The air was thick with silence, and the only sound was the sound of Han's labored breathing as aria was healing his wounds after along day of hard training
It been three months since the last conversation with eric. Now everything seems uncomfortably quiet "I'm going to my room since we done with all training" john says as he throws the weapon away.
With a cold tone, Aria announced, "His Highness has summoned us to meet him by night. We must discuss the plan." John let out a sigh and walked away, acknowledging their duty.
John walked through the royal halls, his mind consumed by thought, paying no heed to the passage of time. He eventually arrived at his room, greeted by his three maids.
Without much thought, he gave them a quick order to prepare his bath. Being accustomed to such commands, the maids hurried to fulfill his wish.
One of the maids assisted him in removing his shirt as the other two busied themselves preparing the bath. John gave a slight nod, signaling for them to leave. Once they had gone, he stepped into his his bath filled with blood,
the warm liquid surrounded his body. As he closed his eyes, he couldn't shake off the request Eric had made of him the previous day.
-18 hours ago-
John sat in Eric's new room, the beautiful surroundings filled with flowers doing nothing to ease his worries. Eric lay in the bed, his condition having deteriorated,
leading to his transfer to the rooms beneath the castle to protect him from any danger as now Eric was lay on the bed at the heart of the flowers, John's gaze was filled with pain as he observed Eric's weakened state, his energy and power seemingly drained away because of the curse.
half of Eric's body that had turned black and the numerous injuries and blood staining his neck and hand. Eric clutched his neck tightly, his body writhing in pain as he slowly kicked his legs. Sadly, his vision had been lost as there was black cloth to cover his eyes
John's heart ached at the suffering his dear friend endured. The only sound that filled the room was the sound of Eric's coughing and his struggle to bear the pain. In a pleading, tired voice, he reached out And holds john's sleeve as he says
"j-john please kill me… make the suffering stop i ca-n't stand it any-more"….
John's eyes snapped open from his thoughts he angrily slammed the blood in the bath with his hand. With a mixture of anger and determination, he stood up, uncaring about the blood stains on the floor of his room. Grabbing his sword, he walked towards the castle's underground chambers, marching to the room where Eric was sleeping.
John arrived at Eric's room, his heart heavy with a mix of emotions. As he opened the door and entered, his gaze fell upon Eric's peacefully still body. With a deep breath, he walked towards him, his grip on his sword tightening as he drew nearer.
He stood and his eyes fixed on Eric's life core. John raised his sword, positioning it above Eric's life core, his hands trembling with hesitation. The weight of his decision hung heavily in the air
He closed his eyes as he says with sore voice "that for your own good"…