Fated Destiny

Decisive

The roars and battlecries boomed across the barren land. Splatters of red substance littered the rocky stone ground. Blood slid down steep slopes and pooled in a small ditches. The warriors dug their shoes into the pits for balance while their swords clashes viciously, orange sparks flying off and creating sizzling sounds that triggered the sensitives' ears. Corpses laid glassy-eyed on the surface, warm blood trickling down their neck from their mouths. Billowing robes stained with sweat and dyed with blood stuck onto them, the wind ravaging through the foggy night. Blunt swords, rakes, brooms or what-not lied submissively with their owners, the casual glint of swords fading into nothingness. It was unsightly. Slowly, the numbers died down and few were left.

She could barely see anything. Tears drowned out her blurry sight, and her pupils were contracting in fear and disbelief. She was clutching the hilt of her trembling sword, knuckles becoming white. Her knees buckled and her breath hitched. Pressing her head to the ground, she begged until her throat became hoarse. 

What was she even begging for anymore? Beseeching him to stay? After all he did? To the innocent, the families, the villagers. Everyone. 

Words spilled out of her mouth, but she was practically blabbering gibberish. She could only hear herself. After a while, her expression became ferocious. Burning tears streamed down her swollen cheeks. Yet, he wasn't listening. It was clear he didn't care. She imagined his nonchalant face, pupils sliding over to the side and just observing the different types of deaths. His sharp nose and those inhumane green eyes. Except, all she could actually see were his classy black shoes. How he kept them clean and polished, stepping over the bodies carefully with his arms crossed. They were free of dirt. Or blood. 

He started tapping his feet. She was sure he was. Impatient. Getting bored of the fight. Waiting for it to end. It wasn't because he wanted to save as many lives as possible. He was twitching uncontrollably with a heinous grin wide across his face, waiting for something 'interesting' to happen. Those rhythmic sounds. Beating like a slowing heart. Like all those suffering beings. They fought until the end with the limited equipment they had, and yet, he barely even acknowledged them. She felt helpless and frustrated. Standing up to him was a difficult task. Why? It was just some stupid person who didn't care about the precious lives of others. He lived without shouldering his burdens and instead passing them over to others, indulging in the fact that he is powerful enough to kill anyone. No, he didn't regret it. So why? Was it because she was the same too? She was powerful enough to kill anyone, and she never shouldered her own burdens by herself. Independently. Those smiling servants did all the work for her. She merely waved them off after she dismissed them. As if their work didn't matter. 

Additionally, he was her partner. What could she do? Yeah, whatever, she could stab him or something. But seriously, who expected her to shed blood? It was a horrible thing to do, and she didn't want to be evil. Also, when already this much was wasted? It would be rather immortal to. Actually, what was moral in this situation? Decisions couldn't be made properly. Her mind was hazy. She could faint any time. It would be better to just leave it to the villagers. She didn't have to do work. They would win. Because she believed in them. With the queen's belief and wishes, anyone could win so incredibly easy. Just lie back, stop crying. Like how she was advised.

So, she raised her head with a hopeful small smile on her face. Her earrings jingled quietly in the chaos. The red tassel attached to her sword leaned back and forth. She revealed her sharp fangs, red lips blooming with lively colour. A half-wicked and half-gentle smirk made her look terrifying. Her dried tears remained on her cheeks.

"Try them. They will win." All faith was put into those lousy villagers. It made it look like she was crazy. That was probably how he thought. But he didn't know the power of her belief in others. Snickering, he squatted down to meet her eye level. 

"Is that so?" He lifted his lean hand, using his index finger to neatly put a few strands of her back hair behind her ear. "Darling, you should know this by now," He started with a deceiving deep voice. It rumbled in his throat. He leaned in closer, until his mouth was just beside her ear, pale charred lips slightly opening to show his cut fang. "no one can stop me."

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The impact that had on her decision didn't do anything in the end. She already instinctively had her hand on the hilt of her sword, and she unsheathed it in a flash to point it at his neck. He lifted his chin, and made it look like he was mocking her instead of him being threatened. His green eyes made an illusion where it looked like they glowed, his condescending gaze reaching down to meet her steely gaze. "Adorable. This is why I fell in love with you." While speaking, he riled up her fury. She was off-guard, so he used his hand to touch the blade of the sword and lowered it. His hand bled, but he didn't even wince. "Come, love. Let's watch this together, hm?" In any other context, it would sound normal. However, this was different. It sounded so intimidating, even though he didn't even adjust his tone. He took her hand, interlocking their cold fingers. Their linked hands were motionless. Like neither cared for the other. 

"Sure." She winked, blue eyes stabbing into his soul. It was mutual.