Apocalyptica

He cradled her in his arms like a mother would her child, ever so gently rocking back and forth, lulling her to sleep. She looked like an angel in her sleep and in her waking that he could not comprehend what inhumane being would forsake their own child, abandoning her out in the vast night forest underneath a pine tree. Hot tears welled up in his eyes, his heart ripping to shreds for the angel that he now had cocooned in his arms. She could not yet talk, walk or crawl. She could barely even open her eyes yet he could tell by the size and weight of her body that she was barely several weeks old. Bless her little heart. More hot tears went streaming down his cheeks as he cradled her, still gently rocking back and forth as he lulled and soothed her. He solemnly vowed to himself that no force was ever going to harm her till death recognized him. He would love her as if she were his own. Heaven knows he had already loved her with murderous ardor that he could not fathom what his life would be like had he not found her by that river. Eicca was suddenly overcome with fierce protective, maternal instincts . He spent the next few days making sure she was well fed and on that note had also vowed that she would never thirst nor hunger nor suffer as long as his soul remained in his body. 

The death of an angel...

She lay still, her body cold, her skin ever so pale, her long hair the color of the midnight sky. He chanted her name in agony, his piercing cries renting the air. He was now weeping fervently, letting out agonized, gut-wrenching bellows as hot stinging tears flowed freely down his face. Gently cradling her in his arms as he used to when she was only an innocent cherub...