Disclaimer: Khr does not belong to me.
I have to admit, this one is a bit dark. Read at your own risk.
How could you do this?
Bel wasn't sure if the voice was inside his head or not. It could have come from the woman he was kneeling over, but he voice was too powerful, too strong, it couldn't have come from her. She was too weak. She had lost too much blood.
How could you do this? They were your family!
No they weren't. They were Rasiel's family. And they had always hated him. Why did there have to be two? They didn't need two, jus the one. Why would we need him if we already have an heir?
They cared for you.
No they didn't. They didn't ever notice when Rasiel cut him under the table or pushed him down the stairs. Or maybe they did notice but turned a blind eye. Maybe they wanted him dead. Why would they need him, an extra?
Where are you going to go? They will always find you.
What? But they were dead. They couldn't hurt him anymore. He killed them. He didn't need their neglect anymore. Their abuse.
This will haunt you for the rest of your life.
That he knew. He could feel the guilt creeping in. He looked at his small, crimson soaked hands, shaking with fear and anger and his silent sobs all at once. Why did it feel so good? Why did it feel so right? To cut into them, to hear their screams, to see the blood spattering all over the room. To feel the scarlet liquid in between his fingers, to taste the coppery tang on his tongue. Why was he laughing? This was so wrong, so so wrong. He couldn't stop the euphoria, slowly spreading through his body as he licked the knives clean. Why did he feel so amazing?
What are you going to do?
He left. He left the blood soaked castle, with it's imposing grey towers and it's unwelcome atmosphere. He didn't belong here. He was going to a new kingdom, one he will build himself. He'll find a brand new castle, made just for him. He'll find a place just right for him, he'll find a place that he'd belong.
After all, he was a prince. And princes get what they want. Even if they have to kill to get it.
He made a new identity that day. He made a name, a title fit for him. For the prince of blood and screams and knives.
Prince the Ripper.