Served

in the name of love

It overwhelmed me, assaulting every one of my senses with its grotesque presence. The metallic tang of blood, so pungent and overwhelming, invaded my mouth, compelling me to taste the horror that unfolded before me. The stench of decay permeated the air, mingling with the acrid smoke that billowed from the burning buildings.

Amidst the chaos, the haunting echoes of desperate screams and agonized cries filled my ears. They bore witness to the atrocities committed by those who claimed to defend our kingdom but instead succumbed to cowardice when the true test of valor arose. Their blood joined the crimson pool beneath me, merging with the fallen soldiers who had betrayed their oaths.

Bitter resentment surged within me, fueling my every step as I climbed over the lifeless bodies on my path towards my sanctuary, my bedroom. With indifference, I trampled over their broken forms, feeling nothing but contempt for their foolishness. They reaped what they sowed, these pitiful cowards.

The walls of my opulent palace crumbled around me, raining debris upon my weary frame. Each collapsing piece revealing the decimation that had befallen my beloved kingdom. It was a heartbreaking sight, my once-majestic realm now consumed by merciless flames. At its core, the anguished cries of the village people resonated, a chorus of agony that seared into my soul.

How did we arrive at this wretched junction? As I witnessed the dying embers of my people's lives, I grappled to find solace in the name of love. But in the face of such utter devastation and unthinkable horrors, despair clawed at my heart, casting doubt upon the very foundations of my belief.

Was this twisted nightmare truly borne from love? Or had love been lost amidst the ruins, overshadowed by the darkness that consumed us all? As the flames danced and the cries of my people echoed through my tormented mind, I pondered these questions, haunted by the bitter reality that love alone might not be enough to save us.