I wrote this with Etho in mind, but anybody shipped with Seth can take the role of the main character in this.
I was listening to Blackheart by Two Steps From Hell, so this is heavily influenced by the song.
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I didn't choose for this to happen. This isn't the path I chose. I did not want for myself to become this monster, it happened without my consent. It took over me, controlling my body and mind, blinded me from my own actions. I was not able to think, to see the difference between right and wrong, to realise I held this power with my own two hands.
It all happened in a split second, it was over before I could register anything that had happened. I stood over him, blood on my hands and the same red liquid staining my clothes, the blade in my hand. He lay on the ground in front of me, a wound in his chest, an eternal expression of pure terror on his face.
I didn't want him dead. This was not my own action, I couldn't have done such a thing, but there the evidence was, Seth lying dead in front of me while I stood soaked in his blood, weapon in hand. I didn't want any of this, never in my life would I have wanted this fate to choose me, to take over in any way it wishes.
There's no going back; they're here, all of them, to see what the commotion and disruption was about. What they see is what is there, it cannot be interpreted in any other way. I did it. I don't believe it myself, I didn't have control over my own body or mind, but they won't care.
The curse chose me, yet I did not choose it. If I could only explain this was not my choice, that I didn't do this of my own free will, but I cannot, for the curse forbids me to do so, physically and mentally prohibiting me from uttering a word.
"Your fate has been sealed," it whispered. "You'll understand in due time, you'll understand it all. At one point in your future, your self control will fall. You'll forget how to think for yourself, how to win, and the person you care most about, well, we'll see,"
I didn't know at that young an age. I didn't know the meaning. But that time is now, I understand all too well what it means.
It means my boyfriend is dead.
It means they're gonna kill me.
Do it.
I can't live with myself, what I've done can't be forgiven. It never will be. I tell them so. The anger, confusion and shock is evident on all of their faces. Guude steps forward, tells me what's going to happen. I throw the weapon at the ground and hang my head in defeat. I promised I would never let this curse get the better of me. But now it is the death of me. I don't care at this point.
It wasn't me that did this. It was my Black Heart.
