The memories resurfaced— swift, then slowing down gradually resembling a heartbeat nearly shattering.
Abruptly… all came to a halt.
I was observing my self inside my former room. Young Yura was interacting with me.
Her small hands were clutching the toys…. My gaze wasn't fixed on the toys.
I was observing her scars.
Her fragile skin was covered with bruises—some dark, some fresh and some faded—bruises reflecting deep layers of suffering that definitely did not suit a child. She moved with care as though her body was recalling every blow it had endured.
Additionally there was another aspect that felt off.
Yuna was not next to her.
For the very first time in all the memories, she was not there.
My father had divided them.
The chilly breeze seemed to crawl across the room…. The door gradually eased open.
Slow.
Sharp.
Like a broken bone.
My dad entered with a grin.
A grin brimming with warmth that a monster lacks.
Yura immediately fell silent.
Her small arms trembled as though she were pleading with God to vanish.
The man gazed at her with a kind of craving that utterly froze my veins—a dark deeply disturbing longing directed at a child.
"Son..." he spoke gently "I require your friend Yura for a task. May I have her for a while?"
My younger version, innocent and trusting responded affirmatively with a smile.
"Hey feel free to leave. I'll wait here for you."
Young Yura responded with a smile.
No words.
Not even a breath of protest.
She remained standing without raising her gaze from the ground.
He grasped her hand.
And brought her away.
The memory jolted me forcefully. Dragged me into a different space—my fathers chamber.
Young Yura was against the wall—his hand was tightly around her small neck.
She was only seven.
Just a little girl.
However that creature showed no remorse.
He showed no reverence, for the deity he was feigning to worship.
Her tiny fingers gripped his wrist she struggled to breathe fighting to endure a little longer so she could gaze upon me once more.
"Hey " he murmured softly his tone grim and decayed "you're a lot like your mother… which only heightens my craving, for your body."
The Yura, beside me just collapsed.
She clasped her ears trembling and completely consumed by the agony she was attempting to suppress.
I experienced a sensation as if something, within my chest snapped— sharp intensely burning and utterly ruthless.
If this memory weren't…
I would be ripping him to pieces using my hands.
My dad ripped the girls garments off.
She pleaded—her voice trembling and faltering—for compassion.
Yet he proceeded, pressed a kiss, on her neck and nibbled it with his teeth.
The yell she emitted was so piercing that it felt as if it was ripping through the atmosphere.
My former self, who was younger perceived it.
He sprinted.
He rushed into the room with his eyes fully opened and his breathing trembling.
"Dad...?" he murmured, stunned.
No child ought to have to see something, like that.
Tears streamed down his face—tears blended with fury than his years.
"Take your hands AWAY, from her!" he shouted, his voice cracking.
My dad loosened his hold.
Little Yura collapsed onto the ground curled up into a ball and attempted to shield her shaking body with the ripped garments she clutched.
When I was younger I grabbed a glass. Tossed it.
Nevertheless the beast seized it effortlessly—grinning.
"Lucarious. Remove Akira " he ordered, his tone dripping with pride.
Lucarious stood in the corner clutching Yuna like a bird bound by chains yet for the very first time his gaze burned with fury.
"I've reached my limit with you " Lucarious growled. "I'm completely disregarding the angels regulations now."
He shattered the shackles that restrained Yuna.
Yuna swiftly emerged, her wings expanding like an blazing shield surrounding Young Yura with affection and protection.
To others, she was invisible—but to Yura… she was salvation.
"Run alongside Akira " Yuna whispered, her voice shaking. "They've left me in the dark for days… I can't sustain my powers longer."
Yura gazed at her with affection.
The sort of love that shatters you by witnessing it.
Lucarious shouted at my father:
Angels remain impartial—we cannot injure people unless people misuse our abilities, against each other. I won't strike you…. I refuse to follow your commands any longer.
As they were disputing my younger self wrapped his jacket, around Yuras frame and assisted her in leaving the room.
They fled.
However my dad just smiled.
"Traitors… all of you."
He opened his closet. Grabbed a firearm.
The memory grew hazy—quickened—. Centered on a snowy woodland.
My younger self gripped Yuras hand tightly while fleeing from the breeze.
The ground was blanketed with snow.
The gale force winds were lacerating their skin.
The woods were yelling with chill.
Yura stumbled—her little legs failed her.
She could no longer run.
She felt very cold.
Hardly breathing.
My younger self removed his jacket. Draped it over her protecting her form attempting to warm her with the glow of a childs affection.
He wept uncontrollably—his tears blending with the snow.
He was not strong enough.
He despised himself for that.
Footsteps could be heard.
My father emerged from the shadows cast by the trees…. Advanced, with the stealth of a predator ready to strike its target.
He pointed his firearm.
"Akira " he spoke softly "you've surpassed your boundaries. You possess knowledge you were never meant to have. I'm sorry…. Both of you must perish."
He squeezed the trigger.
Time seemed to decelerate.
The globe halted.
Then—
Yuna appeared ahead of the bullet. Halted it while it was still airborne.
For the time her body was shimmering between being unseen and seen.
My dad grinned mockingly.
"So that's the angel guarding Yura."
Lucarious pursued her.
"You're aware of the rule " he told Yuna "if a fallen angel rescues a human they forfeit their invisibility… and their immortality becomes finite. You'll have ten years remaining."
Tears—sparkling with passion and fury—gleamed in Yunas eyes.
"I understand " she replied, ". It doesn't matter. Even if I possessed a thousand lives I would give them all up for my Yura... She is my joy and I will safeguard her... NO MATTER WHAT!"
She dropped to her knees—weak, from imprisonment. Her spirit remained resilient.
"Kinard " she spoke, using my fathers name "please don't harm them. I'll bring Yura to a place. Nobody will ever lay eyes on her again.. I will wipe out Akiras memories."
My dad consented.
Not because of mercy.
Not because of regret.
He had declined before. He understood clearly that if he continued to refuse… eventually Yuna would end his life.
She touched the forehead of my self.
A bright burst appeared—. He was sprawled, unconscious completely powerless.
Yuna drew the quivering trembling Yura into her feathers. She laid her down in the warmth that the earth had never provided her.
In the blink of an eye they vanished.
The recollections unraveled.
The flashback hit me hard I nearly couldn't breathe.
Yura lay on the floor—her tears now dried, leaving trails, down her cheeks.
Yuna quietly slipped away.
I approached Yura lifted her softly and soothed her within my embrace. She clung to me—fragile, trembling, shattered.
That enormous pain… That absolute silence… That horrifying suffering…
Everything is due, to the creature I feel embarrassed to name as my dad.
At that instant I wondered—what emotions does God experience when He observes His finest creation becoming like this?
Are we really worthy to be called human?