𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯

"Look at all these lights!" She exclaimed happily.

She looks so happy. But... I'm not. I pull my hair back. I look around. The lanterns were spiked and burning red. But it's far from the hellish fires. I turn. The costumes around were embarrassing. Horns and tails... no. They look much uglier. 

"Merlin! You came buddy!" Arthur grabs me by the neck.

"Yes. Unfortunately. It was her idea." I sigh.

"We're good to have you." Jack says.

"Jack please put that mirror away." Arthur says.

"Fine..." Jack places it on his belt. 

I look around. This is... embarrassing but also causing a weird sickness in my stomach. I grip it. Something's clawing in it. I feel sick to my stomach. I feel like I'm going to puke. I look around. There were games all around mocking demons. I see a game where it's darts and there throwing it at ugly faces. 

"Die demons!" Children yell happily.

Little kids. Adults. Kings and Queens to this day understand nothing of the war. The blood loss. I keep hearing voices. Screams of the past. The blood. So much blood. Buckets of blood. I grip my head.

"Merlin?" Arthur puts his hands on my shoulder.

"Hm?" I turn.

"You okay?" Hans asks.

"I'm... fine." I lie.

"Good. C'mon there's a show happening soon about the great demon general." Arthur grabs my hand.

Oh no.