Author's Note:
Alright, I'll just clear up a few things.
Truth to be told, I wasn't able to proof read this piece after I posted it.
I didn't have enough time to edit it over these past few and so I planned to do that today.
On another note, the idea of this story is supposed to remain vague.
The entire occurrence is left in the imagination of the reader and I only supplied snippets that would trigger the ideas.
'Sup guys? This is just a really short fic that my brain told me to do in the middle of a religious celebration.
Oh you scumbag brain you.
Anyway, here you go!
A breathe and the mask on his face was discarded.
His crimson stare was a void; lamenting and perplexed.
The recent, granite slab scorned him as the engraved name of the fallen, candy monarch manifested so patently.
And the reminiscence of auspicious yet fallacious promises of a mirthful tomorrow, chanted by the spotted feline in the strained ears of the withering ruler played on rewind.
Then it had him pondering, 'Had she been by the humorless prick's side the moment he decided to meet his maker, could it have sufficed to stop him from leaving?'
But the atrocious and demented grin that disfigured such a beauteous face flashed in monochrome at the thought of the female venturer.
A penitent simper curved the Vampire King's lips.
When they say, 'Knowledge is power' never had he actually envisioned such words could materialize in such spine-chilling extremities.
And the question of 'How far would you go for someone you love?' did not mean so much to him until he witnessed it himself in the form of a superficial young woman's affections that flourished into an abysmal, genuine emotion for an unseeing man.
The prince had succumbed into his blameless downfall, which rooted from an insatiable inquisitiveness, so his warrior concocted a contract with the devil and sold everything that she had in a futile attempt of rescuing her beloved.
And the traveler could do nothing but to remain handicapped in the background and gaze at how all of it disintegrated into miniature, irrevocable fragments.
Thus this time around, he shall perform his part.
Now the query was focused on him and exclusively on him alone.
How far would he go? — Far enough to redeem her veneration with the salvation of death.
One cyclamen blossom was released onto the swell of the dew, encompassed land.
A breathe and the mask was veered back on his face.
And that's the end of that.