Bound in Blood & Fire (Heeseung ff)

Vengeance

Heeseung

"I love you.."

Those was her last words to me.. it felt like a dagger to the heart. She loved me..
i wish she knew I felt the same but she was gone.

One moment she was looking up at me, her eyes soft, her lips forming words
I could barely hear. The next... she wasn't.

I stared at her, my mind refusing to accept what had just happened.
She couldn't be gone.

Not like this. Not now...

I shook her gently, my hands cradling her head as if she was just sleeping.

She's just sleeping..right?..

"Elara," I whispered. "Wake up."

Nothing.

"Elara, please I love you too..so much"

My heart pounded in my chest, wild and erratic, as I leaned down,
pressing my forehead against hers.

"You can't do this to me," I muttered, my voice trembling.

"You don't get to leave. You're not allowed to leave."

But she didn't move. Didn't breathe.

The truth slammed into me like a knife to the gut, carving me open from the inside.

She was really gone.

"No..." I whispered, my throat tightening painfully. "No, no, no—"

The sound that came out of me wasn't human.
It was a broken, raw cry that ripped through the forest, echoing into the
emptiness around us.

I clutched her lifeless body to my chest, rocking back and forth,
brushing her hair away from her beautiful face, refusing to let go.

The world didn't make sense anymore. Nothing did.

She had been my enemy, my rival, my everything...

We'd spent years trying to kill each other, but in the end,
she was the only person who mattered.

And now, she was gone.

I wasn't supposed to care. I wasn't supposed to feel this way. But I did.
I cared more than I had ever cared about anything in my life, and now I was paying for it.

A storm of rage, grief, and madness twisted inside me, consuming every rational thought.

I could feel myself unraveling, losing whatever shred of sanity I had left.
I wanted to scream, to tear the world apart for taking her from me.

But all I could do was hold her.

For what felt like hours, I stayed there, cradling her broken body, kissing her head, my mind shattered into a thousand pieces. Everything we'd been through, all the fights, the battles, the banter—it was nothing now. Meaningless.

She was the only thing that had kept me going, even when I didn't want to admit it.

Without her, there was nothing left.

The forest was too quiet. The night too still.

And that's when I snapped.

---

I stood up, slowly, my movements mechanical, hollow. The world blurred around me,
but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered now except for one thing.

Revenge.

Whoever had done this—whoever had hurt her—they were going to pay.
I didn't care how many of them there were.
I didn't care if it took everything I had left.

I would burn them all to the ground— I will.

"Elara," I whispered, kneeling down beside her one last time,
brushing her hair from her face again.

"I'll make them pay. I swear it."

The promise burned in my chest like wildfire, consuming me from the inside out.
I couldn't save her. But I could make sure no one else ever touched her again.
No one would escape my wrath.

I kissed her forehead gently and placed her on a bed of flowers as pretty as her,
Before covering her up, burying her into the earth.

With one last look at her, I rose to my feet, her sword heavy in my hand.

And then I walked away, leaving behind the only person who had ever made me feel alive.

---

The days blurred into nights. I tracked them down, one by one—the mercenaries who'd hurt her, the soldiers who'd been part of it.

Each death was a hollow victory, and each one only fed the growing madness inside me.

By the time I found the last of them, I wasn't the man I had been before.
The grief had consumed me, twisted me into something unrecognizable.

I no longer felt pain, no longer cared about survival.
All that mattered was vengeance.

When I finally cornered the leader of the mercenaries, he was trembling, his hands raised in surrender. I didn't hesitate. My blade cut through him like he was nothing,
his screams filling the air as I ended him.

But even as he fell, there was no satisfaction. No peace.

Only the endless, gnawing emptiness where she used to be.

---

I returned to the spot where she'd been buried, my hands still stained with the blood of those I'd slaughtered. The forest was silent, the world around me cold and unfeeling.

I collapsed beside her grave, the one I'd dug with my own hands,
my chest heaving with silent sobs.

"Elara," I whispered into the darkness, my voice breaking. "I miss you..I'm sorry."

I had never told her how I really felt. How much she meant to me.
And now, it was too late.

The weight of her absence crushed me, and I knew, deep down, that I was already lost.

I'd become a monster in the name of her memory, and now I was nothing without her.
I'd always thought I could survive anything. But this...

This was the one thing I couldn't live through.

And so, I stayed there, beside her grave, waiting for the darkness to take me too.

Because without her, I was nothing.

Come back to me Elara..