EXTRA I

A FALLEN MOTHER

Is this it? Is this the most I will ever be able to achieve? Perhaps I have been truly foolish to think that something miraculous could ever be achieved in my lifetime. Although I had never thought that my life would be very long, I did not want to leave like this, to meet the gods with such a weight still resting on my heart, a mission that to be leaving uncompleted… was this your will from the start, my Lords and Ladies? To take me so quickly, so suddenly? I am not without sin, for no one is without it, but still… your reasons and your intentions will forever remain a mystery to me.

Forever is a long time, though. In fact, I suppose that I will be able to ask you very soon how exactly you plan on making my death a contribution to the liberation of the world that I have lived so briefly in. Not once have I questioned your existence, your presence in my life. I have suffered so much, but thank you for giving me everything I ever needed.

The angel is young, though. Too young to be here, too young to know any better. Please, watch over this angel, for my death is to forever be on the young creature's conscience, and if the tears falling onto my face are any indication of the grief that this child feels, let them know that I harbor no grudge. It must be the first time they've killed a demon, the first time one does not follow the beliefs and the misconception of a blood-thirsty beast that they've grown up believing us all to be… follow them, as they go… perhaps dying alone is better, after all…

Ah… but wait. Oh, please. Please, not him. No… no, my son. My beautiful boy. My reason for existing, my lovely light in such a dark and cruel world… is this your will, Lords and Ladies? To have him see me like this, so cold, so empty… leaving him so alone… he will never forgive me, for I am abandoning him.

… my darling, my darling son. How I love you. Don't cry. Don't let your mama see you cry. I promise to be with you, I promise to be the wind around you, the moon in the sky, every sign pointing you towards food and shelter and life and happiness. Shh, my love. My dearest son….

Oh, your hand in mine is so small, so tender and young. I want to squeeze your fingers in return, I want to hold you as you are now holding me… my lovely boy. You are everything to me. Your mama is so very, very proud of you.

Don't blame them. Don't be angry.

I love you, darling. I love you so much.

Shh…

… everything is going to be alright…

A/N:

I seem to go off on tangents when I write this story, but I liked this bit so much, I wanted you all to read it!

Hopefully this will keep you happy for another week until I'm finished with the next chapter.

ALSO.

Go to my profile for A) a challenge! If you answer the questions right, I'll write you a one-shot request! And B) a link to a picture reference of Alfred, Gilbert, and Antonio. :D