I dug the knife deep, twisting it in his gut. Blood was everywhere and I loved it. It filled me with an indescribable euphoria knowing he was paying for his actions.
"Please...stop, I'm sorry." He gasped, grabbing ahold of the dagger handle as if to resist it.
I almost froze. Almost. He didn't deserve my pity, or my mercy. He killed hundreds of innocent people, simply for his own desires. I couldn't ever forgive that. And the dead could never either, their souls stuck in the afterlife unable to move on because of their unjustified murders. So I would do it for them, even at the sake of my own soul.
"Do not beg for my mercy, when those who begged for yours tried, you laughed in their faces." I said, the same old rage bubbling within me.
The rage was generational, carried on by my ancestors who could not fight against his cruel actions and those before him. The rage was also my own, seeing how he was unaffected by his own terrible actions. But mostly, this rage was my people's. It was theirs for the injustice done to them and their children. But it would be done no more. I had finished it once and for all.
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Threads of Fate
FantasyMarianna is a normal human girl with an eye for designs. She is her villages stylist and one day those designs catches the eyes of a royal family member who hires her to style for the mysterious supernatural families. But she also hires her to kill...
