The ghost of you

He moved into his temporary den for the night. Ganta was in the back of his mind as he gave a yawn. Things were falling into place for both brothers but Rikeros had more work to do. He circled in place before laying down with his head under his tail. His eyelids slid closed as he gave a sigh. His muscles relaxed and he fought the flashes of his past as he let sleep take him over. For once he felt like he was truly his fatherxs son, like his father would be proud of him if he was here. No longer did he blame sin for not looking for him, it was now the eldest fault. Enigma, paradox, forsaken. They all should of looked. Should of known how the world could twist and hurt a young boy into something they wouldn't recognize. More he blamed those that attacked and scattered his family. They would pay, and all of those that stood in his way would as well.

Sleep took him slowly, his mind reached for the familiar comfort of Sin in his dreams without his true knowledge. It called him in his afterlife as it had hundreds of times when he was so far away, yet his mind knew there would be no answer. His head shifted in his sleep like a nightmare had him in its clutches. Then everything was blank.