—Recommended music to hear: Gilded lily— Cults.
From the age of five, never had Magnus felt fear for blood. His worry of death was even lesser. Most children would understood the idea of death after they had felt it first hand, mostly occurring when they were much older than he did.
Yet on the day of his parent's death, he finally understood the fear of blood and death.
Even after seeing the familiar slimy red liquid that had covered his palms, Magnus felt sweat profusely blanket his back. He rushed to his father, noticing that he wasn't breathing. He didn't have enough time to mourn as he could hear the next second the sound of choking coming from the side of his mother.
He quickly ran and crouched beside her. The panic seeped in when he realized the large hole on her mother's stomach. It didn't seem like she had failed to dodge the wound, from how it appeared she seemed to have taken it in place of his father's.
