No words can describe the anguish of losing a child. It was something that those whom never experienced it didn't fully grasped. Oh, they got on some level. They knew that the death of one's child hurt and some claim that the idea of their child dying was just unbearable, but they didn't realize just how heartbreaking it was. Kyrell did. He knew this pain all too well. He had lost four children to death. The first he claimed didn't count. She never drew breath outside her mother's womb. She never lived, at least that's the lie he fed himself in order to make the pain that much more easier to bare. The second had been a son he recently discovered he had. The third, well some might say the third didn't count as she didn't remain dead. Yet, the anguish he felt over those moments he thought she had died didn't vanish simply because she had decided to defy death. Now, there was this one--the tiny baby that laid broken and battered upon the ground before him.
The witch let out a heart wrenching scream as he tumbled to his knee before his child. Liliah? No. No! No! It couldn't be. She was too young to die. Granted, he had the same thought about his other children. What parent didn't think that when they discovered their child had been taken by death? He quickly scooped his daughter into his arms and pressed her against his chest. "Please. Please." He sobbed, begging the universe for this not to be true. She can't be dead. She's too young to die. "She's not even a year old, you fucking bitch." He screamed those words out, pressing his daughter tighter against his chest. Maybe if he pressed her tight enough his own heart would jump start her own. He didn't care if she had to take it all. She could have it all. He would gladly give his last breath so she could live. She was his daughter. He would give his very soul so she could live. He would do that--without question---for any of his children.
He jerked when he felt a hand upon his shoulder. Turning towards the one whom just touched him with a snarl, but the sound died within his throat upon seeing his first wife standing there. Ansley face was marked with grief. Liliah might not have come from her body, but she had loved the little girl like she had been her own. By the void, in her mind Liliah had been hers--just as Kieran and Keir had been hers. Just as any of Kyrell children had been hers, but she was trying to put on a strong face for him. She was trying to his rock. Keeping Liliah pressed tightly against his chest with one arm, he reached out with the other and pulled Ansley onto the ground with him. Than he buried his head into his chest and let out another one of those heart wrenching screams. The tears pouring from his eyes. She held him as she sung softly into his ears.
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