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The Crimson Son

– The “curses” wants the “crimson blood”, the most important thing in the world. Only the royal family of the first kingdom had the crimson blood of their generation. The crimson son has born, and now the “curses” wants him. – A dark fantasy story, of the one who want to hear his own requiem. Explore the cryptic and mysterious dimensions, for searching the monumental cross. the essences and the existences, are the two section that divided the entire world and system of “The Crimson Son”. Discover the all six hundred and sixty-six dimensions with Seraf and found the truth about his tragic birth.

raulquirini · Fantasy
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35 Chs

Chapter 6: Minus Zero (part 3)

I close and open my eyes. I've leave the minus zero room. I'm outside of the destroyed capital, under a big tree without any leaves. There are a fog that doesn't makes me see anything. In the sky there are clouds that cover the sun. It's freezing cold outside. I'm on the ground.

- "I'm outside off the room. How did i? I killed.. Heinard".

I stand up and i looks the big tree.

- "I will search the king" Slowly i moving to the destroyed castle.

The capital doesn't seems what i've see out of the window in the minus zero room. The capital is empty. The houses is all destroyed. In front of me, there are the church. The church is white this time, and doesn't seems like a "death house". Slowly i enter it. The doors are high, builded with wood and iron. When i'm at the entrance, i can see the inside of the church. It's very cold. Many things are destroyed. At the entrance there is a long red carpet that goes up to the altar. At the sides, there are many wood's chairs.

When I look up i can see a extinguished black candlestick. The church is silent. I can't hear any sounds.

I moving at the altar, and i see a large crucified.

I feel sick at the view of the crucified, i feel numb. The way that my head start to hurt in a imaginable suffering have no sense. Why at this view.. I feel suffering like a man who is getting in the hellfire.

I collapse on the floor.

My eyes are closed, but i can still hear something. I hear a footsteps, who is?

I slowly open my eyes.

- "My dear Seraf, remember, only humans die, the inhuman are eternal".

A men with long hair like the night are face to face with me.

- "Think about the chess. What part of the game are you? The chessboard or the player?"

- "…" I don't aswer.

He smirk at my face. It seems the death in person. He disappeared in a blink.

- "I need to go to the king. For Heinard".

The capital is desolate, decadent, more dead than a human without anyone. I walk slowly in to big castle.

- "How the capital feel without anyone? Probably if this capital was a human, he would kill himself. I'm not a pessimist.

Don't laugh at this line.

I'm just use the moral, how people live without their moral? I tell this sincerely, would you live like a rat in a trap? What do you do if you were in a trap?

There's are two different option.

Option A: try to escape from the trap.

Option B: accept your death, knowing that the next move are useless and not worth.

What are you choose?" I speak alone, like always. Never mind.

At my arrive, i can see the entrance of the castle perfectly. A high doors, destroyed.

I enter it.

No one. It seems like i'm the unique in the castle.

I start to walk on the superior stairs. Stone stairs. I've been walking on this stairs for five minute. It seems the stairs are infinitely.

After another five minute, i've arrived. I can see a throne at six or seven meters away. The king's room are semi-destroyed and immensely big.

I walk forward to the throne. It's golden with some blue decoration. At the top of the throne, there's a deep blue gem.

- "Where is the king?" I ask myself.

Behind the throne, at the back of the room. I see a person. He wear a long red hooded robe. I can't see he's face completely, only the smirk.

- "A person.. Here?"

I can't understand if he is man or something else. The voice are different from the others person, is like a blurred voice.

- "Who are you?" I ask seriously.

- "The real face of the capital, the other people looks only the mask".

- "What you intend?"

- "See the real capital with your eyes. Open them. What have you seen from the first moment you arrived, besides destruction and death? You saw nothing more than that".

- "…"

He's right. I've saw nothing more else than death and destruction.

- "What is the mask of the capital?" I ask while i walk to the person.

- "Is what people see, without their eyes".

- "So, which eyes?"

- "My eyes. Only you.. Do you have seen the real capital after a one hundred years. No one saw it before your arrived".