The Grave Where Love Died
The night was quiet.
Too quiet.
The wind whispered softly as Damian El Diablo Reyes stepped into the cemetery.
No guards.
No weapons drawn.
Just him.
For once—
Not a king.
Not a devil.
Just a son.
He stopped in front of two graves.
Side by side.
His parents.
For a moment…
He didn't move.
Then slowly—
He knelt down.
Carefully placing fresh flowers on the cold stone.
He lit the candles one by one.
The small flames flickered in the darkness…
Like fragile memories refusing to die.
"Rest in peace… Mom… Dad…" he said quietly.
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
"Mum… I'm here."
A pause.
"I hope you're fine… wherever you are."
The wind brushed past him.
"Because I'm doing okay now."
Silence.
But his eyes…
Were empty.
"I don't think I'll ever love a woman again."
The words came out flat.
Final.
"Mum… you were different."
His hand rested lightly on the grave.
"I wanted to find someone like you…"
A bitter smile formed.
"But I guess…"
A pause.
"That kind of heart stopped existing after you."
The candlelight flickered harder.
"You're the only woman I've ever known with a heart like that."
His voice dropped.
Colder.
Darker.
"And now…"
"Anyone without it…"
"…doesn't deserve to live."
The air grew heavy.
"Because they broke me first."
A long silence followed.
"And now…"
"It's my turn."
The devil had spoken.
Not in rage.
But in truth.
Cold.
Unforgiving.
Final.
He stood up slowly.
Looking down one last time.
"Goodbye, Mum."
A pause.
"I'll always stop by…"
"…to say hello."
The wind blew out one of the candles.
Darkness crept in.
And without looking back—
Damian El Diablo Reyes walked away.
Leaving behind the only place…
Where his heart still remembered how to feel.
Has Damian gone too far… or is the world the one that created him?