Despair

My mother was a beautiful woman, one of such beauty and refinement that even maintained it in her 50 s and even later.

I have never seen her curse me or my siblings, I never heard her swear and belittle anyone.

She was very kind to me and I never ever found a reason to be mad at her.

When I did mishaps and she scolded me I was always looking at her with a smile never being able to get angry or annoyed.

She was extremely protective of me and my sisters and every time I got bruised or hurt she was extremely worried and always stood and took care of us until we got better.

So when I heard that my mother didn't believe that chosen one lies I was unbelievably happy and even though that guy took my all, he didn't take everything.

The day I came to my house and witnessed my mother's dead body on the floor my brain froze and my soul shuddered.

With trembling hands, I gently lifted her head as I checked her vitals.

An even bigger tremble hit me as I could sense her unbeating heart and cold body.

My head throbbing and heart despairing I tried my best to calm down.

But then I heard sounds and a scream entered my ears.

<YOU BASTARD, HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER!!!!>

I lifted my head and calmly turned it towards the source of the voice.

There I saw my sisters together with my past fiancee and the rest of the women all surrounding me with the chosen one in the front.

My brain registered everything as my eyes turned emotionless and my whole face relaxed.

My body temperature drooped a lot as my veins with black blood started showing themselves.

It looked like the people there wanted to say something however I was faster i stood up and put my mother's body on the bed.

<When you took everything from me I didn't look for revenge because it was in vain as I knew the truth so I tried focusing on myself.>

<But it seems that wasn't enough for your fragile pride as you even took my mother's life.>

<And after even that you chose to lie your way into convincing them that it was my doing.>

My voice was freezing cold and its calm was a dead giveaway to what was going to happen.

My sclera turned black as my irises became pearl white,my black hair turned white to show how my lifespan was being continuously drained, and my hands became mere husks of what was once a fair hand as I turned to look at what I thought I considered trusted friends and companions.

<I hate all of you with all my being, I know sacrificing my lifespan is not going to allow me to kill all of you but I hope you are proud of yourselves>

As I said those words I moved to start the battle with the chosen one and its companions knowing my end.