STILL

Chapter Twenty-eight

"One thing I like about her is that she's messy," Aquilla whispered. "She doesn't give a damn about ladylike," he whispered a little louder.

Leave her, I beg you.

"Markus..." Aquila paused. "You know I can't do that!" He dropped his shoulders in defeat.

Just drop the knife... Take me instead.

"What's the fun in that?" Aquila whispered to the voice echoing in his head.

Why? Why this? Why us?

The demon paused at Markus's echoes, for a second even he questioned his own motives.
"I have to... I must do this or else," he paused. "You know what happens, you know what I am I can see it, I can see through your head, Markus." The demon's grip tightened around the knife.

There were so many other ways!

"You don't know that." His eyes sparkled with a hint of despair. "You didn't feel my pain, you never experienced anything remotely close to it. You know nothing." He gently removed the covers off Lena's body.

Markus begged him to let her go, he begged Aquilla to take him instead, he begged Aquilla to leave them alone. He made all kinds of unimaginable promises to save his sister who laid in her bed, so peaceful, unaware of her surroundings.

He exposed her stomach. Aquilla lifted his tainted blade, its pointy tip was aimed towards the center of her stomach.

Please

"I'm sorry." He truly was.

Aquilla raised the bloody knife in the air slammed it into her stomach. Her eyes were pried open, her body shook in its place, her screams silenced by the fear and shock.

Aquilla lifted the knife and stabbed her once more as he heard her squeal under his blade.

He twisted the knife through her stomach up and down as if he was carving a sculpture. Markus screamed and screamed in Aquilla's head. He begged him to stop, but he didn't.

Lena's blood ran cold off the bed and onto the floor. He took a couple of steps back and admired Lena's body.

"Like a canvas came to life." He stood over her. He watched he body become lifeless step by step. Her face that was once radiant was now tainted with her own blood, her smile that was full of life was nonexistent.

Her guts crawled out of her stomach, she heard her own blood drip on the floor. She looked up with whatever life force she had inside her. All she could see was her brother standing there with a bloody knife.

She felt herself get weaker with every passing second, her eyelids got heavier, weaker. One heavy exhale was enough for her soul to leave her body. The flicker in her eyes was forever gone.

"I'm not completely done here," he said. "Mom!" Aquilla yelled out in Markus's voice.

"Now Markus, I'll leave your body but I need you to behave ok," he said sarcastically. "Mama is on her way here." he walked to the other side of the room and left Markus's body.

Markus dropped to the floor as his legs couldn't hold him. He screamed in agony over his sister's murder. Tears streamed down his face as he saw her insides laid outside her body.

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