Editing City Series:Volume2 Chapter 1 (section)

===Part 2===

Amon was certain that nightmares had a flavor.

It was an unpleasant flavor. It was raw like blood or like boiling seawater.

Whenever he had a nightmare, that flavor would endlessly seep into his mouth, his nostrils, and every last pore on his body.

It felt like sinking into a marsh. No matter how much he screamed or struggled, there was nothing he could do. He could not fight it.

He knew this because he had had the same nightmare again and again and again for so very long.

He was having it again now.

In the dream, he saw himself as a young child in a stone room. However, that child was not alone. He was with a woman who seemed to be his mother and they were hiding below a stone table.

The mother held him and stared at the room’s entrance without even blinking.

“Not again.”

His mind was calm in the dream and his mind’s quiet words sounded exhausted.

This was entirely normal and yet he still could not get used to it.

The dream continued on.

The young child turned his gaze in fear.

His eyes were staring at something. A figure stood in the doorway to the room.

The figure had wings, but they were not the wings of a demon. These were a dove’s wings.

In other words, this was an angel.

An angel was normally mostly white as the color of light, but the spear in his hand, the armor he wore, and even his wings were dyed crimson.

The young child let out a small scream when he saw the angel.

At the same time, the angel raised the spear in both hands and slowly entered the room.

“Stay away!”

Amon shouted as he watched the dream play out, but his voice was Overlossed by the presence of the nightmare. It was ignored.

The armor on the angel’s feet clanked as he stepped on the stone floor. It was a cold sound.

The mother faced the angel with her back to her fearful child. The hunter and prey had already confirmed each other’s presences.

The young child clung to his mother’s back and trembled.

Amon knew it was useless, but he tried to run into the scene.

He panicked and shouted again.

“Run away! Hurry! Don’t try to protect me!”

But his mind’s pleas did not reach her.

The angel pulled back his spear and his face was filled with the glee of taking down his prey. Seeing that kind of look for the first time shocked the young child to the point of tears.

When scared, children would cry.

That voice stopped the angel and his gaze turned directly toward the young child.

The angel knocked the mother out of the way with the shaft of the spear. The woman collapsed to the cold floor without even crying out and the angel shouted vulgar words at her before facing the child again.

He was planning to kill the crying child first. Amon knew what happened next and he knew there was no way for him to stop it.

“Stop! I don’t want to see this!”

He tried to close his eyes, but his mind continued to show it to him.

The spear moved quickly. Its path took it straight toward the center of the child’s forehead. The child stopped crying and stared straight at the glint of the coming spear tip.

And…

“Stay away!”

Just as Amon cried out, the young child was knocked out of the way.

“…!”

His mind gasped at this afterimage of the past.

The spear meant for the child instead plunged into the mother that moved in front of him.

The dream was silent, but he could swear he heard the low sound of metal piercing flesh.

The spear passed diagonally from her back and out her stomach and the muddy dark red blood of a demon spilled to the floor.

The young child endured the pain of falling to the floor and got up. His gaze naturally reached the stabbed mother who had fallen to a sitting position.

“…”

The mother’s lips clearly called Amon’s name.

The child did not understand any of what was happening, but he answered her voice with a small nod.

She must have been satisfied because she let out a quick breath and smiled.

It was a smile of relief.

“Why are you smiling?”

The mother did not answer his mind’s question and she slowly collapsed the rest of the way to the floor. She continued smiling all the while.

“Hey!”

The child hesitantly started toward his mother, but he stopped.

But not because the angel that had stabbed his mother was staring at him. He had seen a bright light beyond the angel and in the room’s entranceway.

It was a white light and it had a great presence as if it had solidified.

“…?”

The angel must have sensed the approaching light’s presence because he quickly turned, kneeled, and set his spear down with the tip pointed backwards. This was how a retainer greeted his lord.

By that time, a man stood in the room’s entranceway.

The strange man carried light with him and his wings were larger and more numerous than the angel’s. His simple white robe was immaculate and it shined in the light emitted by his wings.

He may have been a god.

He faced the kneeling angel.

…''Stop. The child has not sinned.

“I haven’t sinned? If that wasn’t a sin, what is!? I killed my mother!”

The pressure of guilt was Overridden on the dream and began to press down on Amon’s mind.

“I’ve lost so many people. If it wasn’t for me, none of them would have-…”

Unable to hear Amon’s cries, the god slowly entered the room.

He approached the young child who did not know what was happening and picked up his small body.

“Stop! Don’t take me away from her!”

The child must have realized he was being separated from his mother because he began to cry in the god’s arms and he reached for the woman lying on the floor.

Feeling someone grab that outstretched hand, Amon woke from the dream.