Chapter 8: Prologue Part 8

As he stared into the eyes that thirsted for his blood, he noticed the blade that was puncturing his chest and almost through his heart. The blade... it's imbued with magic. Demons with their absurd internal energy have fast regeneration. They cannot really die without anything that cancels that very same trait.

Why? I gave her everything, and she started to smile at me whenever I would give her money-

Money. They didn't have that before. As if buying a blade that conducts magic wasn't expensive enough already, actually imbuing the blade with magic costs even more.

It was by then that he realized. Her smiles... they weren't the type of smile one would show when they're happy, they were the smiles of someone plotting. Everything, from his hopes for the future and his determination to protect, collapsed into a scattered mess called Despair.

"WHY! WHY WOULDN'T YOU DIE!" She screamed at her own child. 

Every time she would say the word "die" he would feel like his heart is punctured by a needle. As she was about to swing again, Mammon accidentally killed his mother with the very strength that he used to gain her affection. It was at that very night that he hated humans, solely for having emotions... because even after all of that-

He still loved his mother, even though he couldn't sleep a wink ever since.

When he saw his father with a sword in his hand, the memories of his mother's attempt to kill him surfaced back.

Yet why?

"Aizen, I'm sorry I raised my voice, okay?"

Why is this one so different from his former parents?

"It's alright, Daddy took care of the monsters-"

Why are they so different? So... gentle?

"Daddy's gonna come get you now, okay?"

So warm?

"There we go, it's alright. Let's go back home, okay?"

This embrace from his father. It's the most comfortable place he's ever been. He was so sure that they were going to give him the same treatment his former parents did to him at some point, showing them their smiles then baring their fangs the moment he shows that he's happy with their hospitality.

But now, he felt happy and comfort in the arms of his father even though he still denies it.

"Aizen! Oh God!" His mother hugged him after returning from the forest. Someone is shedding tears of worry for him, hugging him and sharing their affection, the things that he wasn't able to receive back then.

He's confused.