"Princess Aridane has called upon a banquet for the birth of her new child" An auspicious moment for the kingdom of Room. Room, a long-standing kingdom established by this highness king chair.
While the birth of a child might be quite common everywhere but this time it was not so. A few centuries earlier where the first king Chair established this kingdom, he went through massacres upon massacres of people revolting against him. It was dark times, a call for the kingdom's greatest adventurer had been made. Cup was his name, a knight with a pedigree quite old. Wearing a light blue metal armour the knight stood stalwart protecting the kingdom with his heart.
"Charge" The people followed with trust. But again it would always make a good scenario. A knight saving his kingdom. But this was not true. No, if that stands as his reality than the knight is no hero. Hell, he even considers himself of a bastard for the actions, he committed.
Blood spilt from his hands. But the sad truth was it wasn't of long-standing nemesis demons or even the monsters lurking the forest.No, it was of his brethren. The knight named cup took the life of a sinless man.
He asked to be beheaded or face punishment. If nothing but as an act of atonement towards his actions.
Again though one thing was true.
'It's not your fault'
Their gaze...
'You're following orders. So buckle up and get moving'
Their words...
'Ah don't worry about them. After all, they were traitors'
Their sympathy...
'Traitors deserve to die'
Hurt.
'Die'
Agonizingly
'Die!Die'
Lurching his heart. Maddening voices of those killed went through his eyes. Blaming, scrutinizing him over and over and over again,
'Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!Die!'
Stop...But a part never wished so trying to take their blame on his shoulder.
'Kill'
Spoken soothingly to his broken heart.
Eyes losing their haze little by little cup-tied a noose over his neck. Tightening until he suffocated to his death.
The kingdom of Room was regaled as the forefront to demon invasion but that could not be any less true. Blood of their kinsmen filled their plates more than the hide of demons.
After all, this cannot be helped for they stood as the epicentre of strength. The apex predator eying humans as nothing but leftover dessert.
And so war began once more moving the pillars of time to its course of destruction.