The Night Belongs To You | Vessel

𝑳𝑽𝑰𝑰 - 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆

𝑫𝒂𝒉𝒍𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒗
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As I got in the temple with Vessel, something just pushed Vessel inside harshly. It was Sleep? No... that was one of the shadow creatures Vessel had talked about a few days earlier.

Carrying a sword, the creature approached me and gently put it in my hands as if it were giving me a fragile gift. I grasped the handle of the sword and turned to look at Vessel, who looked absolutely horrified.

This was the most terrified and weakest I had ever seen Vessel be... It was supposed to make me feel bad, wasn't it?

« Dahlia... come on... You're not gonna do that, right? » Vessel asked in a shaky voice, backing away from me.

« You should have thought before acting... acts have consequences, Vessel... » I said to him.

That wasn't me... that wasn't me speaking. I never would've said that. Yet it came from me? From my own mouth? Approaching Vessel slowly, I held the sword even more tightly. Vessel continued to back away in fear. He even started to cry at some point.

« Dahlia, I beg of you! Don't do this! You don't have to do it! You're a good person... » Vessel continued to beg and beg... again and again...

His words fell on deaf ears as I ignored them and continued approaching him with the sword in hands. The closer I got, the more he backed away... until he tripped over his own feet. Eventually, I reached him and looked down at him, ignoring his cries and begs as he looked up at me, begging me not to kill him.

I still had the choice. I could still let Vessel live. But was I smart enough for this? Apparently not.

« His heart! Aim for his heart, Dahlia! » Sleep's voice rang in my ears.

Listening to the voice, I pointed the sword straight at his heart, letting the sharp end of the sword rest over his heart on his bare chest.

« Don't do this, Dahlia... don't do this... » Vessel desperately said, trying to change my mind before it was too late.

Before I even knew it, I had already plunged the sword right at his heart. Vessel screamed and cried in pain as I pulled the sword out harshly. Still holding the sword, which was now covered in Vessel's blood, I watched him die right in front of my eyes... and because of me. Vessel applied pressure on his wound even if it was no use. He was dying... yet he was afraid to let it happen.

« I don't want to die! Don't let me die! Why! Why?! » He shouted as he cried uncontrollably out of pain and grief.

My mind was completely clouded as Vessel's body was bleeding out in front of me, the blood covering the cold floor as well as Vessel's clothes and skin.

His body was slowly being drained of all its energy, and Vessel couldn't even sit anymore. Coughing out blood and choking on his own blood... Vessel was experiencing a painful death. It was my fault...

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