Proloque
-Look me in the eye and tell me right now that you can leave the past behind. Look at me and tell me you are different from me!
-Damn you ! Said Jeff, giving him a hate-filled look.
As is he wants to please him, Aron displays the most sardonic smile, enough to make Beelzebub proud. The picture of the fallen angel caught life before Jeff’s dreadful eyes. The metal glitter, the crudity that was like a blatant flick of the other’s beautiful eyes made him feel kneeled, annihilated, cut into thousands of pieces and thrown everlasting prey upon the hungry despair. The drops of sweat flowing on his face, his nostrils fluttering, the slight redness of his cheeks caused by the blood acceleration gave him a crazy air ... a madman, but one so beautiful and full of the adrenaline caused by the long-awaited victory. It made you hate him and love him at the same time, hold him in your warm arms and beg him to return from his way, to return to what was once.
A deafin lieu of a response, a short but intense sound through the stinginess of those seconds. Stunned, he could hardly realize what was happening. The moisture on his fingers as he reached for his chest made him begin to realize what was happening. He felt like he wanted to laugh, to laugh, more than ever.
Yes, he will do so, he will cross the threshold of this world, laughing like a madman, laughing at this unjust God who has already decided that his life will be ended so soon, laughing in front of the one who believed he was finally defeated, laughing. In the face of the pain that gripped him in terror, laughing in front of everything he ever dreamed to have and will never have.
Involuntarily his fingers clenched on the face of the one who was leading him to the gates of oblivion, his fingernails leaving deep marks on his cheeks, his dilated pupils fixed with the cold look of death on his executioner. A thread of blood trailed between his open lips. He wanted to say something, but he felt the words stuck in his mouth. His gaze blurred, covered as if by a thick curtain. He felt it slowly collapse, still being held by the demonic arms that wanted to support him, only to be able to suck his soul with the last breath.
