"Huff huff."
As he ran, tears never stopped streaming down his face.
"Please don't be…"
Sniff!
…..
"Huff huff."
Dean panted as he entered through the gate.
Entering the city, the sight that greeted him left him retching on the spot.
He couldn't believe it.
No!
He refused to believe it!
What entered his vision were empty clothes of varying sizes and different types.
Men's clothes, women's clothes, and children's clothes.
What they all had in common was the black dust that filled them up.
'These people are all dead?'
*Wuuaaah!*
Throwing what little food remained in his stomach, Dean continued to pant for breath, as his heart felt stifled.
'I killed them all?'
Drip! Drip!
The tears felt endless as they continued falling.
At this point, his eyes were completely red as if possessed by a demon.
These were not eyes a child should have.
It took him no less than thirty minutes to reach the kingdom.
As if subconsciously realizing that he may not have much time, his legs moved as he made his way to the palace.
…..
Dean entered the palace hall, and the sight that greeted him wasn't any different.
Ignoring the other clothes that loitered the hall, he moved closer to the throne.
Arriving in front of the throne, he saw the crown, king's robes, and black dust resting on it.
He had hoped that his father wouldn't die, after all, his father was the strongest in the kingdom.
However...
Dean knelt as the tears finally stopped coming.
His eyes were already clouded in despair.
His heart was already riddled with pain.
He was completely listless.
He remained on his knees for a few minutes before he rose once more to confirm what he didn't want to know.
He made his way to his mother's chamber.
…..
Dean knelt beside the chair he saw his mother sit on this morning.
The table was still filled with various bottles of wine.
However, what remained on the chair were empty clothes and black dust.
Grabbing the empty clothes, Dean pulled them into his embrace.
"Mother!"
His head hung down.
'I killed everyone.'
'I killed my father.'
'And I killed ...'
Drip! Drip!
The tears that had stopped cascading down his cheeks didn't return instead what took their place was...
Blood!
Dean cried blood as tears!
He didn't cry out or wail loudly like a normal twelve-year-old would.
No!
He silently cried.
"Th-this sin is too hea-heavy to bear," he choked out in between the streaming blood.
There was a rumor.
In ancient times a grandmaster physician once theorized that if one reaches the very limit one's mind could bear, if one's emotional state reaches a certain peak of pain and despair, the eyes would let out blood as tears to depict the emotional damage said person has received.
Dean couldn't take it any longer.
His mind couldn't bear to shoulder this pain.
So he lost consciousness as he continued to kneel, blood streaming down his still-opened eyes.
In his state of unconsciousness, Dean failed to detect the series of messages that were popping up before him.
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