--The Past Revisited--
--20 Days Ago--
Despair clawing away at many in the unforgiving night, the chilling breeze flowing along the kingdom. Fiends lurking in the town, ravenous eyes on their targets. Countless trying to escape, their echoing screams in the terror.
Blood spilling against the land, their great agony. Far in the back, within the castle. Numerous knights gathering in the room, their silence in the area, their low morale from the king's demise. The Prince in front of Richter, his shaking eyes at the news.
"What do you mean father has been killed?" disbelief from him.
A skillful man no more, that person's ferocity maintaining with his age. A night claiming the king, this hard situation on the Prince. His attention to the knights, many lowering their heads.
One resembling Blood Bane, their increasing dread. The individual's heavy heart, slightly shifting his attention to his side, someone continuously living in his father's shadow.
"I am sorry Prince, perhaps we should speak elsewhere so that you can process this better." Richter bowing.
"I suppose so..."
Enduring the crushing weight on his shoulders, a young man unable to break free from these shackles. His father constantly above him, the Prince continuously trying to move beyond his range. Richter glancing to him, soon standing straight. The former knight facing away, looking a bit to his side.
A person proceeding along his road, keeping his eye on his goal. A man reaching after his light, his eyes on those from his past. Shortly walking onward, the Prince following along. The kingdom in a chaotic state, one remaining to fill the leader's role.
Both leaving the throne room, making their way down the hallway. Sorrow from one, sympathy not with the other. Their eyes on the paintings of the King and Queen on the walls, these many years of progress.
The Prince's attention on one of his mother's own, wondering on her location. Moving his eyes to the statues of the gods, his grim expression. His vision shifting to the ground, that long red carpet across the ground.
"Who killed father?" his unsettling tone.
"An angel."
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Richter playing two hands, walking down his dark path. A former knight refusing to remain silent, rage burning at his depths. Memories guiding him onward, an individual's powerful resolve. The Prince trying to process the man's message, an action by an angel, those drawing the wrath of the heavens.
"An angel? This is making little sense. Why would an angel cause such destruction?" his hand to his chin.
"I wish I can answer that myself." Richter glancing back to him.
A man holding the board in his hands, giving pieces to the situation. Destruction in the dusk, a heart yearning for the truth, another seeking after his desires. Both standing at an intersection, the Prince requiring a more thorough explanation. A descending angel, this massive damage on them.
"I mean after all, would it not make sense for an insider to be able to ruin the King?" the former knight folding his arms, facing the Prince.
The former knight's calm eyes, someone progressing along his direction. A man casting away much, reaching after what is inside. Their boiling rage, carrying their reason onward. Words catching the Prince's attention, his mind on the possibility. Feeling unrest in the area, a strange energy around him, his hasty heart.
"Are you saying that there is a traitor amongst us?" his tense voice.
Scraping against the walls, the young man glancing around him. Demons in the shadows, these monstrosities in the castle. Shortly fixing his vision to the former knight, sharply looking at them. A man's experience in the battlefield, pushing his pieces into play. A person's great desires, locking onto his path.
"Indeed." Faintly smiling.
The thick air, those menacing fangs in view. These slowly approaching creatures, unease gripping the Prince. Events steadily making more sense, that one ahead of him. His father trusting that man, a knight creating the opportunities for the madness.
"Richter...how could you?" anger in his tone.
Grabbing the hilt of his sword, carefully trailing his enemies. These salivating fiends, a dire situation on his hands. One aligning themselves with devils, the Prince wondering on the reason.
This heavy weight on the young man, having to fill the shoes of another. His life continuously in the shadow of his father, despair clawing away at him. Those foes surrounding him, drawing closer by the moment.
"Do you honestly believe I could forgive your filthy father for what he had done to my people?" closing his eyes.
Richter lowering his head, his many emotions. Memories eternally with him, those bodies everywhere. An infuriating hand from the king, the man's never leaving dread. Shortly opening his eyes, keeping his vision on his direction. The Prince understanding, the past branding on the former knight.
"Father did all he could to try and right that wrong! You know this!"
"It was not enough...! Money...! Resources! That will not bring back my family!" Richter yelling, releasing the hatred deep inside of him.
"I know...and I'm sorry, but this is too much. Bringing demons in! Destroying innocent lives! All because of revenge?!" the Prince retorting.
"Revenge is part of it, but this is to reclaim what I have lost. No matter, was it not your father who said collateral damage is part of war? Hm? Prince?" gesturing his arm onward.
A king making his decisions, numerous loyally following him. Raiser's hard actions, a person trying to right his wrongs, someone constantly carrying a great burden.
A former knight unable to let go, his wish to reclaim what is no more. Countless washing away in the madness, engraving his grief into others. The turning Prince, his eyes on the approaching demons.