Nothing could stop his agony as he watched her walk down the aisle.
Clad in orange and white; strange as she ever was.
Cyreina...marrying another man.
Ziacken gave her a weak, trembling smile when she ran past him in seemingly slow motion.
A six year war, and she had done it all by herself.
Conquered a parallel universe, took down every elemental Kingdom there was, stopped a sadist from destroying them all, and had made reality closer than ever.
She was amazing, strange and utterly insane; all at the same time.
And he loved her all the more.
A small thud made him shakes his thoughts away, the sound of two bodies hitting softly together.
The bride and groom embracing.
All his life, he had been too shy and quiet to ever take anything he wanted: the throne, the leads, the money, and her. Ziacken may have been born of fire kin, but nothing about his personality was fiery.
He was a red head, as expected, with bright red eyes and pale skin. Hair long, and curly; almost past his shoulders by now, but nothing had changed from the time this stereo-typical smackdown had started in Elementus.
He was still sweet and shy.
Cyreina was still random and unpredictable, and he still loved her.
Just like the good old days.
Those sweet days when stuff exploded, people were scared, and everything was one big game of strip poker. He almost laughed, remembering how she used to make poptarts with electrodes; but people had to be serious at weddings. He cringed when Saiyu caressed the side of her face, and presented her with his gift of reconciliation. It may have been a wedding, but she had beaten the Hell out of him and his armed forces. All of their old friends cheered, happy at the final stem of all the violence. No more bloody fatalities, or shooting psychiatrists. All of it ended with this unholy matrimony. But God, why did she have to be marrying him! Saiyu was cold, harsh , and totally undeserving of someone so compassionate and rare. It made him angry, more angry than Ziacken had ever been in his entire lifetime. So angry that the next thing he could feel in his hand was a sword. A luscious blade that reminded him just how easy it was to spill someone's blood upon the ground below. There were surprised cries as he ran forward, sword outstretched. Ready to kill. His red hair flew back like a halo of red Hellfire. The red in his eyes darkened quite literally. The bride and groom watched him in surprise, not realizing his intentions. The first one to realize it, however, was Saiyu. His green eyes widened in surprise, and he shoved Cyreina behind him in an effort of protection.
The entire crowd gasped when Ziacken struck Saiyu, right through the chest. It was like the sound of meat splattering on the counter. His eyes widened, and blood foamed from his pale lips; the blade had struct a major organ. People screamed, time slowed down and everything sounded louder. Without thinking, Ziacken reached down and grabbed Cyreina by her small wrist. She seemed frightened and grieved beyond all reason, and cried out when he touched her. Some sort of animal had been released within his usually gentle persona, and for once he paid no heed to her pain.
Saiyu had fallen back in a pool of blood, eyes blank and skin paler than usual. Dead, or severely close Women were crying, and a few of his so called friends were rushing to him; worried for Cyreina's safety in the hands of a murderer. The beast grew more enraged, and slung it's prey over one shoulder. Fire erupted from every orifice in the old chapel; blinding his pursuers and closing off any posible chance of a rescue. The beast was out, and no one could tame it.
Those sweet days when stuff exploded, people were scared, and everything was one big game of strip poker. He almost laughed, remembering how she used to make poptarts with electrodes; but people had to be serious at weddings. He cringed when Saiyu caressed the side of her face, and presented her with his gift of reconciliation. It may have been a wedding, but she had beaten the Hell out of him and his armed forces. All of their old friends cheered, happy at the final stem of all the violence. No more bloody fatalities, or shooting psychiatrists. All of it ended with this unholy matrimony. But God, why did she have to be marrying him! Saiyu was cold, harsh , and totally undeserving of someone so compassionate and rare. It made him angry, more angry than Ziacken had ever been in his entire lifetime. So angry that the next thing he could feel in his hand was a sword. A luscious blade that reminded him just how easy it was to spill someone's blood upon the ground below. There were surprised cries as he ran forward, sword outstretched. Ready to kill. His red hair flew back like a halo of red Hellfire. The red in his eyes darkened quite literally. The bride and groom watched him in surprise, not realizing his intentions. The first one to realize it, however, was Saiyu. His green eyes widened in surprise, and he shoved Cyreina behind him in an effort of protection.
The entire crowd gasped when Ziacken struck Saiyu, right through the chest. It was like the sound of meat splattering on the counter. His eyes widened, and blood foamed from his pale lips; the blade had struct a major organ. People screamed, time slowed down and everything sounded louder. Without thinking, Ziacken reached down and grabbed Cyreina by her small wrist. She seemed frightened and grieved beyond all reason, and cried out when he touched her. Some sort of animal had been released within his usually gentle persona, and for once he paid no heed to her pain.
Saiyu had fallen back in a pool of blood, eyes blank and skin paler than usual. Dead, or severely close Women were crying, and a few of his so called friends were rushing to him; worried for Cyreina's safety in the hands of a murderer. The beast grew more enraged, and slung it's prey over one shoulder. Fire erupted from every orifice in the old chapel; blinding his pursuers and closing off any posible chance of a rescue. The beast was out, and no one could tame it.