My hands… Blackened with the blood of so many…
My breath was jerky, almost to the point of hyperventilation, as I looked at my hands. These hands, which have killed so many, so very many… But this… My hands are stained with his blood…
Gannondorf had told me he wanted this boy dead. I hadn't thought anything of it. After all, in the five years I have been working for the King of Evil I have taken the lives of at least thirteen would-be heroes. It had never bothered me before, for I'm a shadow demon; I was given life to serve King Gannondorf, to fulfill his desires (and he abuses this privilege periodically), and to follow his orders. It had never before bothered me to fulfill his wishes, however psychotic or obscene they might be.
But this boy…
Thank the Goddesses King Gannondorf hadn't told me that this boy was… so like me. My… my double.
I knelt down next to the fallen hero, stroking his face gently with my fingertips. My touch left smears of blood along his ashen cheeks. It was his blood, for I had forced my fingers into his neck, and that was really what defeated him; the loss of blood, and the pain from five puncture wounds in his tender neck.
He was dead… and by my own hand… My own light twin…
A tear trickled involuntarily down my cheek, but I did not bother to brush it away. I continued to stroke the boy's cheek, looking upon his beautiful young body. Why was I crying? This boy would have killed me without thinking twice if I had let him. Why did it bother me? Why must only the evil suffer?
The tears were streaming down my face at this point, but I made no attempt to stop them. Why should I? Instead, I fell to my knees next to his body, sobbing against his chest. Goddesses forgive me for my actions!
His faerie still flitted about the room, its aura ashen and almost colorless. Under other circumstances, had the body I held been that of any other warrior, I would have killed it, and prevented it from doing any mischief against me. But I simply couldn't bring myself to do anything, not after I had killed my light half.
I knew I couldn't stay here any longer. King Gannondorf expected a report, and his word is law. I will always follow his orders… but how does one cope with something so horrific as this?
