Sin of Man

Damien-2

The wars over, and their brightest idea was to throw a ball in thanks....on our kingdoms land, as if the black hands were good people. That demonic bitch killed half of my man out of each platoon like it was nothing, if only she was fucking...
   " Alex get dressed they will be arriving shortly both of the kingdoms will!" My sister giggled as she danced around me to the bands practicing tunes.

  " If I didn't want to be here for the ball lulu I would've  been gone by now" I sigh reminding her how many times I leave. Closing my book and stand up, I check the time and nod realizing she was indeed right, I had maybe just under a hour for them to get here. I should have gotten dress ages ago,but  my sister has been running around with her maids on her hind tail trying to finish the last bits of her makeup. It's hilarious seriously, she's almost 16 and still acts like we are nine.
Going upstairs I ignore her giggles and her loud words of nothing towards me, my mind stuck on the thought of how I am going to approach this girl....woman...child..she is a child, eldest to the damn throne yet can't even find her tie of soul. Won't even talk about signs of a treaty for 10 years since her father fucking disappeared. She's probably just a spoiled brat who expects everything to go her fucking way, probably all princesses are. My sister sure as hell is so it would come of no surprise if she did, some evil bitch that's stronger than most men with permanent fucking wings, what's next she has fucking horns?!

As I began to dress myself infront of my mirror I groan my butler had my coat ready next with all my badges, the blue color serving to shine against my white hair. " if only they were all dead" I grumble lowly only for him to smirk and chuckle. I meant it every single word of it, I didn't want the white haired bitch to live, love, or ever have children. If she had any I am pretty sure I would guarantee the death of them, I had never seen her only heard stories, the frontline general who was also first born princess, killing hundreds of my people with a single spoken word from her mouth. Flying above everyone like the demon she is, using a dead body as a shield only to drop oil on my people to set them ablaze.
  Her mark with every battle as she made further and further progress on my land being crystals of warriors, their bodies trapped in glistening blue and black shards of rock. Covered in mud and blood, the crystals had their blood dripping from the ends as if they were killing them slowly through themselves. She's torturous evil they would call her the ice cap, as she was described to look fennoch but as dark as her kind can get. " Your highness, they are arriving" a maid says nocking on the door. Just as I button my last button, the sounds of horses clear as day.

" of course she is" I sigh stepping over and peaking through the glass window, four glowing carriages shining with their torches just beginning to enter castle grounds. Their torches hot and burning as the poor horses move at full speed, carrying that evil bitch should be a crime. If I still had my imagination I would be seeing four reapers here to take my soul.
  A tug is suddenly pulled from my heart, I feel it my string of soul, I fall to my knees, my hands covering my chest as I take deep breaths. My butlers voice echoes in the background as he stepped forward, my hand raising to keep him back. " I'm fine" I groan trying not to laugh, whoever my tie of soul was she was laughing, and hard too. God I picture my tie of soul everyday, a tall beautiful fennoch woman, with hair so thick and voluptuous that it could be seen through the snow. I prayed every night to the heavens for it, for her to one day appear, to be able to feel the tug of a soul tie.
      My great, great, great grandmother never found her tie of soul, she said she felt it once in the battle field but just as it appeared it disappeared. But we were at with the blackhand still, so he must of been from their side, he must of been a black of hand and if only he had the balls to be a man. To take the responsibility and connect with his soul of tie and not put his FUCKING.

   " THERE HEREEEE" my sister screamed as I stomped down the castle stairs. I knew they were but I wasn't rushing down for that, but because of the pull. She was so close I could basically taste her, she smelt of sandalwood and apples, like a winter with no hunger. Just beautiful icy snow and bountiful feasts and laughter, no sickness just a feeling of...home.
  Stepping outside the ice filled air hits me like a brick and brings me back into reality, as the carriages line up and slowly but surely open up. The current in power not a king yet hops out, his dark attire of a princes jewels is dishonorable as he had no medals, no honor for his kingdom. The coward of a young man who was working to be a king, yet feared war and gave me back all the land his sister shed blood for. Pathetic prince Hemslin.

Next was the 3rd youngest, the same yet still a child, his bright round face showing he's seen no violence since he was a babe. If only I was the same to be as innocent, the thought of it making me want to close my eyes and remember the days were the castle was full of laughter and giggles. Chasing lulu around the house as I roar pretending to be our father at war, his bear form the strongest and fastest. Sweet little prince Zalin.
  After him the carriage next was full of their two butlers and the princes two body guards, that came and surrounded them instantly. As if anyone would attack the two weak princes, and do what? Trim their nails? Finally the carriage I've been waiting for, to see the murderous bitches face, I want to see the look in her eyes when I shove a knife in her heart over dinner. Maybe I should do it by poison actually, make sure she doesn't even have a chan....shes beautiful.

  As her carriage door opened she stepped out, at first she seems mean and angry, her tall form and long legs almost never ending. A beautiful head of white curls flowed into my sight next, as they layered down her back reaching her thighs. With an eye so blue they looked white, like a mountain peek with a dark cave in the top showing the life she had within, like a flame without the need of wood or coal. She had a gold plated eyepatch over the other eye, that somehow enhanced her beauty, though I didn't understand why it was rumored that she had an eye of coal like her father but nobodies been lucky enough to confirm it. A gold dress made of silks with slits down each thigh showing a single dagger strapped to it, and a black handle that hung off her body. As her wings slid out of the carriage she flexed them showing their strength, twice as wide as two carriages combined and so vibrant they flew in the presence of the sun that hung low in the sky.
   As she looked up I gasped,  the feeling of her anger and hatred radiated to me in seconds. She didn't hate me though she hated everything. The dress, the hair, her body, herself, her soul. She was mine to fix and I intended to do so.