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[dajjalen]

Day 16 - Pain @daily-writing-challenge​

‘Make the pain productive.’ Those were the words the demon hunter had spoken to his young friend and roommate. He left the interpretation open to however Aerden wanted to understand it, but given what he had recently gone through, it seemed fully encompassing.

Dajjelen wasn’t surprised by any of what the young man had told him. Both Sana and he were young, and while he wasn’t familiar with her past relationships, he knew this was Aerden’s first.  The younger elf had been impressionable and eager to please, things had progressed quickly, and there was too much focus on their future together. A recipe for disaster with young love.

It reminded Dajjalen a lot of his first real relationship. Three months in and they moved in together with plans of ‘forever’.  At the time it seemed as if they were meant for each other, that they had found their soulmates.  He wore those rose-colored goggles for about a year until she dumped him out of the blue one day.  He felt as if his heart had been ripped from his chest and while he went on and eventually did find his soulmate, he remembered how it felt.  How Aerden probably felt now. It was devastating to lose your first love, especially in such a sudden way.  Despite the fact that Dajjalen rarely showed much emotion, he could at least empathize.

That wasn’t the only pain he was referring to with his words of advice.  Aerden hadn’t mentioned who had left him in that broken and bruised state, but Dajjalen knew.  Anyone close to Aerden probably knew. It would be so easy to take care of that issue himself, but he knew that the young man had a claim on his own vengeance.  It was one of the reasons that the demon hunter remained within the city walls, he wanted to be available to help where he could, even if that meant playing the part of an alibi.

However, if that man tries to lay a finger on Aerden again, Dajjalen would be there and he would not hesitate.

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[aerdendios]

Daily Writing Challenge Day 16 - Pain

At his follow-up appointment with the clinic, he was given a clean bill of health. There was still a small amount of bruising and stiffness, but that was to be expected with the trauma that his body had gone through. Everything felt good enough to return to the gym, although he was advised to hold off on the sparring for at least a little while longer.  It was for the best, with the pent-up rage he was holding inside of himself, he didn’t want to hurt someone that didn’t deserve it.

Aerden still had yet to deal with the incident that happened with his mother’s husband on a mental level. It was a lot to handle, not just the news of that evil man being the cause of his mother’s death, but also what had been done to him. Every time he thought back on it, that lump of fear began to rise in his throat.  He had spent hours thinking that he was going to die, and at times wishing he would die instead of having to suffer through the pain.

He shuddered at the thought, flexing his fingers to ensure that they were still functioning properly, and then quickly shoved that thought deep down.  It wasn’t healthy, at some point he would have to talk about it to someone, probably a therapist. Doctor Deh’lorei had already offered, but thankfully didn’t press the topic. This was not something he wanted to dump on anyone else’s shoulders, that would only cause rash decisions and this was much more complicated than he let on.   This was his problem. Plus, he needed to be the one to figure out what he wanted to do. He didn’t want opinions, suggestions, or anyone trying to sway his mind.

But deep down he already knew his mind was made up, it was just a matter of figuring out how and when, and then finding the courage. Aerden had killed before, but only out of absolute necessity. Even then, he wasn’t sure he considered blood trolls or minions of N’Zoth killed in battle on the same level as planning on murdering a man he once called his father.

He squeezed his eyes shut at the thought, inhaling deeply in an attempt to calm his racing heart.  Could he really do this?  What if he chickened out at the last moment?  What if he got caught?  There were so many what if’s involved that it became overwhelming; maybe it didn’t need to be this complicated.  

He had been chewing so hard on his lower lip that he eventually tasted blood.  If anyone would be able to understand and help, it would be Pollux right?  He knew the man himself, and rightfully held a grudge against him.  Pollux also knew about all the past abuse Aerden had suffered by him. They weren’t the only ones he had hurt either. It wasn’t a crime if he deserved it, right?  Aerden pulled out his comm device and sent a brief message off to Pollux before he could think too much about it:  ‘U able 2 get any leave soon? Need 2 talk.’

Now it was time for the gym, he had a lot of bottled-up aggression to get out.

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