Creepy-Requiem

Requiem stood there completely frozen. He was in awe of who he was face to face with. A sense of safety and fear dawned upon him at the same time. Was this even real? “Hello there Requiem. It’s ok. You have nothing to be afraid of here. You’re completely safe.” Explained the god. A warm, inviting smile appeared on his shadowy face. “W-who are you? Why did you bring me here?” Requiem shouted. He fell to his knees before asking another question. “Where are my parent?” He knew the answer, but he refused to accept it. Tears began to fall down his face again. “Requiem. I simply answered your

It was a cold winter’s night. Rain was leaking through the ceiling and gusts of wind could be felt creeping in through the cracks and holes in the walls. However the warmth of the fire lifted everyone’s spirits and gave the house a calming glow. Requiem’s mother was preparing a dinner and his Father was sitting in front of the fire reading a newspaper he had managed to find on the floor in town. “Mother, what are we having for dinner?” Requiem asked curiously. He was but a small 7 year old boy at this time. “Your father managed to kill a dear. We are having Venison stew.” They were all very grateful