Macabre // A Countryhumans Story

Prologue ~ Guilt?

I feel no guilt.

I feel no shame, no remorse. What happened happened and it was meant to be like this. I feel no regret for my actions. I am happy with my actions. And while others may not be, I am proud to have done this. The death of such a monster, a freak. A heartless soul. May no one miss him.

The blood on my hands is earned. It is something that I am glad to have. I am proud to have ended the life of such a despicable man. May his offspring be joyed that his father, whom I have no doubt cared little for him, has died. Though word spreads around fast for who has done it. I was not subtle. I was seething, and rightfully so. This man has brought nothing to us but pain. We have been humiliated by him time and time again. While my father died at his hand, he died at mine.

To see the life drain from a person that you have hated forever is nothing but a freeing feeling. It felt good to see the life drain from his eyes. He was never right in the head. There probably was never a thought going through his head. I would place bets on that. He never seemed to care what came out of his mouth. I had always wanted to strangle him and I could tell my father did too. My father, what a shame it was for him to die. It wasn't a good death, and I doubt that it was how he wanted to go. He may have wanted to die in a war for his country, but I doubt he wanted to die with that man on the other side of the blade.

I can see his smile. That cocky smile. He is so full of himself. Thank god he is dead. My father would be happy that I have put an end to him. He may be unhappy that he was not able to do it personally but to have his direct descendant must be better than nothing.

However, my mind is trying to make me feel guilty. Replaying the image in my mind so many times. I watched the blood spill onto the floor. There was nothing that anyone could have done. There was no one to help him. Even if there were, I wouldn't have allowed them. I wanted no one to help him. I wanted the blood to flow. I wanted to see him bleed out at my mercy. His son is insufferable, however. He takes all the worst traits of his father and expresses them himself. He must've been horrified to find his father dead at his coronation. Though this is the fault of no one but him. They may have done it as a power move but I still have the last laugh. May that German filth rot where it deserves to.

Or, may I be too harsh? God had blessed me to live another day. God has his plans, and his plans allowed me to kill him. There is no reason that I should not be with my father in heaven. I have done nothing wrong. I have only freed the world of such a hideous creature. His memory should not live on in our minds. So why must I talk of him? Is it guilt? No. I have done nothing wrong. I feel no guilt. I have done nothing wrong for killing this man. He had it coming for him after all. He should have been watching his back. I would have thought that he would have been paying more attention to his surroundings but his attention was completely engrossed on his son.

No, I do not feel guilty. I never will, not for that man. He does not deserve my sympathy. I should not be feeling bad about this. I can't be. It's not something to cry over. I do not care about his death. May he burn in hell for the rest of eternity like God intended. I mustn't care for him. He has brought me nothing but pain. He is nothing but trouble.

I only hope for his son to bring nothing more of this to me. I am fed up with him already. He's too full of himself. He's too cocky. He's a spitting image of that man. Prussia died so that he could live, and my father died so I could do the same.

We are born from the death of another.

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Context:
In January 1871, Wilhelm I is proclaimed as Emperor in the Hall of Mirrors in the Palace of Versailles.
The person France is ranting about killing is Prussia, I hope that was clear by the end but if it needed to be explained.