Reign of Discord

16

In the future...those ugly deeds. Do you remember? 

Now I mustn't ask...I know you forced this all into the dark depths of your mind, hiding those memories like the vicious secrets they are...But I will remind you. You will...

Remember. 

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"Gentlemen," A husky voice quivering in the air awoke them. Three men, cloaked in crimson, faces bruised and bloody, with no explanation to how this had come.

"I was becoming quite impatient, mind you. I didn't hit you that hard," He said, a sinister chuckle coming from the man hidden by the darkness.

"There's no need to fear, really. This will all be over fairly quick. As long as you get what you deserve, I won't ask you to suffer," The newly conscious soldiers, tie to posts on a wall behind them, looked to each other for some kind of sign, some kind of explanation.

But they didn't understand who this was. Or why the seemingly glowing green eyes drifted ever closer, out of the darkness at last. They shivered from the cold, and from the fear, their eyes bulging as they wondered what would be done to them. The evil stranger, with dark features and bright eyes, came closer still, gripping a long sword that they recognized belonged to their very own sentinel troops.

But soon the glowing eyes diminished. His memories were taunting him and he could not seem to repel them successfully. He saw the face of a soldier in his mind, one with similar attire, misty grey eyes, and a smile...that smile...covered in blood the same crimson red as the cloaks that destroyed him.

"You did that to him...he didn't deserve to die," He shook his head as Alek's face appeared before him. He could feel the presence, as if Alek's very own ghost stood in front of him, a look of such utter disappointment in his eyes. Jayce never wanted to become so close to someone that he came to care. Because caring was a disadvantage. Caring made those losses so much harder.

He looked back to the three men, their red cloaks arousing such definitive hatred.

"He didn't deserve to die...but you do," Jayce said, barely above a whisper. The men, tied up and gagged, couldn't scream, nor defend themselves from the blade that devoured their existence. Blood splattered on the walls, the dim candlelight that existed-extinguished.

How it came to this...Jayce doing such horrid things? How did he become such a monster? How did his innocence fade so quickly, leaving him to nothing but mindless murders? Whom he had become...the somber result of a deadly tragedy, one that haunted him with toxic memories.