Creative Writing: Things Fall Apart

Mephisto nodded, brushing his long bangs from his face. He didn't speak, he didn't need to. Mephisto knew that they were both thinking the same thing, thinking the time King was no different from father in regards to their preference of dolls to play with over those who kicked and screamed and fought them every step of the way. "Mm?" He looked back up at Amaimon as his rushed, disbelieving question was spoken. He nodded again "there was, but I'm not sure. A lot of the pages of that book were burned out," probably by father. He had learned long ago that father held many things close to his stone heart. Many secrets and truths he never wanted to be spoken of again. Something he hid and always would for the rest of his immortal life "yes, father …show more content…
It was gut wrenching to truly see how much pain Amaimon had felt, still felt. See how afraid he was. Mephisto would have said something. Would have retaliated and told Amaimon that if he would just stop being afraid his darker side could fade off into nothingness because his good side could then happily enjoy Amaimon's company. He wanted to blame it on his brother when he knew this was his fault. Knew he'd quashed his and the earth's hopes of happiness. But he was corned and afraid so his mind ran frantic circles, trying to gasp desperately at any words that would prove him to be the one without fault. Mephisto found no such words. As he turned back around he saw how Amaimon had turned on his side, tears streaming down his face, breathing harsh, eyes wide as he could not see from them, panic consuming him. He had promised not to touch Amaimon again, but this, no he couldn't just watch as Amaimon had a panic attack. His hand reached out shakily, touching his shoulder "Otouto? Otouto...are you okay?" He knew the answer and it made his voice ring with panic of his own. He gave up and trying to keep his distance and sat up pulling Amaimon into his lap. For him contact meant comfort, so even though he promised he wouldn't touch Amaimon, his own fear pushed him to. He had never been comforted as a child and when he'd come to Assiah one of the first things he'd noticed was how humans held each other to comfort one another. Humans supported each other and wanted each other, for the most part to be happy. When children were sad their parents would pick the up and hug them, hold them close and wait till they felt better. When Mephisto was young if he was hurt and he cried he'd simply be hurt again, there was no gentle caring touch, he knew there hadn't been one for Amaimon either. He wanted to give him that, but his attempts still felt so awkward. He rubbed circles on his back, unsure of what to do as his own