A Child Turned Into A Soldier

Chapter 18: The Man in The Mirror

As I was about to enter my room, I heard the sound of the front door opening.

I decided to change directions and head back downstairs to speak to my mother who I presumed to open the front door.

Reaching the downstairs, I was able to see her and notice that she had a smile on her face. It seemed like whatever she did during the discussion put her in a good mood.

This made me push off telling her that I might have to leave in one weeks time. Our relationship is a complex one and I don't know where I would place it in my priority list.

Before I received the offer it would have been on top, but now I don't think I can't say that anymore. This was something that interested me more and felt more important than being close with my mother.

I believe a simple healthy relationship with her would be enough. Honestly, I feel like she should have another child and focus more on them rather than me.

'Screw it, let's just drop the bomb now and get it over with. I might not even take the offer anyway.' I thought, being sick of having to think of so many things at the same time.

"Mother I have something to say, the agents earlier gave me an offer of being able to attend an esteemed academy overseas. If I accept the offer, I will have to leave next week and will probably not be able to see you often for awhile." I said in a straight toned voice stating facts that need to be heard by her.

My mother looked at me, that smile of hers not fading even after hearing the news, then she asked the question. "Is this something you want to do Azrail?"

Hearing this question absolutely stumped me. Everything I thought she would do or say didn't happen, I came to the conclusion that she either completely changed or is putting up a facade.

My mother never gave a damn about how I felt, yet here she is asking what I want to do.

When thinking about the question the answer would be yes. This was something I did not want to miss; the opportunity was a life changing one.

"Yes mother it is..... I'm sorry I have to leave you already even though I just got back. Honestly why don't you focus on yoursel.." I tried telling her to focus on herself and to maybe have another child to give herself a second chance at motherhood, but my words were cut short by her aura.

Her aura was a scary one to be in front of, those crystal blue eyes of hers were shinning and looking straight through me.

She titled her head to the side a little and spoke with her voice filled with mana and Ki. "Azrail, I'm not the same weak minded person you knew before, I also know you aren't a kid anymore. Someone who earned the title of Executioner wouldn't like to be babied.."

Hearing her call me that sent a defensive mechanism to my head, my mood completely changed and turned to a hostile one.

"Are you threatening me?" I asked with my voice laced with killing intent, anyone who's called me that name ended up buried underground, no longer able to see the light of day.

My mother's aura didn't budge, she held strong still staring straight into my eyes with her smile getting bigger than before.

"Threatening you? I'm your mother Azrail I wouldn't do something like that. Stop worrying about me and our relationship and focus on yourself. You don't have to stress about making decisions with me in the picture, simply do what you want."

".... So you want the same thing I do?"

"Yes, let us just act our normal ways, we don't need to make our situation something that affects our mind all the time. Just simply do what you want and come home to your mother when you want to."

"Are you sure this is what you want? I heard some mothers stick to their children like glue."

"I'm not like most people; I am completely different from most. Some might call me a bad mother for this, but I don't care about them. If this works for us, then that is all that matters."

"Alright then that works for me, I wasn't ever good at personal conversations anyway."

"Haha no you weren't, we do have to work on those social skills since I would love to be a grandmother. Anyway, go take a shower so that I can drop you off at the mall."

"Why do I need to go to the mall?"

"Because I'm sick of looking at you with those same stupid clothes on." My mother said with her eyes closed yet that smile on her face was massive at this point.

".....Okay I'll go shower." I said scared for my own wellbeing, it's like she just dropped trying to be sensitive around me which I preferred if I was being honest.

I made my way to the bathroom to shower and once I got inside, I started to take my shirt off.

Once it was off, I looked into the mirror and hated what was looking back at me. The scars all over my body were ugly, each one of them made me repulsed.

The scars on my face however were by far what I hated the most. Each time I saw them I would rip away at them making them worse than what they already were.

This is the reason I always wore masks to hide my face, not because I wanted to hide my identity, but because I did not want to see my own face.

I noticed my left hand was already at my face picking away at them, trying to rip them off. I stopped myself and turned away from the mirror, I was holding myself back from completely smashing it.

'Once I die and go to hell, all of you scumbags are going to suffer by my hands yet again, just you wait....'

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