6. Innocence
Everything was lost. The fortress had fallen to their
enemies. Valerius was running back in the castle, taking three steps at a time
to climb the stairs faster. There were beheaded corpses everywhere; blood and
insides spilled out. He refrained from whimpering at the sight, his own sword
drying with human humors.
The servants hadn't been excluded from the massacre, white
clothes turned a reddish brown. Their faces saved in an eternal gasp.
"Castella?" He yelled, looking everywhere in their
quarters. She was nowhere to be seen.
"Castella!" His scream of despair echoed against
the heavy walls. He reached the bedroom, yanked the door open, and there she
was. Lying in a pool of blood, her face white with Death.
"Oh my darling," he whispered, falling on his
knees and crawling to her. He gently took her on his lap, brushing her hair
away to reveal
her
beautiful features.
"Valerius… She gasped, and blood poured out of her
mouth. She had been stabbed in the ribs, and… he lowered his gaze. Pale thighs,
slashed open, more blood pooling from between them. Tears came down his cheeks.
"I'm so sorry darling." He hugged her tightly
against his chest, broken arms at an odd angle at his sides.
"This never should've happened."
She breathed rashly, her cheek against his shoulder.
"Kill… Kill them for me."
C'est gore, j'aime ça mwahahaha. Très bien écrit! Gros bisou xoxoxoxo
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