A boy stands by a window, just like he did years ago. The look on his face shows something that, usually, one isn't allowed to show: emotions. So many memories I'd rather not have.
Besides, we're talking about "Him". The first and last boy (until now) who killed a Redeemer, one of the few who escaped this Sanctuary - though he was the first who did it sucessfully - with two more acolytes and returned alone after months, was allowed to stay alive and live there as nothing ever happened. The one and only Thomas Cale. In the Sanctuary, everyone knows that he never shows anything so frivole as emotions... As a matter of fact, he is known for not having feelings towards anyone. That's almost true... I do not show my feelings often. Sometimes I think I've burried them for good, but then I see something that makes me remember her and then I have a mixture of weird feelings that I can easily hide as I've come to learn all these years.
Now he was 21 years old. Since he returned, he was given a room with a door (the key that he proudly carried around his waist, had given him a superior status, when compared to the other children). After all, pride is my worst sin.
Among the acolytes, he was feared as ever... However, now the Redeemers couldn't touch a single strand of his hair: they were aware of the danger that represented for them. They would be either killed by him or by the Lord of the Lords - his "protector".
He had been outside the Sanctuary many more times, all for the sake of a successful plan. My plan.
First, small villages that weren't even on maps. Then the outskirts. Most of the small countries have already disappeared. The Sanctuary had trained some boys that were already infiltrated in the security of the "big" countries. It was too easy. Everything and everyone would be annihilated.
But one there was only one thing: the last familly to be killed would be hers. The Materazzi family.
The family where she belonged, his former lover. He would never forget her and all they live through... Therefore I will never forgive her!
When Arbell betrayed him, his world fell apart. He fought for her, he'd die for her... All for her love. And he thought that she'd love him too. I was so wrong, so blind that I missed the big picture: she would never love a monster like me.
She gave up of everything he had given her for saving her family. He meant nothing for her. That's why he left her with a similar poem written by her great-grandfather that she held dear in her heart. The only difference was that it was a threat and she would remember every sentence of it until the last breath of her short life... I'll make sure to say it out loud, while I kill her taking my sweet time enjoying the sight of her beautiful eyes wide in fear, her pale body shaking and her mouth screaming silently because she's mortified of me.
I am bound to you with cables that not even God can break.
One day, if there is a soft breeze on your cheek, it may be my breath;
One night, if the cool wind plays with your hair, it may be my shadow passing by.
That night she'll see... Now I am a monster.
P.S.: Eu não tenho quaiquer direitos sobre The Left Hand of God.
As personagens, o seu passado e o poema (c) Paul Hoffman
Fiz este texto apenas porque me apeteceu fazer um pequena fanfic deste livro, pelo qual fiquei viciada...
