The night is quiet and calms around the castle. Inside the great hall, there is a huge fire burning on the hearth, which is making the place a bit brighter and warmer.
By the fireside, a tall man is standing while looking out the window. His blonde hair curls at the ends and his ocean-blue eyes shine brightly under the moonlight.
He wears a simple white shirt and black pants. On his feet are black boots. He is leaning against the window frame, watching the night sky.
His name is Osmond. And he was one of the most famous Guardian gods in Heaven. After defeating the guards of Heaven and freeing his soul from the prison that held him captive, he disappeared from everyone's sight for somehow long time.
Now, he finally found peace, even though his hatred for Heaven still hasn't ended yet. It will continue till the day he kills every single one of the Gods in Heaven. So far, no angels or gods have fallen in battle, but he can't count on them anymore. To get rid of all of them, he needs to use everything at his disposal.
At that moment, his mind wandered off to the night sky, imagining what the stars look like tonight. He could almost feel her presence right now, just like how his beloved Dera used to feel when they were together.
They would watch the stars together, holding each other close until morning came. Or even if there were a thunderstorm or snowstorm.
They would spend their days walking hand in hand through the woods, enjoying the peacefulness of nature. It made him chuckle, remembering those times. How happy she was. Even though they weren't truly together, she never gave up hope to see him again, and the reason why was that she loves him.
"Why did you have to die?"
Osmond murmured out loud, his voice breaking slightly.
"Why did she have to give her life away just because of the stupid war? Why did our lives have to end like this?"
He turned his head and looked into his left hand, where he carried his precious ring. It is his wedding ring, the one he vowed to be Dera's forever.
The ring was on his finger since that day when Dera and he finally decided to leave everything behind and run away together.
He wore it always, even though the ring is already so old. But he never tried to find a way to change its appearance.
Every time he looked at it, a painful lump formed in his throat, making him cough and cry silently. But, despite his sorrowful feelings, he traced his finger over its smooth surface as if trying to wipe the tears of anger and grief away.
He didn't know who was responsible for taking his wife away from him, but he swore to get revenge, no matter what he had to do.
No matter what he has to endure to bring his vengeance upon Heaven. No matter how much pain he will cause to the people he once cared deeply about.
He would not stop until he avenged them, and he would make them suffer until they begged for mercy. Until they begged to kill them. Until they died. He was determined to make sure that everyone responsible for Dera's death will pay dearly.
He was willing to kill anyone who stands in his way. Not only Heaven but Hell, too. He wanted everything to burn down to ashes. All of the human beings and everything else.
A deep sigh escaped his lips. The sound echoed throughout the empty room and it sounded hauntingly lonely.
He was ready to sacrifice anything to get Dera back. Even if his body dies in the process. Just like how his heart was torn apart.
Osmond let his gaze fall onto his ring again before he slowly slid the ring back onto his left hand. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, calming himself down.
His hands shook softly but he clenched them tightly into fists to keep his hands from trembling. With all his might, he forced himself to breathe normally again.
And finally, after what felt like an eternity, he opened his eyes. The moon was shining in the middle of the sky above him, casting light everywhere.
For some unknown reason, the silence brought him peace. As if someone was whispering something into his ears and he understood them.
But then again, he couldn't even remember how long he had been here. Was it minutes, hours.. years… centuries? Time had lost meaning, for everything seemed meaningless, without Dera.
It was all gone. He felt like nothing mattered anymore. Nothing. His friends, his rank, his home, his kingdom.. everything.
To be continued...
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