Fuck yeah. New chapter. Sucks, but oh well.
Kriel is someone who you may not think to be~ :3
No one's reading this anyhow. Talking to myself.
"Power, you say? Ah, human....you have made the right choice..."
Chilling, red eyes glared from the pit of darkness.
"Free me, and everything will be yours. Free me, and I will give you power...in exchange for a price."
"What would you like?" The man trembled slightly, but his face gave no emotion away. "Power? Riches?"
A leering smile flashed in the shadows. "Your firstborn's blood...and soul."
"Lord Kriel..."
The slim, tall figure made no indication as if it heard.
"Lord Kriel..."
"Yes?"
The advisor shivered at the coldness in the child's voice. Fourteen, but with the maturity and wisdom of an adult, Kriel was an intimidating figure.
"Your father...the surgeon says he only has moments."
"Did he call for me?"
"Yes...my lord."
Kriel swiveled around on the chair. The advisor cowered under the silver-blue gaze of the child, as if it glimpsed the very depths of his black, corrupted heart.
"My father called for me, eh? He's finally where he belongs." Kriel walked past the advisor, ignoring his fearful glances. "Finally, among the ones he killed. May they haunt him for eternity."
The king laid on the bed, panting heavily. Breathing was getting harder, and every so often, he would cough up blood.
The door to the room creaked open.
"Kri-kri-el."
"Father."
The lad went and stood next to the bed and bowed. The king raised his hand, but Kriel made no move to grasp it. It fell back onto the sheets.
"My chi-child."
"Father."
An agonizing silence passed. Finally, the king took in a deep breath, and spoke.
"I ca-cannot regret wh-what I did. De-dear chi-child, I am sa-sorry. For wh-what I ca-caused. Bu-but. It wa-was for your sake..." He coughed and spat out a scarlet splotch.
"Like killing Mother? You don't regret killing Mother?"
The king made no reply.
"You, you monster. You killed her. Shoved her down that pit. And in front of the eyes of the young. Do you understand what you've done? DO YOU? AND YOU SAID YOU SAVED ME? FROM WHAT? WHAT?" Kriel took a heaving gasp and continued, "You. Murdered. Your. Wife. The queen. OUR MOTHER. Me and Mai's mother! For what? For WHAT? And all those people you tormented. All those lives you threw away, used them like dolls. Torture. Pain. Those screams still ring in this damned castle. AND YOU CALLED YOURSELF KING? WHAT KIND OF SICK BASTARD ARE YOU?"
There was no sound. Not even the wheezing of the king's struggle for breath. He was gone. The king was gone.
"I hope you suffer forever. For from me, there will be no words to comfort you. Suffer, suffer eternally. Like the ones who you pained did."
Kriel stared at the body that was once the king. Then the child walked out, and into a group of dukes and dames.
"The king is dead." Kriel announced. "I will rule in his position. Burn his body. Let his soul scream in the agonizing pain."
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