Let me be the villain

Broken heart

There was a time when she was a cheerful girl, unaware of the tragedy that awaits her .

Azrael at that time had no way of knowing that the family she loved would be slaughtered like livestock. All in the name of betraying their own nation.
She was only 14 when everything came falling down. Her family, her home and her beloved brother and maid who had no hand in anything concerning this matter.

She watched as her brother died in front of her and cried as her maid lost her last breath smiling as she saved her from death.
But had she really saved her ?
She had never forgiven this nation. Never in this life for killing her family. She might not have power then but she was determined to take her revenge. Even if it meant joining hands with rebels. She used everything she had information, skills or resources.

But look at her now lying on the cold floor. Laughing as she watched the king take his last breath. She had poisoned him, poisoned that man who poisoned her thoughts.

She had killed him taken her revenge however she felt more alone than ever in her life , without revenge, with no goal to fulfill.

"Why? " a voice asked.

She looked up to the man staring down at her. The man she had given her heart to. One whose father had killed her whole family. And whose father she had killed. She really was a traitor now.

"You will know one day..."she coughed twice "my real name is Azrael Rose....maybe you will understand one day.."

Her face may have a smile on surface but blood was flowing heavily from her chest painting the dragger crimson. Yes, she was dying.

"I love you" she wanted to confess to the man looming over her but couldn't , she had lost the right to. He didn't need to know about her little affection. Not now when she had tainted his life.
Someday she believe , he would find the one person made for him. The heroine of his story.

For now she was content with being the villain looking up towards her saviour, taking her last breaths in the presence of a new broken heart.