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He had given up. Many times in his life he had chosen to look down, avoid the sun, and disappear in the shadows. For two hundred years Kai had learned to live without hope, without a path. Right now though it wasn't one of these moments, not one of those days he had been so accustomed to.
Because right now the end was nearing and he wanted desperately to be on the winning end. As he stood there, watching Arthur pin his father to the ground, his lover unconscious behind him he felt his body tense, his mind blur, and all he could think about was getting him, ripping him to shreds.
The leader of the Bloody People, the one responsible for his sister's death, the one who kidnapped his lover and friends, the one who ruined his life so many times he had lost count was finally standing in front of him, smiling with madness.