᯽Capítulo 04⊰᯽

᯽⊱❈═ K Y R E E ═❈⊰᯽

Guilt.

Guilt.

Guilt.

Guilt.

Blame.

Blame.

Blame.

His blame.

Only his, no one else's, yours, and there would be no taking the weight off of him, the one that was crushing her bones with each passing day.

She was dead, she was dead inside a body that still kept walking, the bright eyes, those purple ones that you admired so much from afar, that you loved so much and selfishly wanted to keep for yourself.

They were dull.

Dull.

Imbecile!

It was going on in his head, next to his fingers that were practically pulling the blond strands that he was so attached to before, that he was so proud of before.

What good was it? What good did it all do?

A descendant of the heavens? The title he had inherited from the Archduke? All the power and beauty that anyone could ever wish to have?

What was the use?

What was the problem?

What was wrong with him?

Everything.

"I ended her life." his eyes allowed the tears to well up, so that they came out in a shaky, choked tone "everything that happened, all of it is my fault." he became aware, everything that had happened from the time he was a child, that was completely laid on his shoulders.

Weight.

A lot of weight.

It hurt.

It hurt a lot.

No, he couldn't feel sorry for himself, he deserved that, he deserved to feel like a scumbag, the trash of trash for having put the person he loved in that state.

Yes, the person he loved.

The person he was cursed to love.

The Maverick curse, a curse that would turn the life of anyone the possessor of this family's blood loved into a complete hell, an abyss of endless decay.

Obviously, such a thing was completely hidden from the general public, the only thing that was known about Kyree's family was that they possessed heavenly blood, direct descent.

Idiocy.

All because of the idiocy of a pastel and monochromatic being, none of his successors had any moment of peace in love.

Treason, the worst sin a being can commit, be it angel, demon, hybrid, dragon, star and whatever else it is.

The primordial sin

The sin that that celestial committed, the sin that enraged the goddess that ended all future, all happiness.

But was she even wrong?

Kyree couldn't help but wonder sometimes, was she wrong for wanting to punish the one who betrayed her? To punish the one who betrayed her trust without even thinking twice?

But on the other hand..., did he deserve it? Did he deserve to pay for something that happened when he didn't even exist? When he didn't even dream of existing in any way? When even his parents didn't dream of it?...and more importantly, did Ethel deserve it?....

No, she never did.

Nothing, not a single grain of sand.

"I don't deserve to be in her presence, I don't deserve to have her smile at me. I shouldn't have brought her here, I shouldn't have made her fall in love with me?" Self-pity was spreading in him, self-pity that he had inherited from his blinding blood.

At the end of it all, he only wanted to punish himself, he brought women he didn't want, didn't know and didn't want to know, women he couldn't even remember their faces, much less their names.

He deserved that, he deserved not feeling good, he deserved just taking anyone, anyone who didn't care about the worthless guy they were going to bed with.

He deserved the discomfort, he deserved the disgust he felt at himself.

That was it, deserved everything but those beautiful purple eyes, less those silky hair as light as the newly arrived snow in winter.

But still, he needed an heir, it was the perfect excuse, wasn't it? To not have so much guilt in approaching her, to be warm to her, to lessen the distance.

But then, the excuse was gone.

He felt contempt.

Contempt for himself, for what he had done, for feeling that he had used her as he did all those women who came to his room, with all the distractions around him.

Contempt of the man he saw that he was, one who ripped the child from its mother's arms, one who ripped it coldly as if it was something natural, something instinctive.

A monster.

That's what he became, that's what he was.

And when he saw that scene, the scene of her unconscious next to one of those mere distractions.

Cut throat.

Strangulation.

How far had she come, how did she come to such a point of madness? Of complete insanity that nothing else mattered? That everything could be thrown away?

But he hadn't been the first witness, he was only there because they called him.

He would have to arrest her.

He would have to pretend that he didn't care, that he never cared.

"Ethel...Ethel…" he said as low as a whisper to himself, one that seemed to plead that she could forgive him, one that seemed to beg that everything could be all right, if only for a moment "Ethel, my sweet Ethel…" continued with a whimper, one that would not be heard, not by the person he was expecting nor by anyone near there.

He was alone.

He would remain alone.

He and that cursed blood.

That heavenly blood, decadent blood.

"Is there any way to get it out of there? Can I get it out?" He began to question himself, like a frightened child who wanted his parents' help "is there any way to change anything? Is there any way I can live happily with her?" he stopped after saying this, abruptly opening those deep sapphire eyes; it was selfish, he knew it was selfish to want something with her at this point.

Something happy with the person he had ruined his life with.

Joke.

It could only be a joke.

He laughed softly, but that didn't last long, as he heard shouting from all sides, clanging of swords and armor.

They had invaded, but why had they invaded?

Ethel.

She might be in danger.

He thought almost automatically, so automatically that he didn't even think about it, he didn't even think that she was trapped, it didn't matter, and besides, what would they want with a woman who was at death's door?

He hadn't thought, when he realized...he was staring into those dark eyes, the ones that possessed an aura far more powerful than his own.

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