The End of the Conflict (III)

Victor seems to sunk deeper in despair at every step I made. It's already too late to explain the difference between both.

Does it matter? His mere existence is an error that shouldn't be. So many kids had lost their lives through the years by his hands.

An image of Maria crossed my mind. What if the same thing happened to her? I wouldn't forgive him.

If she saw me right now, would she be able to recognize me? Will she be able to look at me with the same warm eyes? Or will she run away terrified by the fear of watching a cold blood murder on this instant?

No, nothing else matter as long as I get rid of this man.

"G, get away from me!"

Victor hided behind his shield. I raised my katana up high and filled with determination it fell at once. The strike not only went through his shield but himself cutting his head on half without any effort. The edge of my sword was impregnated with a red liquid. The drops fall slowly one after the other from the tip to the floor forming a slight puddle. The blood from the corpse starts to overflow staining the place.

"..." I couldn't say anything and fell to my knees.

This is how it feels to kill a person? It's a feeling completely different to when I slayed the creatures, much more heavy, with much more responsibility. As much of a dictator he pretended to be he was still human. Full of emotions, ideas and a future. But I took away everything in an instant. I don't feel any sort of anger or wrath, I only fulfilled my duty, my mission of finishing his reign. That's all.

Seriously what I did was right? This lack of emotions is normal? This void inside me... it's truly who I'm?

My katana fell out of my hand, the damage caused by the fight against the Holder is back. The nerves are cut and I don't think I can hold it gain, I'm not able to move my arm and it feels numb. In my chest I have multiple wounds that turns my clothes red.

Nevertheless I'm still conscious, maybe I can manage to get my wounds treated...

"Ha, so you were able to defeat him. I must admit you have surprised me"

I heard a voice that interrupted my thoughts. I looked on that direction and notice the same hooded man that I saw when I entered the city, in his shoulder rested his peculiar weapon.

"You..."

I had completely forget that this guy was still around here. Was he watching our fight?

"Thanks for getting rid of that problem, you saved me the work of an eventual showdown. Although I was right after all, you were the one who I was waiting for"

"..."

I was already too tired to get up, neither able to say a word.

"Who would have thought that you were so special. A Seeker and Spiritist at the same time? You're a rarity. Oh well..." said getting close "You don't have to worry about that responsibility anymore"

Quickly he strike me with his scythe, this managed to cut my skin easily. I collapsed on the floor and started to bleed out.

This is how it feels to being on the verge of death? Good, now I don't have to feel guilty for the death of another human. I'm going to pay for my actions.

I managed to observe how that guy approached my katana as my consciousness fades slowly.

I see. That was it. How I hadn't notice before?

After seeing his peculiar weapon it must have been obvious.

He's also a Seeker...