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The stars, points of light in a moonless sky, shifted.
A man, fighting for his life against a ring of attackers, spins and twirls, a dance of death. First one down and then another, and finally it's one on one. A smile grows, red lips painted in blood twisting up. He's missed him.
They dance for a while more, but he is exhausted, and he could never kill him. It's only a matter of time.
A stab and a slash, and the man lies bleeding. More figures melt from the shadows, moving to his enemy's (not an enemy, not him) command. They carry him to a large statue, lay him on ground wet and red. Patterns blossom around him, mirror the sky. They light his face better than the stars ever could.
The man's eyes flash red, red of fury, fire to burn all the evil of the world. So too do the eyes of his killer (best friend), but they are a different red, tainted. Red of blood too liquid to burn, and it puts out the fire of the man's soul.
The mist that was fire rises from the man, sinks into the patterns that glow so bright. The statue flashes red, and the light fades and dies. So does the man.
Tainted eyes weep tears of blood, hatred over grief. Grief can't help his last friend, but there's none left to hate but himself. Red flows also from a wound in his chest, drips from the knife he lets fall to the ground. Maybe his friend will forgive him. He can't. His eyes fade to black.
The statue shatters, eight more do the same, crumbling to ashes. Dust to dust.
The stars, the only light lest, shifted once more, and died away.
The moon rose red-of-blood, and it laughed.