ever have, your desire to kill, to punish, to revenge. I’m madness, I don’t discriminate, I f**k everyone! I am the rotten feeling in your heart creeping in the dark soul of your flesh, waiting for you, for us,” Rassa said.

“Waiting for what?” Amadeus said in a drained voice.

“Really, you don’t see!? Look at your lovely and beloved family! TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE!” Rassa ordered with his bloody eyes burning.

The bodies of the diseased person in Amadeus’s eye are entirely burnt to crisp. Their blackened skin texture crackled from the excessive amount of burning, red blood traces on the ruptured wound. The frozen face of hopelessness with their mouth open. Were they shouting? Crying out for help, for someone to save them? The void in their eyes, as if all their cries ran out and dried from the merciless flame.

“Waiting for you, for us, to f*****g RAGE! I’m THE BLIND RAGE!” Rassa said.

“WE ARE THE f*****g BLIND RASSA!”

The people can hear the thunderous cries all over the Masse village.