A Fulfilled Promise</u>
His steps were still even as he walked down the marble hallway. The constant, steady tapping, it was like a clock ticking away the last moments of this world. He strode calmly, his expression stern and unmoving, unlike those rushing past him. He was silent, unlike the screaming prayers and questions as the skies rained luminous fires.
And she ran into him, a short woman with radiant golden eyes and fiery red hair. Her lovely, childish visage twisted with fear and now awe as she looked up at him. He held her fast, white knuckles gripping weakening arms as she leaned on him. But his expression far from mirrored her expressions of awe and relief at seeing him.
She sighed, as if his power in this moment of panic had numbed her mind of what was happening. His calm, however, twisted into hatred.
“I had sworn…” his deep, rough voice began “that before I die or before someone else beat me to it…” his grip tightened and his voice was now a hiss in her ear “I would spill your blood.”
The growl in his voice shocked her. She panicked again, her eyes widened and she gasped. She looked up at him, stunned.
“My… son…” her lips whispered in a plea, eyes glittering with innocence.
“I am only your son” he said as one arm wrapped around her and pinned her to his chest, the other hand reaching for the dagger that rested in a scabbard on his hip “when your life is in my hands?! When you are at my mercy?!” he spat with vehemence as she screamed and struggled against him. Frantically, she tried to thrash her constricted arms, to push him away, to escape. Her eyes widened as she felt her insides rip, burn and bleed. She tried desperately to cover her wound; she tried desperately to scream for help. In the next second, her jaw slackened, her yell caught in a slit throat. She as released and she crumpled, her face one of a twisted, horrified child, mouth open, eyes wide and arms sprawled, her body in a slowly growing puddle of blood, her pearly robes stained crimson.
Datairyn breathed heavily. The act of revenge, though sweet, could only be savoured for a moment as he heard the fiery hail whistle past the wall. Then, there was a crash and he felt the floor tilt and begin to collapse beneath him.
He leapt through a window and landed gracefully on blazing grounds. He had no time to recover from his fall as the flames crept onto his clothes.
Running from the inferno, he tossed off his satin and leather jacket and let it burn on the floor. And he stood there, listening to the pattern of the falling doom, bringing hell into his world. He listened to his home imploding and collapsing to the ground, taking with it the screaming corpses of his family, friends and servants.
He heard cries of sorrow and agony nearby. Having accepted the fact he would lose his life, he walked at a casual pace towards the building with the brown stone tower, another site for revenge…