PROLOGUE I

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"What comes around, goes around." The corner lips of that figure turn into a slight smirk while pressing the sword against the prey. "But that I think that phrase doesn't go around as you think, my king." That figure stares down at the king while letting out a dark chuckle.

"Pathetic, so pathetic." That figure pushes the sword deeper into the king's throat, and it makes a bit of blood drip down his throat. "I've never thought that I could reach my goal; it feels so satisfied yet so wrong."

"The choice is yours, my king. Whether you give your life to me by your own way or my way, I will make the pain feel nothing compared to your imagination, my king."

"But, what about the-"

"Stop! Don't talk about it! I will do anything to get rid of it and you have nothing to stop me, my king." That figure feels the rage and loud voice filled both of them surroundings.

"Please, let me explain. It's not like what you think. I can fix-" His words get cuts by that figure again by the loud shout in the silent hallway.

"Stop saying anything! And what? Fix?" That figure pauses for a second and lets a mischief chuckle. "What the heck do you want to fix? The past? The presence or the future? I don't give a damn on what you want to say, prince Kaier."

"Now, why don't you just give in?" That figure smiles turn into a slight and sinister smirk, kneels down beside the king. That figure grabs the king's chin and lifts his chin forcefully that makes both their stare in the same level of tensions.

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