Brother

Erzelus’s POV

The last thing I saw was a tear drop coming from Kandreah’s bloodshot eyes, which were entirely overtaken by the neon crimson colour of his vampire. His destiny is as pitiful as mine, if not even more. Before I drew my last breath, I wanted to say that I didn’t blame him for this. I tried to tell him that I understood he couldn’t disobey Nahevra’s command the same way I could not fight it off from the first second when the Macabantran gate opened, and the force of her command pulled me in. But no words left my mouth as this was not a part of my command. My last thought was that I felt sorry for Kandreah and that he would never know I didn’t blame him for anything. I know that guilt will eat him alive, the same way as it did when he killed Thersar in Sanguineabyss. The pain, the…darkness…it suffocates. Before I closed my eyes for one last time, I heard that little voice again:

“..Red flowers are not scattered across the barren land, and my bed

It is not the red flowers bu