Killed by My Witch

Chapter 6: What It Takes [Sheze]

[Sheze Chaldean's perspective]

I was sent in to quell the radicals around the kingdom. We caught wind of their plans to contaminate the water supplies with a bloodlust enhancing potion that would cause mass hysteria.

While I was defending the capital against radicals, one of them threw a bloodlust enhancing potion at me and the potion affected my judgement when I was typically immune to such potions. However, my bloodlust is a big higher than others, so this potion was my worst combination. While I was under the influence, the scent of blood was oddly sweet like vanilla. The more I cut into people, the sweeter the scent became. I ended up killing all of the radicals from in that state.

Only my beloved with her frail and soft body was able to stop me from going completely ballistic and killing everyone in sight. However, I accidentally injured her beautiful neck. What's more is that I craved the scent of her blood the most at the time. I never felt so disgusted with myself until that moment.

Now, because of me, she has yet to have awaken since that day...

I was well acquainted with her father since our fathers were close friends in their younger years, but never got a chance to see Lilian until she made her debutante.

She was like a beautiful lily with her halter dress with a modest lace neckline and flattering waistline. She had chosen a large white lily flower accessory in her hair that was tied up in a high ponytail. Her hair was a lovely blonde shade that was neither golden nor brown and had a silver reflux in the light.

Although she was so beautiful, men who took notice of her dared not to ask for her hand to dance. Occasionally, there would be one or two brave souls that would reach out to her and ask her for a dance but she would remain uninterested no matter who her partner was. Although I made it a hobby of watching her from afar, I could never gain the courage to talk to one young woman.

One day, she showed up sitting beside me in men's clothes as I was drowning myself in alcohol because my thoughts were filled with her. I heard her speak so close to my ears and filled with joy every time she opened those beautiful lips. I had intended to escort her home with kind intentions, but then she spoke that she had also become infatuated with me.

For that night, I reached out to her with a strong passion and knew that I could never go back to those days without knowing her...

From the moment I got involved her, I had promised myself that I would love and cherish her and to never hurt her. I who had never held something important in my life never thought that I could love someone to the point where they would be the center of my life. I thought about her from day to night and wondered what kind of things would make her smile. Before I knew it, I planned out several dates ahead of time and often imagined various scenarios where we could talk about nothing as well as anything.

When she broke up with me, my heart had shattered.

I thought that it must have been my fault. I constantly forced my feelings onto her, and she always responded warmly, so I may have taken advantage of her without knowing. Even though I was hurting in the inside, I wanted to at least respect her wishes and let her go because the last thing I wanted was for her to hate me.

It was not until I learned that she had broken up with me because she believed that I best suited her best friend, but that woman was just a vile woman who wanted nothing more than to squeeze her way in between Lilian and I so that she could have Lilian all to herself.