The castle had been very lonely, he didn't have anyone to talk to, or share his thought, the voices in his head stopped. The murders were finished. The hearts were locked away. He sat on his throne, bored with his scythe in hand. Closing his eyes he felt warm hands rub up against his chest behind him. Startled he puts the knife to the figures throat. He hears a small chuckle from a female, " oh Hart, how rude of you to put that ugly thing to your wife's throat. You know better!"
He could only sigh, dropping the scythe, " should you be in bed Janet, you'll hurt the twins if you don't sleep." He looked up to his pregnant wife with tired eyes. He never slept, because if he did, his wife would kill his children. He couldn't lose anymore family. Janet growled and stomped to bed. A groan escaped his lips, he needed sleep, he would sleep when he's dead, he always said. Dead again.~ Nine Months Later~
Screaming filled the room, nurses and doctors rushed to the queen. Two gorgeous boys were born, two twins. Hart smiled a weak smile, looking at his sons, " what shall we name them, Janet?" He asked.
She growled, " I don't care, get them away from me!"
He frowned at her, taking the two boys in his arms, walking out of the room. Looking down at his boys, " I'll name you... Caylx Joseph, and you, Grim Stephan. You'll be my strong princes, dad will take care of you. I swear, mom would never hurt you, not while I'm here." He smiled down at them, two calm boys, neither of them screamed, only slept. As the times went on, the boys grew, when they were both 6 years in human ages. Hart had another boy, just a baby. A night were everything seemed fine, screams were heard from his baby, he ran to the room, pain struck his heart. Janet had the heart of Caylx in her hand, his son lifeless in bed. Grim was screaming, unable to get away, his chest cut as well, but intact. He screamed and shoved his wife away, she laughed and ran down the hall. Hart fell to his knees, crying over his sons death. Holding the lifeless boy's hand. Grim snuck over slowly, sitting next to his father, crying harder then his father. The house was silent with grief, Grim looked up at his father, " he, he will wake up, right daddy? Cay will wake up," he tried to reassure his father, but he didn't believe it himself. Hart slowly nodded, " he'll wake up... let me get Godrick, I'll be back. He walked to his baby's room, seeing the blood mess, he finally snapped. He grabbed his wife by the neck, and slammed her against the wall multiple times, " how could you! you killed your own sons, they did it nothing! Absolutely nothing!" He screamed at her, he takes her by the hair, and throws her out the window. Panting heavily, looking back he seen his son, wide eyed and crying, " d- daddy.. why did you do that?" Hart walked over to his son, " I wont hurt you, I promise, I got rid of the bad lady, you'll be safe," he hugged his son, closing his eyes in pain, rubbing his back. Wishing none of this would have happened.

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Death Before Me
RandomDeath has always been feared. Death has always been in history. The stories have all been wrong. Why me though, why had god choosen me?