Winters words made my stomach drop as they seeped through me like a contagious disease and yet my opinion of the child didn’t change as I soothed his whimpering form as nightmares drifted through his unconscious mind. He twitched in my arms as he chased the demons away, sweat beaded along his forehead and plastered his smooth locks to his face. I bit my lip nervously as I struggled to understand the hardships, he had face throughout the years when I couldn’t protect him.
I should have been there for him, I should have been the one to give him life and nurture him, I thought sullenly as I hugged his small frame.
“I noticed it when he first appeared before me,” Winter said in a hushed tone as she brushed Razael’s hair away from his face.
“Azrael isn’t selfish enough to deprive his son of
