Two Sides Of A Coin

It was the day of his own death and the very moment of him throwing himself to it. The axe from the minotaur sliced his head clean, and in those last moments, he felt more betrayed than he ever did. The scene replayed in his head again and again, was nothing compared to what came next. The sight of Amedith's head held within his arms the cowardice of his own would've led to such a result.

"Would you've preferred him dead?" Asked the horror, and Raven replied without a moment of pause.

"No."

"And yet you hate him for what he did, but alas your dream would come true soon enough. Leave him to me, and I'll slowly choke the life out of his eyes, and when you return to the rest nobody will know what happened and the blame will fall onto me, a monster!" Not for a moment did the offer sound tempting to the mage, instead, holding the head of a friend in his hands, all he felt was an unbristled rage.