At last, he crumbled. A weight lifted from his shoulders, yet a thousand times more crushed him. See nothing, feel nothing, be nothing. She is nothing. The spirits whisked her away, or so some fables tell.
In bare honesty, it was the man. The thief, the witness, the killer. His hands stained red as scarlet as her hair, his eyes darker than the tomb she should have been in.
She had called for him, screamed for him, not the thief that stole her away, pulling wool across her eyes so she could not see the man he had become.
He did not tell her goodbye. He did not speak with her enough. If he could turn his back on the criminal that declares itself Fate, he would. He would kill it, if only he could. Such a monster like Fate deserves Death. Some announce the two go hand-in-hand, and he would amusedly agree, but once Death has been dealt Fate, the chuckle becomes a choke, the smile a permanent scowl. The thief would pay.
Anger boiled like lava spilling over a volcano, a rage uncontrollable, disaster in his wake. Fate deals death, yet Death deals catastrophes, plagues even. Fate shall meet its match, that he will make sure.
Yet an irony like brotherhood turned bloodshed is something to be ashamed of. If the single one that he loved died and descended before he could lift his searing axe, Death should feel unavailing. His use was none. His strength was nothing. He was nothing. Nothing from the moment she breathed her last.
The burdensome blade hung from his hand in a light grip, yet as the fire spilled over the mountainside, he raised the axe. His fist clenched it, his knuckles turning as pale as her skin. Breathing was of no use. Tire trailed behind a weighted breath, and fatigue raced behind a snail. No, the thief must face Death now. Not another moment may the man ponder the red that stained his hands. The thief's tears are that of a crocodile, and Death does not accept such feign.
Fate mustn't take a breath. Breathing is of no use. Fate mustn't close his eyes. Death brings with him an axe, a blade to be stained scarlet.