That day many years ago, Viscount had taken with her the blade that had been used to murder her family.
She had only been about nine, but even that time, her was already filled with so much hurt that the pain blossomed into hatred and a zeal for revenge.
She had promised herself that she was going to use the same knife and send the person that had killed her family to the after Life.
For so long, she had held back.
She had already become quite strong but because of the words of her master, she held back.
She knew her time would come, and today, it did.
This was the person that killed her father and mother and stolen the title of Viscount from her.
It was because she did not want to forget her pain that she named herself after her heritage.
This was why she was called Viscount.
She took one step at a time.
Her fists around the hilt of the sword had long become decorated with veins.
This was evidence of how tight she held the blade in her hands.
