The hand Unguided
“Oh, my dear son! Look how much you have grown! Became so mature to even betray your own mother”. With a feeble voice, “Like you were any better, all i did was for me and my son, my family but you... argh”.
” Ha ha ha,you should have known better when you stabbed me with that dagger of yours”, “Please, stop... let me leave”. “Just some minutes, dear boy, when that dagger has gone through with your life, you can leave wherever my master wishes you to.”
A dagger was peircing his heart slowly, an inch a minute. As he’s body was floating in the middle of the hall of their small house, with his mother infront of him seated against the wall knitting some sweaters.
“I didnt really mean to offer your soul to my Lord Kofnataria, mother”. “But you, did. You did stab me with that accursed dagger, bled me to death, for all kinds of mortal riches and had my soul caged to your lord. Such a pity, dear boy. But now, he is my master. And he wants you too, Ha ha ha ha”, a blundering laugh of a shriek echoed around the walls.
“Maybe, it was my mistake too. I should brought some sense to you, in your young days. It’s too late now. When the dagger is through, you will be brought right to the far ends of the infinite realms of hell.”
“You cannot forsake me, i’m your son, your blood, please mother”. “Nothing can save you now dear, once your soul is corrupted by the infernal chaos of hell, not even the light can save you. Oh, oh my, maybe the darkness will.”
“What, you do not mean the realms of death, the necros itself”. “Ofcourse, ofcourse the necros, you will have little time to move upon the realms of hell, push yourself far away, enter the necros. Dive into it’s core. Only that can shred apart the chaos chained upon you, but you will be shred to bits and tats. You, as a soul will perish, and be sent back to the universal consciousness, and through that you shall live again as a mortal someday. Live, unbounded”
The dagger of kofnataria was about to seal his soul.
“It’s about time, son. May upon your next life, do not trust unaware. Deep down we all are evil. But you cannot trust an evil person, and do not trust your own self when you’re evil”.
He was gone.
“Ah, the sweaters are done.”
“Atleast, I’ve knit it right this time.”