Reverent

| PROLOGUE |

Her laughter... the sweet giggles and lovely chuckles, oh how she could light up a dull room...

Her smile... that beautiful grin that showed her playful nature; the way it'd stretch so widely. It was something beautiful; bright and jubilant—you couldn't help but return it. And the cute, little dimples that'd appear with the slightest of twitches.

She had rich, (EC) eyes that held a universe—enriched with a thousand of brilliant stars; so captivating when you looked into her simmering orbs, you fall bewitched. The longer you stare into those endless hues, the deeper you go. Lost in the rabbit hole—her orbs were perfectly framed by her lashes—as if they were a precious painting.

And God, her voice! The way she spoke, whether she was exuberated or depressed. One could listen to it for hours—no matter if what she said was just random squeaks and weird sounds. You can't help but take all she says like it was gospel...

But it's all gone—she's gone.

All that he can hear now—ringing in his head like a broken record was her scream. The fearful cry being cut off by a loud bang!

It happened to quickly, one moment—he was living in a dream. The next—he woke up to a nightmare; the joyful smile on her lips were gone. Flat and parted open, her blood dribbled down her chin. Running down like a slow river...

And... and her eyes—the once jewels of the universe, so full of life of hope... half lidded and dull.

Her once bright skin, so soft—he loved holding her hands when it was cold. Knowing he was warming her fingers with his own palms... her skin now was forever cold. Pale and a sickly grey—dull of colour; the flesh was ruined, pierced by the shattered glass.

No matter how much he shook, screamed, begged and cried her name. Even when he crawled his way to her side, clinging upon her broken corpse that sat bounded by the seatbelt.

It didn't matter how many times he blankly watched as the paramedics pushed down upon her chest. Watching on as if he wasn't truly there.

Nothing they did—nothing—he—they did nothing.

Even when he screamed, kicked, punched and cursed out the names that failed her. That took her from him—robbing him of his precious, allowing that bastard to walk free with a slap to the wrist.

He wished they all died horrible deaths. That they all suffered for what they have done!

It's too bad they had caught him...

"My lord?" A velvety voice called for him. Curious as to what had his attention drifting from her for so long.

The title had ensnared his attention more than her voice; he found her voice annoying.

"Hm?" He hummed boredly. Cracking open his eyes, the striking crimson colour held a faded aura as he gazed through Half-lidded eyes.

The man's sight drifted from the side of his throne and upon the woman that from between his thighs.

He lifted his head from his close fist.

'It seems I fell asleep,' his eyes widened a fraction—a little surprised at the unexpected action; the woman perked up at his attention.

His eyes methodically raked over her form, drinking in every curve and divot that the moody lighting of the candles gave. Framing her supple features perfectly; he watched as she slightly squirmed with her spot.