I stared, being held back by ghosts, watching the demon and my son battle one another. Suddenly, Lloyd got hit by a couple phantom daggers. Horrified, I instinctively called his name. I was incredulous.
My son had been cut in half, and I shrieked, never giving a second thought.
"LLOYD! You can't...YOU CAN'T!" my voice cried out, loud and pained. "ZIROTH! H-HOW COULD YOU HAVE KILLED MY SON! HE WAS THE ONE PERSON I FOUGHT FOR THROUGHOUT MY LIFE AND-"
I just could not take it. It was too much. My whole world had instantly fallen apart. I was justdevastated, and I didn't know what to do.
Lloyd had died.
I couldn't look at him; it only made me increasingly more upset, but I was held back, and had no other choice. I was already frustrated with fighting that malevolent demon. However, my previous emotions compounded with the ones generated over my son's death made it even worse.
I can't live like this!
I wanted to torture Ziroth so badly! It was all his fault!
OH MY GOSH! DA FEELS!
Cya, bye!
-Zena 1421