The King's Weep I

Chapter XIX

As the roars of a monster echoed throughout the land, Dragomir surveyed the fire upon the trees and houses, women and men alike. The old one had felt a sense of pride, for his job granted by the ultimate was complete. The king had burned the High Kingdom of Elisabeta, and Kahl, his soul and pride connected, down. Dragomir had known this would have been an easy task, since he despised the brick built upon the cursed land.

But, a small feelings of sorrow littered his soul as he could hear the wretched cries of smaller brother upon the floor, who had been praying for a better day. Dragomir had been in love with Kahl since the day the crown landed upon the smaller brothers head in honour of the lost king, the turned king, in the withering snow as the people chanted for a newly man to step upon the throne with a more, mere kindness then Dragomir. The pride and love the older brother had felt, washed away any sign of jealousy, hatred, or sadness.

Kahl, on the other hand, had not been sure of the love he ratified with his older brother. It was a frown upon Nature, and a brutal, disgusting thing among People. He had felt, he could never, truly give himself all to Dragomir even if they had been in a relationship, since trust was the bondage that held it tight.

That was one thing Kahl had not had with his older brother, he knew that for a positive.

"Brother, we need to go now if we want to survive," Dragomir placed on his mask. He had uttered these words to Kahl, who still had sat upon the ground.

Kahl raised his head, and glared at his brother. "Do you, in any way, think I will leave this kingdom to fall to ruins? I will sacrifice my whole being for this land, even if you will not," Kahl growled. Dragomir had not possessed even the slightest of surprise, he had seen those worse blaring at him from miles away.

"Kahl, I know you have a duty to protect this kingdom, but you will die in the process. I just got back, I will not lose the person I came back for." Dragomir had recited, and Kahl turned his glare into sorrow, and turned his head the other way. "We need to go now, both will come back when the dragon is gone, and fix everything that is broken. But, we need our lives right now, do you understand?" Dragomir had gotten closer to the kneeling youngling, and put his hand upon his shoulder. Kahl, who had felt a sense of protection sweep over him, did not shake it off.

Kahl nodded his head, and turned towards Dragomir. The sounds that had once echoed throughout the land, now felt completely inaudible when Kahl had looked into the glazed, blue eyes. Dragomir had felt this too; the sense of invisibility and protectiveness.

Kahl had pulled his lips towards Dragomir, who expected the least of that. The younger brother felt the tears in his eyes pool, but not fall. Kahl had just wanted that one, very last kiss of his brother to be one he could remember, for years to come.

As Dragomir felt the love from his brothers lips, a sudden pain spread throughout his lower abdomen. As Kahl, tear-eyed, pulled away from the breathtaking kiss, his hand laid upon the handle of a dagger.

And, the Devil amongst Humans lowered his head until his eyes rested upon the blood, all the blood and dagger. Dragomir fell the sense of vocabulary he possessed had been out of reach, and could only breathe, in and out.

Kahl then felt the tears fall from his eyes, as he could feel the aura of sadness and betrayal surround Dragomir. The young brother slowly, but surely pulled the dagger out, until he could see the tip of the weapon covered in his brothers blood. He let it drop, and for some reason, the echo of the blade entered his mind.

Even as Kahl pulled himself up, and whispered a mere, sorry to his brother, and walked away the scene of a damaged brother, he had still heard the echo of the dagger.

And, as Dragomir felt faint, and tired, he fell to the floor in a bloodied heap. The old brother knew the kiss had somehow formed itself to be the last of both of them, but Dragomir had not died on that night. The sadness he felt for his young brother did, with the love holding on by a mere string.

Really, Kahl had started a war, a war between the two brothers that would rage one until the next moon had risen, and they had shared yet another kiss.