Agony

As Sergey clutched the paper, a worn piece of jewelry fell to the ground. His breath shook, his pupils dilated, and the room began to spin. Through gritted teeth, he spat out, collapsing to his knees:-I'd fought long and hard, clutching the damned piece of silver like everything depended on it. Had I not have been so naïve, it'd have flown right into a river nearby, or even better, at my rival's feet, for I'm no man of faith, but it shall be the last thing left for them before being abolished in the end. And here I was, caressing it, living in a delusion and on false hope that impending doom wasn't drawing near and that we all had time, that there's a better place. Woe is me, - he kicked everything in sight, the drawers of furniture unfortunate enough to experience their owner's wrath had rammed open, - what do they need the damned time for!? Refusing to indulge in bodily pleasures, yet not being able to muster a thought deeper than "where to next? But He says...", living like cattle for slaughter. So obedient. Obedient! Morons! Let all of them be cursed! How are they all so blind- the man threw himself at a wall, then curled up into a ball in a corner next to the bookshelves, - They had all the time in the world, robbed me of it! Why should those pests...I deserve it! Do you hear me? I know you do, you ignorant son of a bitch! I hereby curse you - Sergei spat at the piece of jewelry, then quickly averted his glance to the ceiling and hit his head hard against the wall the man had been resting upon. He screamed:-Morons! To hell with you!-Sergei fell with a loud thud, his yells turned into barely audible whispers: -Why not me, what is this tomfoolery? I worked harder, I really did, why is it me who had nothing. You don't need it, why would you take it? I'm important. I'm important! You don't care, but they remember me! Everyone!-Suddenly hurried footsteps began echoing behind the door to the masters chambers, the sound of shattering glass brought the man back from his high. He crawled to the sword, then stood up, tall and mighty. The glimmer in Sergei's eyes was replaced by a dull tone, one could even make out the subtle shift of his eyebrow if they looked closely. Mik's heart was beating at concerning speeds as he swiftly dashed away from the doors and down into the darkness. The crosses covered in jewels residing on the wall shone as though knowingly judging him. However, no matter how far Mik ran, he knew it was all for nothing. The boy could feel an overwhelming presence crushing him like a thousand rocks coming down all at once.Mik began breathlessly screaming:-Dear F...Father, I come before you w..with a concrite heart, aware of..of my shortshortcomings...and transgre...ssions. Forgiv...ve me- the boy's chant was ruthlessly cut off, fear clouded his eyes, the room began to spin and his vision became dark. Mik fell to the ground and only had time to yelp one last thing:-Master Malenki!-There are many things one may expect from death. As strong as his faith was, Mik was still afraid. Or at least that's what he wanted to believe. In truth he regretted the words that came out of his mouth.The boy became all too aware of his circumstances when a few moments later he regained his consciousness and felt a sharp stinging pain in the left side of his neck and strong hands wrapping around him. That's when he realised who his screams should've been aimed at and why his chest hadn't been pierced. Strange, as unpleasant as the situation was, the boy didn't attempt to thrash around or scream for help, quite the opposite, he got absorbed into the embrace. As cold as it was, not silk or feathers could ever compare to the comfort felt by Mik in that moment. He could only lift his head enough to see his once-blonde hair now stained with blood that was his own.There was a loud shriek, overpowering the wet noises, that brought Mik back to reality. A lone maid had stumbled upon the grotesque scene on her way to tend to the gardens. One of her most beloved butlers of the manor, covered in blood, in the arms of the one man, that she, in truth, most of them, hoped to never meet. And worst of all, she'd just gotten herself a death sentence. Sergei's gaze landed on her.The woman's eyes widened.-Aid me, O Divine Healer, when afflictions...ahhhhh,- the maid moved backwards, though unfortunately she bumped into a giant shelf, causing the giant head that resided above to land right next to her, oozing loudly. The woman's shrieks shook the ground. Sergei threw her a teethy, seductive grin and slowly moved his face away from the boy's neck, lowering him to the ground, -and let your mercy flow like...like incense, reaching the heavens where you reside.- With one swift motion, the man stood right next to her, his grin never faltering.-GRANT ME AID, FOR I AM NOT DUST...- Her words were accompanied by a wet gurgling sound, as her own head fell next to Pavel Malenki's, eyes still wide with shock. Blood sprayed from her white like milk neck, contrasting majestically, and painted a crimson picture of the events that unfolded that evening.