I withdrew my sword and blood splattered on the tiled floor. I wiped the blood on the red cape hanging on his back. The king is crouched in front of me with his hand clutching his stomach. It is said that the king will only kneel to a God.
Then am I a God?
"Why?" He asked.
I looked at him, my red eyes against his golden ones. I tapped his shoulder with my left hand and spoke.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, a million-gold coin for one head is such a very tempting offer, don't you agree?"
-ELEVEN