DROW | ATEEZ

The Last Kill

Sylvar froze to his place when he saw the dagger at Lolas' chest, right above his beating heart. Tears well down from the poor boy's eyes and a sob had choked him as he looked at his father, "dad.. save me.." the little boy's voice were faint and raspy as he barely were able to stand any longer.

Lolas were frightened as he felt the dagger lightly poking his chest, but he remained silent as he knew that he were not strong enough, he finally realized that he had never been strong enough.

Sylvar saw the fear in Lolas' eyes as he begged for him to rescue him from the devilish elf king. There were no longer anything left for him to do, he felt defeated by the elf king and slowly lets go of the little elf boy there ran off.
The king lets out a deep laugh as he watched how Sylvar finally gave in and obeyed his orders, "giving up already? you pathetic little Drow.. the war is far from over now.." his smirk widened as he spoke in an threatening tone.

Without any warning, he drilled the dagger through Lolas' chest, causing the little boy to scream loudly in pain. Sylvar felt how his heart skipped a beat as he witnessed how the king brutally stabbed his son with the dagger. Tears steamed down his cheeks as he saw how his son fell to the ground unmoving and heavy breathing.

"You sick motherfucker!" He yelled as he looked back at the king. His eyes had turned redder than ever before. His veins became visible and turned dark, along with the drool there dripped down from the corner of his mouth as his fangs grew longer.

His nails were as long and sharp as the bloody golden dagger. Unable to breathe normally, Sylvar stood with teary eyes, ready to fight the king.

The king chuckled and threw the golden dagger aside and spoke, "show me what you got, you filthy, dirty Drow." He spoke provocatively to Sylvar, who was more than ready to make a move towards the king, but he had forgotten that he were surrounded by a few guards.

Without thinking twice, Sylvar forcefully holds up his hand and an strong, dark mist appeared from the palm of his hand and were leaded directly towards the king. The king were aware of Sylvar's next move and holds up his hand to create an shining golden mist there blocked the dark mist from attacking him.

Sylvar's sadness turned into an dangerous anger as he peeked over at his son. Is little heart had stopped beating and he were now laying like Taran, dead on the cold ground on the enemy's territory.

Feeling stronger than ever before, Sylvar began to move forward towards the king there slowly began to lose the strength that he had gathered. The old king were about to lose his power to the Drow there had killed many of his elves. The king slowly backed away as he were forced by the power of Sylvar's dark magic.

The king accidentally tripped over one of the stairs and fell back onto the large golden staircase there leaded up to his castle.
He lets out a low groan of pain as he landed hard on the stairs and had lost his control over his power, there slowly faded in the air.

He clenched his teeths while he rubbed his head as the pain of the fall turned into an bad headache. A low chuckle sounded, making him slightly look up to see Sylvar standing above him, both his feets on each side of him as he laid on the ground, unable to escape the Drow now.

Tears dripped down from Sylvar's eyes as the pain of losing his oldest son had taken over all his self control, turning him into a dangerous monster.
"You shouldn't have done that, you old fucker.. now, it's time for your repayment." He said, showing his long fangs as he smirked.

Sylvar holds tightly onto the golden dagger and kneeled down on the king's chest. He grabbed tightly around the king's throat and raised the dagger up in the air, ready to stab the old king.