Néant ~ Hollow of Nothingness

Till Death Do Us Part Again

He stood by the heap of shredded flesh and crumbled bones soaked in fresh blood. He cried. He screamed. He writhed in pain. Too late. He sank to the floor. All along, he wanted to tell her his selfish wish: "Kill me. Please, I'm begging you. Before you regret it." But he had already lost control and the words never came out. He was feeling so powerless. Now, he was the one most regretting it. Why didn't she run away when she had the chance?

Instead of telling her his love and protecting her, he had brought her to a cave by force and murdered her. He was an awful murderer. A weak, a coward and an awful murderer actually. His mouth had spit horrors he could never take back. While plunging his claws deep in her fair skin, over and over, letting trickles of blood run down to the ground, he had told her it was all an act. He had glared at her fiercely and shouted again and again that he had never ever loved her truthfully. He disparaged the one he admired the most. He took everything he loved about her and twisted it, ruined it and threw it like garbage. He was snarling that he wanted to destroy her and take her soul away... He had seen the fear in her eyes. She was shivering with fright. But she showed no resistance. She trusted him. And she died thinking he was a monster. He was a monster after all. Why did this happen to them? Why? What was this supernatural power overwhelming him, unleashing all this fury and hatred he didn't know he was capable of?

He leant against the wall. He repeatingly bumped his forehead several times and banged his fists on the stone wall. Then he looked around the cave with a distraught face. On the ground was lying a rather small saber. He was too upset to wonder where in the world it could have come from. He slowly removed it from its sheath. It was so bright and shining. So sharp. In a daze, he put it perpendicularly to the wall, the glistening tip pointing at his forehead. He straightened his grip on the hilt with both hands. And he moved forward, its length plunged in his skull, and it severed his corpus callosum in the middle, perfectly splitting his brain in two. He cursed. He wasn't dead yet. An attempt to the heart rather than the head would be more direct. So he removed the sword and plunged it in his chest instead. He lied down next to her remainings, smoothing them. All he could smell was blood. Soon he would die from loss of blood himself. She must have suffered so much... He closed his eyes and slowly took out the sword before throwing it away. The pool of blood became larger. Their blood and their bodies would be mixed together forever. He was lulled by the sound of dripping blood until his conscience finally drifted off.

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Remaining aloof, a little girl was watching from afar. The little white wings on both sides of her blonde head fluttered. Her bare feet rubbed together. She displayed an angelic smile and soft narrowed eyes. It was as if she was looking at a masterpiece she gave birth to.

"I must say, this was most impressive." A middle-aged man's voice rang clear.

She closed her eyes, and without looking back, she said calmly: "These were the best toys so far. How beautiful isn't it? Tragic, as I love them. Watching them grow and fall apart... I guess I'll never grow weary of this... Human beings are so easy to fool..." 

He adjusted his glasses and replied with an emotionless voice:

"This idea of yours worked quite well... Using this clock and this bell..."

She finally turned back to face him and giggled happily:

"Right, right? It was so easy, and yet so fun to watch! They loved each other so much that they never parted with their respective presents. I just had to be the one crafting and selling them... And they took the bait on their own accord! That sealed their fate with these little time bombs. I don't want to boast, but I think they were rather well-made this time! I'm really satisfied of the result!

-To think these useless things you were making back then, were actually effective weapons... I'll have to report to The Lord.

-Please do. I'll have everyone in the Underworld remember my name..."

She laughed innocently but her eyes were turning cold. After a long silence, she approached the sinister cave, hopping gracefully. She crouched down near the corpses. She casually sucked on her right thumb while gazing thoroughly at them. "Oh! Here they are! I'll take back what belongs to me, if you don't mind... Um, that's right, you're both dead already, so you don't mind anyway!" she exclaimed cheerfully. Then she took the ancient pocketwatch and found the bracelet among the remnants. She delicately removed the small bell hanging on the bracelet and took out the clockwork as well. After cleaning the dirt with her small and thin fingers, she brought them up near her lips. She blowed softly. Sparkling dust flew away eerily from the objects. As soon as it was making contact with air, it was turning dark and tinkling before melting with shadows. She licked her fingers and whispered with a sudden smirk: "The souls of tragic lovers are the best..."

She stood up. "That's right. I'm the Evil Fairy. The one and only." Her voice was hoarse and lost all traces of childish tone.

"Shall we go back, milady?"

She started singing a song as she floated away : "The clock ticks midnight. The chime sounds the end. This is fate, and there's... Nothing. You. Can. Do. About. It!"

They disappeared, melting with the moon. Her cheerful laugh echoed in the silent night.

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