His vision blurred as Izekiel watched the blood in front of him.
It had been a long time since some one made him bleed like that, the voices slowly started to fade away and his darkness resided along with his consciousness.
Why?
He thought when everything became black.
It was foolish of him to take a sacred attack head on, it shouldn't have mattered whether Johanna died or not but he couldn't fathom the thought of something bad happening to her.
Izekiel wondered what caused him to become so irrational. Was it because he was married to her, or was it because of the momentarily infatuation?
No.
Perhaps this started way back, on the night he first met her.
That was a tiring day for him, a lot happened. His control over his darkness started to waver gradually as the night drew closer.
He decided to take a stroll in the enchanted garden for some peace.
