---------------------BANG CHAN-------------------
Chan's POV
Your blood reflected the light of the moon. It was full and bright. An opposite of me. It overshadows everyone and everything. I could only helplessly look in my tied positions as you shouted, screamed and begged for it to stop. It was torture. The worst one. I couldn't bear to see you perish in front of me as I just stand there powerless not being able to do anything. Can I still call myself a king after all of this? What's a king without his queen? It was all so vile. We all grew up believing that they are the people of goodness and kindness. Forgiving and nurturing. The people who stood infront of me appeared to only harbour malicious and wicked intent. We grew up in a different country, isolated by everyone who deemed us sinful people. People who didn't deserve kindness. The evil. Those who are meant to burn and rot in the underworld. Those who die so cruelly. Those punished by the gods and goddesses of theirs. We all believed it but continued to live quietly not wanting war to be set upon us. To us who they look at in destate and call evil, I shall now prove it the "real" evil you see. I must seek revenge for you, my dearest. Your suffering will not be in vain after all I can never, in my life, live with the fact that I wasn't able to do anything to save you.
The swords of the soldiers clash against each other as they fight for their races and nations. The magic energy is extremely brought up to its heights. Blood shed everywhere only making me remember that night when she died. The night when I have decided that my hatred shall fuel me up for this day. This day where they will all pay with their blood. I will give justice. It might sound wrong, yes. And that's because it is. In the eyes of this world. A Transylvanian King of vampires wouldn't bring justice, he would steal them from the innocent. Killing one of their kin will serve as fair play to what happened. They did it to gain what they call glory as they believe that they saved the world.
There i saw you standing behind your army. You never did change, You were still a spineless coward baring your teeth and hiding behind your lowly puppets. He who ordered the death of my beloved queen. Killing you will not suffice. I want you to feel as much pain as I did. Your agonizing cries of misery i want to hear them all. I intend to take someone just as important as her. Someone very important to you, your oh-so-royal family of seraphims, and your holy kingdom. Who shall perish tonight? Your wife? Your third son? Your second son? Or... Your crown prince. The next in line for the throne. Thinking about it makes a grin form on my face.
I look around. There he is. He's fighting like how a fearsome crown prince should behave. As he struggles a bit against my army, I take down one soldier for him. One of my own. He looks at me in terror after realizing who I was. I smirk and grab him by his neck as his feet detaches itself from the battlegrounds. What would be the best torture for both of you? That's silly, of course I've thought it through already. How long has it been? Two? Five? Seven years? Ah, its been Seven years. Seven years since we lost the battle. Seven years of my nation's recovery. Seven years since you took my beloved away from me. And it's about time I take yours, Heechul, king of Caelesti.
Your son struggles to fight me even when he's paralyzed. He's really strong. Fitting for a king but I must say he's not going to be one. I catch your eyes and you immediately run to us, calling for your soldiers as you do.
"SAVE THE CROWN PRINCE! CATCH HIM!"
I can just sense the desperation in your voice. The agony, sadness, agression, the need to save your son. And of course, the fear. It sounds good coming from you. The fear of losing your son and the crown prince of Caelesti. I create a barrier only keeping us three. All your angels were useless. They can't go past my barrier. Pathetic. That's what they are. And you, you are the most pathetic one out here. Stabbing my sword into the crown prince's a loud whimper comes out of him. Staring at you your eyes seem to water. Huh? I guess you do have feelings.
"STOP! Please. Don't. I-I'll do whatever you want-" You beg.
"No, father. Don't let him take advantage of this situation." The crown prince says, barely making any sound. Holding his wounded arm in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.
"Really? Anything I want?" I ask with a sly smirk on my face that grew even larger when I saw the fear in your eyes. Your pupils were shaking. Your lips were dry. You were trembling. It was amusing. I can watch you like this all day only if I'm not itching to kill your son and your sanity.
"Yes. Everything."
"Kill your son then."
You froze. I loved that. But wouldn't it be better to see you wield your sword to your own son?
Everything else was silent. You, your son, and your pathetic angels. The only thing that can be heard was the strong breeze of the wind and crashing of the waves. I can feel the tension. Everyone scared and anticipating. The crashing waves and wind just gives this dramatic feeling to it. You have all the air you can breathe but you can't help but feel suffocated. Like someone deprived you of oxygen as you grew paler. I smirked.
"I don't hear an answer. You kill him or i'll kill him. Your choice" I said, tightening my grip around his son's neck. He chokes.
"I-it's okay, father. I'd rather--", he coughed. "Have you- kill me." He continues to choke as I exert more force out of frustration.
"I'm getting impatient... Make your decision now." I tapped my feet against the sandy battlegrounds. "It's either you watch you son die in my hands with you not doing anything about it or you make his wish come true by being the one to do the honors,"
You bite your lip as you trembled. I can see your uncontrollable shaking. You look at me with anger then you turn to your son with a gaze so full of emotions I can't describe it. It was loving and apologetic. Like you were delivering your last words to him. And maybe you should.
At last, you made a decision.
"I'll do it."
I let go of your son and throw him to the ground. He catched his breath and coughed. You both look at each other and he tells you that it's fine. That you should choose his brother to reign in your kingdom instead. I didn't hear what the name was but it didn't matter. You, the father of your son, is killing him. How amusing.
You took your sword. Wielded it to him.
Your eyes red but never tearing up.
You pressed the sword against him.
The world stopped.
Blood came out.
And tears did, too.
I did it, love. I served you justice.
And now it's time to turn back we have no more purpose in this barren land.
Walking away the world was quiet only hearing the sounds of muffled screaming and crying. I take one last look at your fallen form before a portal engulfs me. You could only watch with a pitiful face as my back is the last thing you see.
