The Heir Of The Grand Duke (Official)

Episode 6 - Failures

In the dusty air of the battlefield in the West, a young boy stood in the middle of a dozen armored corpses. He had wounds all over his body that slowly disappeared after a short minute. He caught his breath while kneeling on the ground and his sword stabbed into the dirt.

He glared at the lot still in front of him, their blades drawn and ready to charge. He wiped the blood off his cheek and suddenly all the blood around him coiled and surrounded him like some sort of forcefield.

The Kingdom forces charged at him but the blood turned and hardened into a single sharp pointed spear right into his hand.

The Western front was dusty and the scent of smoke and gunpowder filled the air, but the Prince had long since been numb to this scent. He breathed in and raised his arm. Arched it like he was about to throw a javelin.

"Go." He murmured as his body snapped like bowstring and launched the red spear towards the enemies.

It struck one straight though, penetrating to hit another soldier behind. A normal spear would've stopped at this point but because this was being controlled, it pulled itself out of the lifeless body and began darting around and stabbing through every soldier like it had a mind of its own.

Every single time it pierced through, the spear got larger and larger until there was none more left to kill. It flew back into his hand and transformed into a claymore made of blood.

The prince glared ahead of him. There was another set of Kingdom scum sent here to dispose of him and this time their numbers far surpass the previous.

He raised his claymore to the sky and pointed it toward the Kingdom's army. "Come. Bleed for me."

The soldiers roared and ran straight to him.

He stabbed his blades into the earth and closed his eyes to channel a gripping in his chest. He felt it. All the blood that had seeped and hardened on the battlefield. All the soldiers that had died and spilled their red for the earth to drink.

There had been a reason why they called him the Red Prince, and that was because he bathed in a rain of blood, but no one ever wonders where the rain comes from.

As the soldiers ran for him, the ground shook, and the rageful army ceased to move as panic began to set in.

"Bloodrise." The Prince uttered and from the gaps in the ground, flowed blood like lava. They erupted into the sky and turned the air crimson red as the drops of blood stopped moving mid-air.

The soldiers gulped and shivered, there was only the noise of the liquid as it flowed louder than a gunshot. The almost serene scene was broken off with one of the soldiers running for his life screaming, followed by another, then another, and another. They all began to run away

The Red Prince clicked his tongue. Did they seriously think they could retreat freely without consequences?

"Bloodfall." He snapped his fingers and the drops of blood moved from one place to another at lightning speed before dropping like rain and sinking back into the earth.

The noisy screaming had stopped and what followed was the clanging of metal armor and loud thumps as dead bodies fell one by one to the ground.

Now covered in blood, Ben stumbled as he tried to stand up. Wiping out an entire army was straining to him. He looked around him once more and saw the dead bodies of his allies.

He had arrived a bit too late. The horrified faces of his fellow soldiers, his people, now forever alone in a place where fresh wind doesn't blow.

"All because of a stupid decision." He angrily slammed the dirt. "Who decided to do a sneak attack after finding a clearly fake leaked plan on a corpse." He sat down as he tried to calm himself. He was too tired and sleepy from everything.