What did I do wrong, Brother?

I always wondered that. It haunts my sleep sometimes, and I watch out the window at the night sky and think about you, about where you are nowadays, about what you might be doing. Mum and Dad say I should forget about you, because you did bad things. But it's too hard to stop remembering you, Brother.

The day you left is still burned onto my memory. You came to me while our parents were out hunting; you told me you had a surprise waiting for me in the cellar. Maybe I was silly to trust your word, but I think you've always been a good liar; it's just part of who you are.

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Anyway, I was really excited that day. I thought you'd finally stopped hating me and wanted us to have a good relationship. And yes, I know you used to hate me - I'm not that stupid. You felt like I stole Mum and Dad's attention away from you, right?

Silly Crowley. They never stopped loving you, no matter what you thought. You were the dark one - the one who liked the shadows and the taste of fresh blood, the hunter, the stalker. You were the strong one. Our parents sometimes call me their white angel. D'you think that's the reason they seem to love me more than you?

When you took me down into the cellar and the door slammed shut by itself, plunging us into darkness, I honestly thought I was going to die right there and then. Maybe a little part of my mind had realised you could be dangerous. It was like a light snapping on inside my brain, and suddenly I could see. But seeing and understanding weren't the same thing.

And I never understood //you,// Brother.

Even though Dad came in to save me - looking like a furious black thundercloud, I might add - I still felt dead inside. Even as Mum carried me to safety and Dad yelled at you and raged at you for trying to hurt your little sibling, all I wanted was to see you again. Talk to you again.

Now you're gone. You've been gone for a long time. What exactly have you been up to all these years, Crowley, and why did you never come back to see us? You must have known Mum and Dad didn't truly hate you... oh right, maybe you didn't.

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But I swear, Crowley, they forgave you in the end, despite what you'd nearly done to me. It just took time - and OK, if you came back now they might not welcome you with open arms, but they've forgiven you. I promise they have.

I guess I'm the only one who has the right to hate you, really. You did try to kill me when I was only a child. But listen Crowley, I don't know what it feels like to be forgotten by your own parents. To speak to them and have them not notice you. It must be horrible - maybe horrible enough to drive you to do what you came so close to accomplishing.

I'm happy you didn't kill me, and not just for the obvious reasons. I still hold out hope that we can meet again someday, when I'm a little older, and have a proper sibling relationship. Maybe I'm asking for too much, but what else can I say?

I miss you, Brother.

- Lucifer

Re: xD When my hair's grown out like it usually is, it's untameable.

That was so beautiful and sad. T_T

I'm glad you really like it i hope to have it up seen ; )

What are all the Dragon species? or should I make a new type of Dragon for Naraka

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Thank you.... that Helps

hey np it was long over due