Fire blazed everywhere, leaving nothing in its wake. Not even the rain, which fell heavier than any day, could stop the fire from burning through everything caught in its flames.
And the fire was not the only thing taking over the area as bodies lay across the field, some unmoving and others begging to live. But, the beggars were ignored as the focus fell on one man sitting on his knees. Blood and rain trickled down his limp arms as he faced forward, his eyes still holding a defiant flame; it didn’t break him that everything was coming undone before his eyes.
And he meant everything. He built over his sins, creating something ruthlessly better. But, no matter what he did, his sins never stopped hunting him because here he was, staring upon his greatest sin.
A sword appeared next to his neck, barely touching but holding the intent to kill at any second. He never flinched nor showed the turmoil happening within his body. Even his eyes stayed glued to his sin, his never-ending ghost.
“Uncle, do you have any last words?” The person spoke. The person’s voice is clear and close to the man he once cared for before destroying and taking everything from. The man he swore to have his back always, to love and never betray; a man who was his brother, both blood and in arms.
But, his brother was dead, killed by him. And the man standing before him, with similarities to his brother, was his nephew, that should have been destroyed by the slavery system.
Except, he stands before him, more vigorous than ever, as he pulled the same move he (the uncle) did years ago.
He could not stand the dark red hair that stuck against the man’s skin from the rain, nor the light brown eyes that kept slipping him back to the day his brother started to beat him in everything.
“You are just like him,” the uncle finally started to speak, causing his nephew to flinch back, “but so like me too.” He motioned, without moving, towards the blazing fire, killing and erasing everything. “Too bad you are nothing but a lowly omega, meaning you will always fall.” He viciously added in the end.
Anger appeared in his nephew’s eyes, looking so much like his brother. Brother, look at what we created. He deliriously laughed inside his head: his nephew was a copy of his father but vicious and hardened like him.
“You have fallen, uncle. I will only rise while this will be your burial.” Then, his nephew peered deep into his eyes with a question lingering in his anger-filled mind. “Tell me, because these will be your last remaining words, did you ever feel remorse for killing my father, your brother?”
Remorse? The uncle thought. I loved him, and I loved him deeply as any brother would have. He was everything to me until he became everything that was not me. I have been there through every moment; we were like twins, sharing all of our minutes. And through it all, nothing stopped how far jealousy slipped through my bones. He no longer needed me, he no longer was on the same level as me, and he no longer put me first. So did I ever feel remorse for killing someone I used to put above the world. No, no, I don’t.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Father. Father. Father. Father. The man fell to his knees, letting the sword slip from his fingers as he stared at his uncle’s severed head. His body trembled as he leaned over, covering his face in his hands as he grieved. And it was not towards his uncle, never for him, but his father. He never got the chance to mourn his loss.
He always had to fight for survival since his father’s death, since the day he was sold into slavery, and since the day he presented as an omega. His life has always been about survival and revenge, never allowing him to cry, scream, or even rage over his loving father.
And now, after he finally succeeded in his revenge, everything within him broke. He no longer had to act like his hardened, harsh self, built from his environment. But the hidden deep part of himself wanted love and someone to hold onto every broken piece within him.
He laid there, stripped bare on a dying field, a dying family, and silently screamed with grieving tears. Then, he felt hands covering his face, the same hands he had grown accustomed to, pulling him back into a wet and sturdy body.
And all he could smell was his destruction, his salvation, his glue, and most importantly, his alpha.
“Min, all of this is for you. I will present this burning world to you, my omega.”
Eyes.
And all it took was the eyes, filled with betrayal, hurt, and fear to stop River in his tracks. It was also what made him realize that he unconsciously grew attached.
Attached to this life, attached to the people he swore to destroy, and attached to the false peace of a family life he lived through the past four months, River froze.
It should have never been like this. River had been trained, since day one, to never become close to his targets; to never become attached in general. And he failed those teachings, didn’t he? From the day he slept in Nabu’s bed to the day he never got rid of his son, River has been falling down a never-ending slippery slope.
Being born from an attachment, River knew his life was destined for failure. He should have died; he should have never been born. His master, his father, reminded him of that every time. And River believes him—because once again, he had turned his back on his teachings.
“River,” the eyes that began to burn something into his soul started, “how could you? Is everything over the past four months a lie? Did we mean nothing to you?” The person’s voice turned desperate and weak towards the end, breaking with fallen sobs.
Or maybe it was from the pain of her wound.
She held onto her stomach as blood dripped between the cracks of her fingers. And the wound was nothing small as the blood continuously flowed without stop.
Blood did not only spill from her but also from the weapon that River held in his hand. His blade dripped with red, hitting the wet, muddy grass.
He had stabbed her when she tried getting in the way, doing what Prince Cyn told him to, but his heart could never get into it. His mind and body followed each order through, but his heart crumbled each time, making it harder and harder for him to feel.
“You were nothing but a mission to me.” He spoke, his voice sounding foreign to him. And when he saw the heartbroken look on her before every emotion died from her face, River couldn’t remember the last time he truly breathed.
As her head limped down, her body still moving with each battered breath, River walked over as his steps felt heavy and slowed, as time stood still while he was hit with memories of the last four months as he stepped in front of her.
Bending down, River looked at her defeated stance before pulling her face up so that they could look at each other. “Lan, do you remember our first meeting?” River started.
Lan laughed before it turned into coughing as a line of blood slipped down the corner of his lips. “I,” she held a long pause, trying to catch her breath better, “do.”
River smiled before plunging the knife into her chest, “Lan, you are my only close friend; I will never forget you.”
And Lan could not speak as life quickly slipped from her. River dropped his weapon, wrapping his arms around her as he held onto her. I am sorry, truly.
Four Months Ago
“Are you new around here?” A woman started, seeing how River looked around his new area.
River turned towards her, noticing how he could not smell anything from her before nodding his head, “I am. I am the new cook.”
“Ah, you are the one who just moved in, next to the widow Susanne, with your alpha and child.”
“That’s me.”
The woman wiped her hands on her apron before moving closer, sticking out her hand, “Well, welcome; I am Lan, the head chef.”
River grabbed her hand, giving one of his best smiles, “River. It is nice to meet you.”
Do not worry, the next chapter is going back four months.
Anyway, I am back; although, everything is chaotic right now, and I don’t have a job anymore (trying to get away from my stalker by barely leaving home). I need to find something to do to make money so that I can live and pay bills, so I don’t know when I will post a new chapter, just know it will be very inconsistent.
Thanks for the chapter!! And i hope everything will go well… what’s happening to you right now seriously sounds traumatizing 😭😭 all the best and please take care of yourself
You’re welcome. And thanks; I stay with my family, so I have that sense of security when I am at home.
Thanks for the chapter ♥️♥️