His Beloved Wife

The day he killed himself.

He was done with everything. He felt numb so he did something stupid.

He walked towards his castle and entered the throne room. His people were having a banquet and his mind was not in the right place. He gritted his teeth and in a blink of an eye, the banquet hall was on fire. he destroyed the entrance, trapping in the nobles. Including his own colleagues and his mate.

But to his distaste, his mate survived. He did not hesitated to unsheathe his sword and plunge it into her heart. He kicked her body off of his sword as he watched her choke on her own blood.

Then he heard Mikael's call. "DEREK!" Mikael placed a hand on Derek's shoulder but it only fanned he flames. 

Derek slammed the hilt of his sword to Mikael's nose. He staggered back, covering his nose as he bled more. "D-derek... what are you-" Mikael choked on his words as Derek grabbed his collar and sunk his teeth into Mikael's throat. In a mere second, he ripped Mikael's throat out, letting his best friend die in a shameful death as he spit out the clump of flesh.

He killed his mate. His best friend. 

He watched as his kingdom burn with the screams of children begging for their dead mothers to wake up, guards yelling at him to stop. He laughed softly as tears streamed down his cheek.

He burned his own empire. The empire he built from the start. He was slaughtering his own subjects. The very people who had their complete faith in him. His mother... Gods, his mother had begged him to be calm, to think rationally but he loved her. So, he gave her a quick death, beheading her in one swift move.

Without any hesitation, his body had morphed into a one-of-a-kind beast. A furious and saddened beast but a very hungry beast.

He terrorized his own empire. He ate every one of his subjects who remained alive to satisfy his hunger.

He flew above his burning empire, scouting for any survivors. He flew above before diving below and crashed into his own ruined castle. If someone had saw him do such a thing, they would surely thought he was shot down. But he was not. In the debris, his body was now of a human again. He heaved a breath as he got up to his destroyed study and looked out of the big hole that was created.

He knelt as the silence of the dying screams of his subjects consume. Soon, only the quiet night filled his ears and the sound of fire spreading remained. He smiled as he raised his sword to his neck.

"Wait for me, my wife." He whispered as he pushed the blade of his sword, beheading himself.