Perceverance Useless (2)

Azrael watched with his own eyes as he returned to that horrible place as a child. In the slums of some lost place of hope and kindness. The streets were dirty and filthy, they were made of wet earth where the steps of the inhabitants left their mark and would be the only mark that they would leave in the world until the end of their lives. 

The walls of the houses were made of tin sheets that had been thrown by a nearby factory. The houses had no windows, having windows was a luxury since you had to get someone who knows how to cut the sheets of tin. 

The smell of cigarette, urine, excrement and blood was abundant. Almost no one could tell the difference between smells as that was the smell everyone had lived with since they arrived or were born here. This place was a total dump, where everything that exists is dumped. 

Humans abandoned by the same society that supposedly claims and watches over the innocent, so they received nothing. Because they were never considered as real humans. They were beasts that barely lived on the leftovers that humans left or threw away. Those who did not have a chance even though they received an education, those who were left out of society. 

Azreal watched as he ran with a child's body, in dark and dirty boots, with a coffee shirt full of dirt and all the elements of the place. His little feet ran until they stopped in a dark alley where it was barely lit by the sunlight and out of his clothes he pulled a piece of old bread with mold. 

In that a sound of the tin above was heard and his gaze turned upwards, meeting a red-haired boy with red eyes, his look was that of a hungry predator. And the sheen of knife in hand that reflected the sunlight. 

The red-haired boy was Azrael. 

 He saw how the infant version of himself jumped on himself and without any emotion, stabbed his right arm and a scream escaped from his throat but that cry did not belong to him. Their cry was ignored and no one came to the rescue, it was almost ignored by the multiple cries and gemini of the place where they lived 

His arm fell to the ground in pain, and Azrael felt that pain. Not only that, he also felt the fear although it was not his own, he felt the desire to escape even though they were not his own, he felt the desire to cry even though that feeling was not his. He felt all these feelings even though it did not belong to him in any way. 

Azrael, seeing the actions of his infant self, recalled who or better said to whom this perspective belongs. He was an ordinary child like many others of the place and also the only prey with which Azrael could fight for food, in this place babies are cared for by some but then abandoned as many others. 

The child that Azrael incarnated was agitated and tried to move Azrael from above him, but his arms could not keep bleeding and he felt weaker, the blood continued to pour all over his body and that of the little Azrael. He try to kick him, but the young Azrael was on top of his bulls and his kicks would never reach him. 

Even though young Azrael suffered and is terrified, he does not end his suffering or try to take the bread, even if that was his initial goal. At that moment the eyes of young Azrael became curious as those of a cat who found a new toy. 

The young Azrael took the knife and nailed it in the shoulder of the arm that still tried to push it away. 

"Ahhh! No please" He spat on Azrael's body even though he wasn't the one who cried, felt the despair of the cry, tears piled up on his face as he sensed his cruel fate. 

The young Azrael moved the knife back and forth until he cut a particular point, leaving his left arm unusable. Falling like a spaghetti to the ground, his right arm could not move even if he tried and exerted force the arm did not manage to raise or make any movement, even though he felt it and could move his fingers the arm could no longer lift. 

The young Azrael looked curious but didn't know what he had done, so he did it again on the other arm even though it barely moved. The knife moved slower but that made the pain much longer. 

The young Azrael moved the knife and experimented all over the child's body, Azrael felt all that pain, sintio each of his feelings that even if they did not belong to him almost as his own. The feeling of how the knife cut his flesh, which with dioficultad by the lack of the edge of the old knife, to the same extent the knife pierced his feet and unfurled, sintio as the fingers of the young Azrale entered into their heridads with curiosity to see how it was the muscles of the human body, wanted to see its functioning. 

On the face of young Azrael a beautiful smile, full of fun and the satisfaction of his curiosity. 

After all, when the body of the dying child and Azrael sintio as that non-existent void swallowed him, as a non-existent chain carried and burned his body, being eaten to never think again. 

And at that very moment when he felt it was over, he opened his eyes. 

Gabriel's golden eyes looked at him with a smile, which for Azrael was a repulsive smile that he would like to tear up and tear apart. 

"You!" Azrael couldn't stand it because he felt an extreme urge to vomit, so he vomited in the act. 

"What did you do to me?" He scream even with saliva in his mouth