Author:
Whispering Hope
Summary: All
sinners must have a beginning. Albel Nox remembers the past, and
remembers how he couldn't cry. Implied slash.
Pairings:
Implied AlbelxFayt
Standard disclaimers apply.
Blood stained his hands, stained his sword, and stained his clothes. Albel Nox lifted his palms and studied them, watched as the liquid gently trickled down to the tips of his fingers and watched as the droplets fell onto the ground.
Splat. Splat. Splat.
He pushed his sword through another swarm of countless bodies, felt the way the blood dried on his hands as he killed one peasant after another… innocents.
Not so! His mind opposed. This is not your sin! You're doing what you have to do!
Countless deaths on his hands, all for the sake of duty. His father's wishes.
"Serve the king."
Long live the King, he sneered. Long live the warriors instead. Long live the one who spill blood, who lose their innocence for war.
Long live… Long live his father.
He thrust his sword through a lady who had runes carved into the backs of her palms, watched her fall, tears springing to her eyes before her eyes closed forever.
He never believe in God, but he whispered: Rest in peace.
Long live the dead.
Fire. Another Aquarian woman had summoned fire in hopes of harming him. He flinched, but only slightly at the memory before he made sure her blood mixed with those who had gone before – before she joined her companions to sleep forever in peace.
A peace he never would have.
The fight barely lasted the night. Albel fought the hardest, killed the highest number… and was injured the most, in the worst possible way.
The blood on his fingers… dripped.
Splat.
Splat.
Each sound made by the droplets of blood seemed like footsteps of an impending doom.
Splat.
Albel, alone, stood in the silence as the rising sun shone on him – shone on his bloodbath and he who had sinned.
Dawn caressed him and whispered words into his heart.
He stood in the reddened field, and laughed. He laughed, because he couldn't cry.
He didn't know how.
A blue haired boy snuggled closer to a sleeping figure, making sure to wipe stray tears off the swordman's cheeks before he whispered soft words he knew his companion could hear.
"Sleep. Tomorrow will be a new day for… everyone."
Long live, he thought. Long live the living.
Long live the future.
-Owari-
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