Chapter 8
The Right Choice
Despite the wailing voices, insistent and unyielding in their demand for death…
Voices that tore through the depths of Einver's heart and mind all at once…
The spirits continued to scream for their killer's demise, cries born from the longing for a justice stolen from them the day their lives were unjustly cut short.
The killing of innocents—this sin was written into the heavenly laws since the age of the very first man who set foot upon the earth.
Since that fateful day when a man raised a stone with his bare hand and crushed the head of his own brother…
From that moment until now, the slaying of an innocent soul has remained a crime without forgiveness.
Yes, within the divine religions there exists a gate for mercy… for sincere repentance.
But Einver was not seeking forgiveness.
Nor did he long for a beautiful ending at all.
He knew better than anyone the weight of what he had done…
And in the depths of his heart, he knew he deserved nothing but an end.
If another person stood in Einver's place, they would have chosen life immediately, without hesitation.
For who does not crave a new chance?
Especially a demonic criminal, a killer like Einver—
If he possessed even the faintest spark of mercy, as some might imagine, he would have chosen life, hoping perhaps to atone for the crimes he had committed.
But… Einver was not like them.
He had made peace within himself with whatever end awaited him,
be it damnation or paradise.
He knew full well what his end would be, and he accepted it with a heart as hard as steel,
even as the voices continued to scream for his death.
And he did not care in the slightest.
From the very beginning… he had wanted death. He had longed for eternal rest.
He did not care if that rest was in hell or in heaven…
For what he sought was rest itself, not the place it was found.
Some might ask: What rest could a mad killer like him possibly find in hell?
But Einver did not ask. Nor did he justify himself.
In his eyes… anything was better than continuing this life.
Even if it were torture for a billion years, or peaceful slumber to the sounds of heavenly music…
The outcome was the same for him — better than life.
But just before he could utter the word "death"…
Two voices rose upon the Path of the Cosmos… crying out for life.
Einver froze.
His heart trembled with a deep, aching shudder…
He knew those voices. He would recognize them even if a billion years passed.
"Mother…
…Void."
He lifted his head, and before him appeared a transparent, pure human form…
It was his mother's spirit, with her gentle smile and her pure gaze. There could be no mistake—this was his mother in every detail.
And to her right… a young boy, no older than ten, stood with an innocent smile.
His face was unmistakable… Void.
"Void…"
Einver whispered their names, his voice nearly breaking with pain.
He felt his hardened heart begin to tremble.
How could it not… when he had lost his mother… and killed his own brother with his own hands?
He could not even bring himself to look at them…
"Mother… I'm so sor—"
But before he could finish, his mother bent down upon the cosmic path…
Lowering her head toward him.
"I'm sorry, my son…
Because of me, all this happened…
Because of me, these innocent souls were killed…
Because of me, your heart was shattered, my son…
Please… forgive your foolish, stupid mother who did this to you…"
"Teacher… brother…"
Void's soft voice followed, his head bowed with a gentle smile:
"Please, choose life…
I know you want death… but you are kind… and gentle.
When my parents died, no one cared for me…
I was abandoned on the roadside, alone…
You were the only one who helped me, who cared for me like a younger brother…
Even if you were to kill me again… or a hundred times… I wouldn't care.
If it weren't for you… I would have died alone, never knowing what life meant."
The two of them bowed before him… apologizing to him…
While Einver's smile vanished completely, replaced by an indescribable sorrow in his eyes.
How could they apologize?
It was he who had failed to save his mother…
He who had killed his brother with his own hand…
He who had slaughtered innocents…
It was he who should apologize, not them.
"Mother…
…Brother…"
He pressed his hand against his chest, trying to move… but he could not.
In that moment, it felt as though the weight of the entire world had fallen upon his shoulders, pinning him in place, unable to move even an inch.
"Don't do it, boy…"
The shadow's voice whispered in warning.
But Einver unleashed what strength he had left, shattering the limits of his body once more,
and rose to his feet through willpower alone.
Then—without a shred of hesitation—he rushed toward his mother and brother, embracing them tightly.
"I'm sorry… Please forgive me…
Please… It's my fault…
I killed those people…
I was the one who couldn't save you, Mother…
And I was the one who… killed you, Brother…
I…!"
But he did not finish his apology—his body suddenly collapsed to the ground,
as if crushed by an immense cosmic pressure that nearly destroyed him completely.
...
"You fool… Didn't I tell you not to move!?
You're on the Path of the Cosmos—did you think it was your garden at home?
No one can withstand the pressure of the cosmos upon their soul and move freely!
Damn it… if I hadn't intervened at the last moment, your soul would have shattered completely—and even I would not have been able to bring you back."
The shadow scolded him harshly.
But when Einver opened his eyes… he did not care for the shadow's words.
All he cared about… was looking at his mother and Void one last time.
"My son… go forward… and choose life."
"Yes, brother… Don't worry… we're fine…"
The two spoke with serene smiles, as if they had fulfilled their final duty.
And slowly… their bodies began to dissolve into the Path of the Cosmos,
without pain… without fear…
Only with a sense of peace, and pure tranquility.
They were happy… because they had seen Einver's eyes return to their pure state once again.
"…Shadow…
I…
I choose life!"
Einver cried out, his voice clear, filled with purity, as he lifted his head toward the stars.
And for the first time in a very, very long time—
a faint smile crossed his lips.
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