[Metal Tsubasa]: 95.The Story of Toen Wraith.Marius' story.Savin' Me-How could you know

Marius stood there, blood spattered across his face and torso. Blood Bane in his hand was no longer cracked, it had healed itself with Sozosha’s blood and now Marius could feel an unnatural power surging from it. It ran through his veins like a drug, but Marius didn’t like the feeling and quickly dropped the blade from his grasp. He had killed her, the one person that held all of Vorseth and it’s orbital planets together all to avenge his father. He felt completely alone then, as if even his own soul had left him to flea the impending destruction that would befall all he knew and cared for. His body shook gently and a wicked smile slipped quietly across his face. He would make it better, he would prove that they didn’t need Sozosha to hold the world together. Something in him made him believe that the creator’s blood in his father’s sword would make everything better.
Marius’ eyes dropped back down to the sword and he slowly bent down to pick it up. It had once been so warm to the touch, but now it had turned icy cold, feeling almost like death itself. The power rushed through him again, as soon as his fingers brushed the hilt and right away he felt he knew what to do. With his eyes looking like his father’s and his father’s before him, Marius glared angrily down at the dead body before him. He would show everyone what he could do; he could save this now dying world from destruction.
For now however, he turned back to his own quarters, to tell his young wife what had happened. He pushed the door open and found nothing there so he turned to his mothers quarters, hoping to find someone to tell before all of Heaven found the body. He wasn’t thinking straight, still adrenaline was choking his thoughts, which was the reason why he didn’t think to clean his father’s sword before he dragged it out in front of his mother. Now Marius stood, in front of both Mika and Margot, who had come over to make sure her mother-in-law was alright, shaking and breathing deep with blood covering him from head to toe. He saw Margot, clutching Mika’s hand as she sat in a chair by the ed, still unmade from the last time she had slept with her now departed husband. Margot looked back at her husband, her mouth ajar upon seeing Marius coated in blood.
“Marius?!” his wife exclaimed as she grabbed Mika’s hand tighter. “Marius, what have you done?! Who’s blood is that?!”
Mika looked pale and weak, she looked as though she couldn’t even stand on her own. There was pain in her eyes, but she couldn’t find it in her to look at her son. Marius hardly even registered what his wife had asked until he finally realized that she had mentioned something about the blood. Whose blood? He thought as he looked at the sword in his blood speckled hands. Whose… blood…? With his eyes clouded in the memory of Sozosha’s murder, Marius looked to Margot, parting his lips weakly to mutter, “Sozosha… I… I killed her… I killed… Sozosha…”
There was silence in the room then and Margot dropped to her knees next to her mother-in-law, who’s expression now seemed to mimic Marius’. His mother looked at him and tears began to well up in her eyes. “Sozosha?” she muttered weakly. “You killed… Sozosha…?”
Marius hadn’t expected his mother to be happy with him, but what he received in return for the news was certainly not anything remotely close to what he had expected. Mika tried her best to stand, but as soon as she was on her feet Mika fell over and Marius rushed in to catch her in his bloody arms, dropping his father’s sword on the ground. She was like a rag doll in his arms and the only movement was the convulsions from crying. Mika wouldn’t grab onto Marius’ arms, or even attempt to move from where she was and this all confused her son to the point where he was about to start crying.
“Mother?” he questioned, sounding more like himself than the catatonic figure that had once taken his place. “Mother, what is it? What’s happened?”
Whatever had happened in his parents past, long before he had been born, was never revealed to Marius. Normally, things like that were shared at a younger age, as ‘life’s lessons’ came into play, but Marius had lived on Vorseth, learning human lessons, so he never knew what his parents had gone through at younger ages. He didn’t know, how could he know? So as Mika looked pathetically up at her son, he had no idea that she would say what she did.
“Marius…” she told him weakly, “with her dead… I’ll die…”