First Draft || Endless Bloodshed

FIN. "Bang!"

ITS MY BIRTHDAY!! Officially 16 Years Old Lets All Hope This Day Doesn't Turn Out Badly

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Devastation rocked through Kris, she was alone. He had been her last chance at happiness and he was gone. Kris struggled to even think his name. Her love, her mate was dead.

Kris felt powerless, maybe this was Lady Luna' punishment for killing so many.

She had taken the lives of fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers all without a thought that someone might have been waiting for them to come home.

Body shaking cries escape from her chest. She had never felt more alone than at that moment. Kris felt as if heart had been ripped out and stomped all over with no remorse.

"I'm sorry," she whispered over and over like a chant. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

Arms wrapped around Kris's shaking body from behind as she continued to sob.

"I should have died," she whispered her voice breaking, "it should have been me, I deserved to die not him."

"Is that truly Loki, Kris?" Vlader asked fearing the worst.

He had come up behind Kris to see her crying over a pale body crying her heart out. The curse on Loki must have lifted when he died. His green-blue eyes were still open staring blindly up at the clear sky. What shocked Vlader though was Loki had a small smile across his face. He was at peace.

Kris knew if she spoke she would once again break down, only this time she wasn't sure she wouldn't shatter completely, so she nodded in responses to his questions.

"I'm-"

Cutting him off Kris spoke firmly, "don't say anything Vlader, words are meaningless."

Vlader felt his heart pull for his mentor, but he knew he didn't know what she was going through and was unsure on how to help, so he simply cuddle her.

"How many are dead?" Kris asked still staring at her mate's pale face adoringly.

"The damage... its huge, Kris. Each specie has taken a hard blown to their numbers. The vampires only have about two-hundred give or take a few. The magic bound faired the best, they have roughly six hundred. The angels numbers are down to three hundred and seventy and the demons to three hundred and forty. The wolves took it the hardest, their about two hundred and fifty.

It'll take years to even stabilize the numbers again."

"The tunnels weren't infiltrated?" She asked trying to focus on something other then the cold body in her arms.

"No, all clear. That's another hundred on each specie count but like I've said it'll take generations for the numbers to be as strong as they once were."

They sat in silence a moment longer before Kris decided she better take charge.

She laid Lokis' body down carefully, make sure his body was perfectly place before standing.

"Listen up!" Kris shouted.

Attention was drawn to Kris immediately, she was aware that they could see the still not dried tears glistening on her cheek but for one Kris couldn't care what they thought of her.

"We have won this war," Kris let them cheer a moment before talking again, "but it has come at the cost of thousands of lives. We all have lost someone here today, but they have died fighting for their right to live, and that is most honourable death. We will remember them all.

"We need to carry the dead back to the castle. They will be hidden from those back in the tunnels, they do not need to see such tragedy. I don't care what specie you are, you will pitch in and help."