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I stood there staring at her headstone, the only woman I truly ever loved. I stood in peace and quiet contemplating what happened with her, and why I had to take her life, denying her the solitary existence I was cursed to. The night had been clear and cool, with a full moon hanging over head; watching me like a big brother would watch a child as he played.

“Why do you torture yourself like this?” a voice from behind me stated,” You did what you had to.”

"Did I?" I answered, wiping a tear," Did I really have no chance?"

"brother, you know that once the blackness is in you, it never comes out again," the voice said.

"I know, Ariel" I solemnly said.

“What do you want,Ariel?” I asked quickly wiping a tear,” And why can’t you even give me a moments peace?”

“You know me, Brother,” Ariel replied with a hint of laughter to his voice,” I just don’t know when to quit, you know.”

I shook my head then lowered it even more, then wiping another tear, preventing it from running down my face and falling off into the dirt below me.

“You are worse than He is, you know,” I stated.

“Ok, now I am insulted.”

I turned around to face a very well dressed man, with eyes as dark as night itself, a pale complexion, and jet black hair combed back across his head.

“And why,” I asked,” then would you harass me, when for centuries, all your poking and prodding didn’t work on me, do you still persist in trying to win me to your cause?"

“It’s my job as your brother, to harass you” he continued,” Are they calling you Marrock, now?”

"Yes," I said softly.

"You are denying who you really are, brother. She saw it and look where it got her."

I moved towards him stopping about two inches from his nose, our eyes locked on one another, giving him no time to get inside of my head.

“If you really wanted to help me so much, Brother,” I said insultingly,” Then why didn’t you help her when you had the chance?”

The silence was deafening, as the two men stood there with pure hatred and contempt for each other. Their gaze didn't break when storm clouds started rolling across what once was a clear sky..

“Now listen to me!,” the well dressed man said, breaking the silence as his eyes turned blood red as a clap of thunder rolled across the clear sky, “I will not be talked to like that by you, or anybody here.”

“Temper, temper, brother, “I smirked as I realized that I turned the tables on him once again,” Don’t loose your temper with me, you should know better.”

"Oh I have not forgotten anything, brother," the well dressed man said," and believe me I will be dealing with you about that soon."

The well dress man faded from sight, leaving me standing there alone again. I knew he'd be back and that we would have to deal with this rift between us again very soon. I placed the flowers on her grave and walked away slowly.

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