Chapter 295: Like Him

"....To think you still have his eyes still. To think you still have his heart....To think you still have his spirit." The Mother answered weakly, holding the father close to him, letting him smile and rest, knowing they did all they could.

Solomon still couldn't believe what he was seeing. The Shadow tried to comfort him, yet the Biblical Sorcerer swatted him away, his face contorted into rage and sadness. "Why...!? WHY!? WHY ATTACK ME!?" He'd scream, tears beginning to swell.

The Mother grew silent for a few minutes, yet Solomon never bothered to ask again, his question was already set in stone to her. After such minutes, she opened her mouth again. "I'm sorry.....I'm truly sorry.... We wanted our family to be whole again. When we left you out of the house...when we heard your tears....It felt sickening in what we've done to you." She'd began, hugging the very corpse, unable to look up and face her son in such earnest. "When you were gone....when we threw you out....We didn't expect you to look at us the same way. We were called out....and we never gave you a proper answer to it all."

Solomon's tears came down once he heard her words. Even when she looked down, the boy can tell her expression, her very self, was in pain. "So by killing me.....you get closure...Is that what I'm hearing?"

The Mother shook her head. "When he arrived...he granted us a gift. He told us that he can fix our family....but at a cost. To make sure nobody ruins such a family again. When we saw the Shadow...we couldn't help it. It destroyed us....So we had to react. We had to react....in the only way it was allowed."

"...And by 'he'...it's the guy who's been passing around the contracts, huh?"

The Mother nodded her head in response. "....There are so many things we want to say...So many things we want to do....once we found you again. I.....we.....we do not deserve to live on....if our son still continues to have hate in us. We couldn't look at each other again after what we've done...."

Solomon took a deep breath as he heard such words. He understood her, yet, he can't help but wish to deny such words. "Mom....That's why you're so lost in the first place. When I was raised by you....You literally never gave me a proper life. You said it yourself. You wanted a Scholar, not a Monster. When I left out there....I thought I was becoming such a monster. I was so afraid of you guys not wanting to care for me, I was thinking of hiding what I take far away from me, just so that I can forget and never notice it again. When I took that book...It sparked something. It made me actually happy. That 'monster'...was the only time I felt happy in the first place. It was something different. Something special. You understand why, right...?"

The Mother grew silent, tears coming down her face, before finally looking up, her auburn eyes holding such grief. "We were so scared....That you wouldn't grow up to be successful. I..... I....-"

"You don't have to be. I already am...And while you guys may not have been there....I'm at least happy with the fact you can see me as such." The Biblical Sorcerer gave her a smile, making the Mother begin to sob like mad, unable to hold it anymore.

"You....sniff...You shouldn't be tugging your mother's heart like that....." She would state, crying, yet smiling. She was forgiven. The Shadow that loomed around the boy couldn't help but comfort the boy, a pat on his back, as he found forgiveness, despite such turmoil. Just as he was about to leave, something was shimmering near his eyes: A Knife. Both of them would be shocked as to why such was on their possession, with the Mother raising it up, shaking her head, trying to get away from it.

That was when a voice was heard behind her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh....What a perfect conclusion. Even after such turmoil, one still found a heart worth caring. Unfortunately, however, she has still broken our contract. She has left her lover to die, so she must pay its price." The voice demanded, much to her horror.

"B-...But he gave his life for me...He didn't want me to die....What could I have done there?" She spoke, turning her head, fearful for her life, wanting to stay alive just so she can hug her child. The parchment made itself known as it floated behind her, with Solomon forced to witness such. He'd try to have Shady stop such suicide, but the Parchment would be quick on casting something, suppressing the shadow, rendering it back into the floor. "Please...," the mother begged. "Let me have this moment....with my son....with my boy....Please."

"I'm sorry my dear. Much like the domino effect of death from Romeo and Juliet, one lover wouldn't handle the guilt of another. Even if he gave his life, which I will admit, was a very noble cause that I should've taken into account, it is still death upon his hands. One cannot without another, my dear. I will permit you to say your last words, as the knife plunges inwards. Judgement awaits you."

SHIKK!!!

Blood spilt all over the floor, the mother's eyes going dark. Her body had no control, her voice only echoing such lines of 'Romeo and Juliet', as if she was an actor on a play. As she bellowed such words out from her, she was able to speak once more, her gaze towards her son. Despite such tears, despite such pain, she still smiled. "We will take care of you.....from beyond....my Son." she would utter, before having her body drop to the floor. Solomon's eyes were wide as he'd look at the two corpses, hearing the laughter from the parchment.

"A twisted fate, one that wished to be reunited, only for the bond to be severed short, their hubris, their consequence, now as their nail in the coffin. What a perfect tragedy, and the cherry on top? Throughout this entire squabble, they still held such hope. Chekov's gun. I should probably use this for-"

BAM!!!

Adrenaline spiked on the child like mad as he rushed forward and lunged a straight punch, the parchment quickly drifting amongst the winds as Solomon created a crater in the chapel. He looked back at the paper with bloodshot eyes, his fury at its peak. Once again, the paper laughed, as it drifted away. "Now, now...I gave you a gift, remember? It's not nice to assault the giver, isn't it? Not nice at all, in fact. We will meet in person, though, so it's best to save your rage. Save it when the time is nigh. I await your fury with upmost excitement." The paper bellowed, before disappearing through the hole, leaving Solomon alone in the church.

His screams echoed in its main hall, an act of vengeance for the being responsible.