Thorne Dripping Red

Magic brought us here fast, I am glad it did. I did not want to sit by the window wondering if what we were doing was right. I did not want to constantly remember the painful memories every time I doubted this. It hurts, but they didn't deserve to be hurt. And since they were hurt it's only right that he feels the same, no worse, he...

    The moment I felt Allicin on mine I relived that I had my nails digging deep within my skin. Looking at it drip I managed to regain my senses. They deserve it, no matter how they cry and beg, today and forever I will show no mercy. 

    "Ace, Aidan, begin and do not  hold back. From today we're not going to hell alone." 

    "Yes, archmage."

    The two are incharge of taking out the guards. They would be nuanced if they remain. Each would be lured in with a crime, one so violent that even their lives would be considered pointless. And one by one it will touch their throats at the tip, and slowly get deeper. One drop leading to another, till it all drips out. And then the next move. 

"Go Allicin."

I can feel my smile turning slowly into a smirk. My legs lift my body up as if it was an automatic pull. I can feel it, as Allicin causes chaos in the castle, one prince at a time is drawn towards her face. Her subduction works so well putting them to sleep is so easy. 

"Well, I guess it's time for King Michael to be put to rest. Permanently!" 

Walk through the castle halls one foot in front of the other. My mind goes crazy, screams, the lullaby, the closet, their faces alive and dead. All of it comes back. The anger always manages to get me so well that I go insane. No, to be more precise my hidden psychotic mind is revealed. 

"Isn't it fun that he is the one that will help us scare  his father."

"A man that frames and kills innocents to save nobles is hardly worth keeping alive Allican"

Once the tip of my heels touches the door I pause. Lifting my head up, I looked at what was made up of pure gold and jewels. What a lovely life he had. Watching as it gets consumed by the fire. I take my final breath before stepping into the home of the first devil of our journey.

"Aidan's right Micheal your time as King is up."

Seeing his face made me laugh so much I couldn't even finish my sentence. 

"Oh wait no that's no right, you still need to enter hell. And unfortunately that road is so painful."

"WHO ARE YOU?! How dare you enter the room of a king. GUARDS, GUARDS."

"Save it. Aidan and I already got rid of it all."

"And don't worry about our family, they're asleep. If you even cared about family. Oh wait, if you did, your father wouldn't have killed ours!"

"Relax Allicin he will get…"

"Your…. You're those devil's children. HA! You don't deserve to live as much as they did. You all are not but monsters."

I turn my head slowly in his direction. I could even think this was possible. But to be honest I should have. There he is on the floor out of fear knowing his death approaches closer and closer, yet he still has the guts to talk. How dare he. 

"You know I was going to do this quickly but it seems you're more than just an ugly face."

My feet sprint me to him, my hands grab his collar and throw it at the wall. My left hand grabs his throat and begins to grip harder and harder. The second I let go I graded it, the organs that were meant to provide a feeling of happiness, and care but gave him only greed and stupidity. It was a beautiful crimson color with blue and hints of purple. The amount of blood that streamed and gushed out put content in my heart. 

"You never needed it, just like the world doesn't need you. Your death is more useful to us. Rest well."

I dropped it on what was left of him. Smuggling the back of my blooding hand on my cheeks to wipe my tears. I knew that after that there was no turning back, no rewind. The game is in motion forever.

"Shall we move to the next bastard?"