A searing jolt seized the man's body as the blade dug deep, penetrating the skin easily like a mere piece of paper. He would gasp if not for his voice being ripped from him that moment. A quick panic set in with a futile struggle against the strong hands that held him captive.
Drip, drip, like the soft pitter-pattern of rain. It starts with just one drop, and then two, and soon the floor was a mottled mess. The noise then hit a crescendo, simple rain morphing into a fierce torrent, as if some storm was passing by. The man's strangled noises seemed far off now.
Eyes of violet widened and then glazed over, the overbearing pain obstructing his already addled mind. Bruises and lacerations riddled the man's skin tenfold. He did not care though, for he continued to weakly call out the other's name, perhaps in some vain attempt of apology.
A pathetic whimpering noise, and then, "I'd rather…die by your hands, Jade…than…" But the man did not continue. Silence rung, almost deafening.
The white-haired man finally collapsed, his tired body crumpled over like a broken doll abused by its owner. A dirtied blade followed suit, falling to the cold, unforgiving floor with an audible metal clink.
"Goodbye, Saphir." Eyes of red shone with brilliance that one, in the wrong lighting such as now, may mistake for a demon's. The man rose for his departure too.
It was over.