AUTHORS NOTE
hi this is my first story publish so please give a constructive criticism which basically means a helpful criticism and pls give a review. Also do note that English ain't exactly my first language.
Disclaimer i do not own svtfoe they're owned by disney and characters are daron nefcy and some are mine but... meh...
3rd POV
The firmament appearing black, darker than the nothing of space shown by the cameras, closing your eyes would even seem brighter than the current sky above the castle. Though not much could be described as a castle as half of it fallen and knocked down by something like a bomb. Ruins of the castle scattered in a large radius and blood pools around bodies that were fallen. Knights and soldiers fell in a pools of blood as swords stuck on their corpse. Limbs of humanoid and monsters could be seen cut cleanly and few bodies under rubble. The carpet of the once glorious castle wet and rain falling on the carpet soaking it wet with thunder but strangely no lightning. Not even the flash of the lightning, only the booming sound of thunder striking heavens knows where. Crackles accompanying booms of thunder gave the only sound of the scene beside the sobs and sound of rain, giving the stage the tense feeling to any living being around. There, a man or teen to be exact kneeling on all fours crying and sobbing as tears trickle down his nose and chin. Blood on his hands as a broken sword beside him half shattered amd remains only the hilt intact.
"Please... Give her back... Please! Take me instead ! I'll do anything ! I'll even serve you! So please!... Please... Take me instead..."
Said the man. Voice hoarse and sentence interjected between sobs of his. At first glance he seems to be fine but with a second glance and few squints one could make out a body with clothes ridden with holes on them. Slashes and tears on his attire and dents and scratches on his armor. The armor that he donned could be deduce to focus on agility instead of defense. At least with what could be found on him.
" Oh Marco ... I know you will... I don't want her... I want YOU..." Said the being in front of him. Sitting on a throne once belong to an important figure in his life. As he stand there inspecting his hand and specifically the ring that seem to be a black gem, darker than usual colour palates on earth, with silver as its band. The being held the ring twirling it on its finger and finally after a few seconds inspecting it. He says" Alright... You want her back-" the man on fours stopped sobbing and looked up in fear and hope knowing what comes next."- and I am a man not known to be generous... Let's have a deal..."
The man gave no hint of hesitance as he screamed" YES ! ANYTHING ! Anything for her..." "Alright... I'll let you hold the ring after a few trials to prove you're good enough." Said the deity looking down with a macabre smile.