Chapter 24 • Trigon

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Death is more preferable than this!

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Death is more preferable than this!

Year in and year out, all I have is solitude. This lonely existence is pure agonizing torture.

One day! One day, I will be free or die trying! Trapped inside the four stones walls with my mind in and out of deadly cycles, yes death would more preferable.

At least I have all the amenities I need. Thanks to my dear mom and dads. Dad-the mere word alone sends me into a shameless spiral. Guilt more than consumes me. Though I never really loved my father..Rawdus. I do miss him..sometimes. He was a mean and vicious bastard. Always hurting my brothers and I. Tormenting us all. I alone know mere words can not scar the flesh. Though his words were always hurtful. His lash was far, far worse.

I took the brunt of his ire. Being as we were both dark fae. He thought in his mixed up mind, that I was not evil enough. He alone, wanted me to kill my very own flesh and blood so that I may take the throne. That I could not do, never do, I dearly love my brothers.

My brothers. How I miss them. How I miss my twin. They never knew of Radus's deception. I could not tell them. Nor will I ever. It is my secret to keep. My secret to carry, my burden.

If you tell them they wouldn't believe you!

I know!

The voices in my mind torture my well being. I fight them daily. For over six years, I have dealt with their interference of my thoughts and the constant babbling.

For six years the only thing that has given me solace is a crystal that Talon gave me. It fits perfectly in my hand. He spelled it for me, to prevent the demons of my mind from overloading my senses.

It's the only item I cherish

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It's the only item I cherish. A rare and thoughtful gift from my beloved twin.
It quells the voices for me but it can do so only if I hold it. If I could penetrate it's core, I would fashion a necklace for me to wear, so I would never have to hear them again.

Hearing a door open I rise from my bed.

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