Better That We Break
By: KellyCRocker59
An angsty KarelLucius drabble. Enjoy.
The Sword Demon fell to the ground as he saw blood spray into the air like mist. He felt numb, dropping the Wo Dao, knowing that he was the cause for this. His senses were heightened as the pain of what he had done raked his body. The air was thick with heat, and the stench of death filled the battlefield. He looked down at his hands, seeing the callused and bloody fingers cracked and covered with the blood of the one he had sworn to protect.
It was a slip, a fluke that had cost someone their life. It was unforgivable. He looked at the body of the dead man lying before him, and for the first time in his life he felt a tear slide down his cheek. And then another, and another. The legendary swordmaster wept over the carcass of his beloved, tears splattering the pale, lifeless skin.
He had been so caught up in the heat of combat, in the ferocity of killing that he had forgotten about the man behind him; the only one who trusted him with his life. He had betrayed that trust. Catching a glimpse of something behind him, he had not hesitated to turn and stab the creature through the middle. And his crazed eyes had caught the shocked and pained ones of his beloved, causing him to pull the blade out and watch as the man fell to the ground.
Karel cried as he pulled the dead body of the monk against his chest, feeling a pain unlike any he had ever felt before flow through him, tearing at his heart.
"Lucius." He whispered, rocking back and forth.
How he missed him even now, moments after his death. The monk had trusted the swordmaster unimaginably, turning his back to him multiple times, snuggling close when they laid together after lovemaking. The monk had caused an alien emotion to come over the swordmaster every time he was around him; love. And he had betrayed it all, losing the one that he cared for most.
But through the pain, he realized what he had to do. This was a turning point in his life; one that would change him forever. He would no longer kill for pleasure. He had seen death in the most horrifying way, and he knew that he could no longer kill and enjoy it. He would no longer be the Sword Demon that he had been known as for so long.
The swordmaster stood, pulling the body up in his arms, cradling against his chest as he set off toward camp. This was the end of his old life; though it had ended in the most tragic way, sometimes it was better that you break.