Fallen (editing)

Chapter 34

Edited Chapter
Sylt's POV
I stare at the knife. Its red glow blazes, burning my eyes.
What am I gonna do? I can't kill Ash. But what will Father do?
I take a deep breath.
It's time you acted like a demon. You're not human. Just kill her, just get it over with!
I grip the knife's handle tightly.
Get it over with.
I start walking to the bedroom, watching my step.
Get it over with.
I push the door open quietly.
Get it over with.
Ash snores softly on the bed.
Get it over with.
Sweat drips down my face.
I walk up to the bed, staring at her face.
She looks so calm, so carefree, so gentle.
She breathes softly.
Get it over with.
I bring my arm up and slice the knife down.
The point hovers over her chest.
I take a deep breath.
And stab the knife downwards.
Immediately, Ash screams, her torso spewing blood like a fountain of hemoglobin.
I lean down and kiss her forehead, all the rage and betrayal and pure energy absorbed through my lips.
I can feel her memories of us, tinged with hate, and those feed me even more. The pain of losing her sister is still fresh, and it flows through me like fire.
Her realization that I had lied. About the reason I was banished, about everything is tearing her apart at the seams.
It's delicious.
Finally, she stops convulsing, the blood slowing down, and her dead eyes staring up at the ceiling.
I didn't want to do this. I needed to. I needed to win.
Father never should have banished me.
I back up slowly, walking out of the room. I wipe my face, swiping the blood that had splashed onto my face away.
My father is leaning against a wall, his arms crossed, and his face set into a smug smirk.
"Good job."
I manage a smile. He thinks he orchestrated all this?
I did this. I knew he would find down way to monitor my thinking, the way he did before. I changed myself to make sure I came out of this as a winner.
This is why I was banished. Banished for the little inkling of a thought of rebellion against my father.
Was he really that surprised of that thought? He never cared for me. He never did anything for me. And he expects me to love him.
I loved Pops and Ash. I did. But I was a winner, and I would do whatever it took to be one.
Father stole Pops' energy from me. But now I have Ash's.
I lunge forward, swinging the knife, but Father reaches out with an arm and grips my neck. He grins. "YOU FOOL! Honestly, did you think you could kill me?"
I grin back. "Yes."
The leg that I had snaked around his waist stabs into his back.
Ashley's energy pulses within me, giving me strength and power. My foot transforms into a knife, much like the one in my hand, and I stab it back into my father.
He roars, his body transforming.
His face is pulled back tight, his horns curling. His fangs take over his mouth, his eyes getting redder.  The whites of his eyes darken, turning crimson.
I smile widely, channeling Ash's energy again, to grow my own set of horns and claws.
"Dimitrio," my father says loudly.
I chuckle. "He's dead, you idiot."
Stupid Dimitrio, thinking he was smarter than me. I was always superior. He had always annoyed me, his little know-it-all self. He even went behind my back to steal energy.
Then again, I absorbed so much power at that high school without even telling him. This was about me, gaining back all the power that Father had stolen from me.
I had killed him earlier, closing my eyes and flicking my wrist so the knife hit him straight in his bird chest. What I couldn't see, my father couldn't. All I had to do was close my eyes.
"I am the winner," I mutter under my breath, my hands forming a black sword.
I slice downwards, my father's body dissipating into smoke, the only thing left over is his cloak.
I pull it over my body, my skin tingling like Pops is running hot water over my cuts and bruises.
Fangs stab into my lip as I mutter under my breath. Horns curl around my head like a crown of thorns.
Father thought so highly of himself. He thought he could control me using some petty beatings and dreams. Using filthy assassins and wraiths.
I am the winner and I always was.
Grandfather was right. I would take over from my father. My mother is lost to me, but my kingdom is not.
The portal glowed in my face and I step through.