“Don’t think you can escape. Your admirers might have crowned you in the flowery title of blood pearl. But, I am the one who made you that way. Your glory. Your ruins. I am the beginning of everything you are.”  The same vermilion that haunts me over the past years danced in his predacious stare. A circular ring of wildfire sketching out his knack for destruction and blood over the tranquility of crystal green orbs that symbolized his royal blood. That one trait that made him desirable in other people’s eyes, the exact reason behind my repeated attempts to kill him. “That is exactly why I detest you- Xerxes.”  ________________________ Historical fiction, (empire names, military ranks and weapons deviates from reality, several other alterations made, fictional animals, etc.) Warning : graphic violence, suicidal idealization, eating disorder. Rough words. Disturbing thoughts. War. Not for the weak hearted. _________________ The first time I saw it. I thought it was unreachable for the monster I have become. Pain that signify living emotions. An obsession that paints you in burning love. Moths that felt like something other than death and in lieu beautify you inside out. But, one encounter with the real you changed everything.  I’ve finally learned how it felt like. A heartbreak that outlasts the lifespan of a human heart. _________________