“What the hell did you get from it?” shouted Estern, with tears streaming down on his face. “How much of a pathetic son you are to dig up your father’s grave and still have that bloody smirk on your face, you disgusting moron!?”
But the smile on the leader’s face only widened, “It’s just about time when you’ll realize that I am not that pathetic son who dug up his father’s grave, but you, my brother.”
It was as if Estern had skipped a stair going downstairs, his jaw tightened, and lips were shriveling. “What on earth – are you talking about?!” he screamed with the broken words.
“The day when my mother asked me to leave my dad with her and you, I refused. Such a disgusting women to abandon us in the times of despair! Too bad our father couldn’t handle the loss of his family that was breaking apart in front his eyes.
“My father didn’t say anything but your name, all the time! It was getting on my nerves! I hated you, I hated that woman! All that was happening was because you abandoned us! But one day, father woke me up, and whispered in my ears, “They will never call you Psycho’s son anymore.” And by the time I got up, all what I was left with was, my father’s body in front of my eyes, and a paper under my pillow.”
“He said that I won’t be ‘Psycho’s son’ anymore, he was wrong! I was considered as jinx, just like him! They said that I ate my whole family, I killed each one of them! ‘Like father, like son!’” The leader spitted on the ground. “And that was when I decided that I had to unlock the secret, to show to them that my father wasn’t “Psycho!” And the key to that secret was you!” said the leader, with the top of his voice, pointing his fingers straight at Etsern’s eyes.
Estern fell on his knees, and looked at his father’s body with his vision wavery by the teary eyes. His hands trembled as he turned his father’s back and looked at his face. His father’s face was shining as never before, he could swear upon his life that the lips curled into a smile. And then suddenly, he felt something. His father’s head was still in his lap, but a voice said inside him, “I love you, my son.” And the moment Estern understood the words that echoed in his mind, the body in his lap started to fade in a dust of sparkle that rose above from the ground and flew with the wind. Estern couldn’t tell what he was feeling, was it the guilt of abandoning his father that lead to this fate? or was it a feeling of happiness that was saying to him that his father loved him. And he bid him farewell in his lap, and sparkled in this dark night, flying to the God that he strived for all of his life.