《The Mage Covered In Crimson》 Painted Crimson Red Every night it flashes through my head. I remember everything. The King''s army marched, armed with crossbows, swords, and shields. On horseback and by foot coming closer and closer towards the tower. We were being read a story near the fireplace. It was my favorite because it would remind me of my mother. Though the sudden alert of my father and the rest of the mages standing tall saturated us. They left two commands: to hide in the safe room and not make a sound. And so we did as told. After a while all we heard was the sound of weapons clashing, screams of pain and battle cries. The call of praising their king. Each one praising the empire and king but the one I remember the most was about the one who lead them ¡°All Hail King Sontron. Long stand the Mono Empire.¡± It repeated over and over. The sounds made the other two cry. I knew I was not allowed to speak, but I had to. So I sang to them. ¡°Watch the wind blow through the night. Listen to the whispering. As you''re rocked straight to sleep, hear this lullaby in your ear. See the ocean move its waves as you cross, sailing far away. Oh, all places you will find hold treasures and other divines. But remember wherever you are home is always where family goes. So flow the sea or the wind, climb a mount or swing in the trees. Light a lantern in a cabin or fall in love at the beach.¡± I knew I broke the rules, but mother told me that whenever anyone else or I needs a warm lullaby to sing this one. I remember my mother said the sound was about how she met father. I really do enjoy singing it.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. We played some games together. Until things went silent outside. We left the safe room believing it was all over only to be completely wrong at the horror of what was waiting. The ground was stained red, the flags torn and weapons laid beside the corpses of the one who held it. But in front of me I found something I wish I never did. As I laid eyes on it, I fell on my knees, my heart racing as I held it in my hands, the blood had covered it, the heart stopped beating, four limbs were barbarically cut off exposing the bone and flesh that were dangling out of the joint that formerly connected it to the body. Water began to flow down my eyes to my chin as I screamed, begging this all to be just a nightmare. I remember the pain I felt that day. I mean, how could I ever forget? My heart ached, my body was numb, my scream and cries were so loud it pierced my own ears. But when a figure stepped close I looked up praying that it was aunty. But what I saw was a tall grown man. While placing his crown on his head, I saw his smirk of joy, and I heard his laughter. After everything he did, he didn¡¯t deserve to smile. After everything he took from me¡­ It hurt¡­ it hurt so much¡­ I remember that smile he had, I remember the pain that grew so much in me that I would burst. I felt it grow deep into me, as it unlocked what I still had not learned to control. Magic! Magic at its highest peak. And I say the spark. My pain and anger created a flame. It was a flame that burnt right through him, his scream of pain and begging for help, begging me to stop. But why would I, he deserved it. Watching him feel the same pain as the crimson flames devoured one limb at a time. He broke four, but as he took his final glance at me I generously gave him the same thing he gave me. I let him see the smirk on my face. The pleasure I felt watching him was more than him watching father, Aunt Clar, and Mr. Carsono. But it wasn''t over once his body turned dust. No, They all were involved, they all wanted this. They all helped. I was going to tear them apart until there was nothing left. I would color the thrones crimson red. Yes! How beautiful that would be. Glass of Champaign October 30, 175 imperial year, seven years exactly after the death of the great mages. That day also marked the day the world was going to change. In the living room of the Carsono Manor, I was sitting in the midnight blue armchair near the large glass window on the second floor. The window was looking over the massive golden front gate that was the only entrance onto the property. I don¡¯t remember what I expected to see outside, but I always sit there with a Cabernet Sauvignon in one hand and my head resting on the other. I was thinking about everything that has happened so far until I felt someone''s hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Ace smiling at me. His long black hair was wet as he just took a shower, but to be honest, no matter what I can never take my gaze off his beautiful emerald-green eyes that contain specks of gold. Everything about him felt too perfect to be real. ¡°Anything special is going to happen today?¡± ¡°Well Ace, today we wish farewell to King Micheal.¡± ¡°King Micheal is that bastard¡¯s son. Because he couldn¡¯t inherit his own kingdom''s throne, he was married to the only daughter of the neighboring King.¡± Looking at Allicin who always enters the room already knowing the topic of discussion. I have to admit it always seems to amaze me. ¡°Should I tell Aidan to get the carriage ready?¡± ¡°Oh course Allicin, but don¡¯t get started on other things.¡± She left with a smile that told me right away that she had other plans. But as I was thinking if I should do anything about it as I place my glass gently on the table in front of me and proceed to stand. ¡°It¡¯s hard to remember that my baby brother is all grown up and has a girlfriend. It almost seems like he has forgotten about me.¡±This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. Grinning at Ace¡¯s comment he followed with a small laugh, I pondered about one thing. Will I lose any of them in the process of achieving this goal? ¡°Are you... Are you sure you want to do this Ace? What if something happens? I would¡­¡± His smile dropped as his gaze rose up, though his head remained face down. His expression changed. A fire lit in his heart causing a fierce look in his eyes. His hands began to change into a fist squeezing tighter. At that moment I was afraid he was going to hurt himself, dig too deep and bleed. But it was too late. ¡°Ace, your hand¡­¡± ¡°Then what about you? Do you expect us to stay here and let you die?¡± ¡°I am saying I am scared. I can¡¯t¡­I can¡¯t lose more than I already did.¡± He released his fist and turned around walking towards me. His hand moves up and wraps around my upper back. He pulls me closer towards him, patting me on the back of my head. I was shocked at that moment, this anger he was showing, he was never like this before. Not when we were children, training, with others, or alone. ¡°Iis, I am sorry and I thank you for thinking about us, but this is our fight too. They were our family too, mine and Aidan¡¯s father. Allison''s mother and uncle, your father and aunt. This involves all of us. And I promise you we will all get through it alive. Okay, so please don¡¯t play the game on your own. If not with Allicin and Aidan, at least let me join. I love you and won''t leave you. I promise.¡± He has said things like this to me before, though this one hit differently. With my head rested on his chest I wrapped my arms around him and just let all my emotions through. It helps to cry once in a while. It really does. ¡°I am sorry and thank you. I love you so much.¡± I pushed back a bit and looked up at him, sparked a small flame in my hand and held it close to his hair attempting to dry it. He raised his free hand and wrapped it around my wrist. His hands moved down to my fingers as he kissed the back of my hand. ¡°They are waiting and should probably go. My liege.¡± And so we left the room and went outside. Allicin was in the carriage waiting, her copper shimmer hair was tied back in a braid. While Aidan, who looks just like Ace except he has golden eyes that matched well with Allicin''s hair, waited beside her. As we both got on, I looked back at the manor and smiled watching it fade away one brick at a time. When this is all over, we will return and live a fulfilled life. We live together in a happily ever after. Throne Dripping Red Magic brought us here fast, I am glad it did. I did not want to sit by the window wondering if what we were doing was right. I did not want to constantly remember the painful memories every time I doubted this. It hurts, but they didn¡¯t deserve to be hurt. And since they were hurt it¡¯s only right that he feels the same, no worse, he... The moment I felt Allicin on mine I relived that I had my nails digging deep within my skin. Looking at it drip I managed to regain my senses. They deserve it, no matter how they cry and beg, today and forever I will show no mercy. ¡°Ace, Aidan, begin and do not hold back. From today we¡¯re not going to hell alone.¡± ¡°Yes, Archmage.¡± The two are in charge of taking out the guards. They would be nuanced if they remain. Each would be lured in with a crime, one so violent that even their lives would be considered pointless. And one by one it will touch their throats at the tip, and slowly get deeper. One drop leads to another, till it all drips out. And then the next move. "Go Allicin." I can feel my smile turning slowly into a smirk. My legs lift my body up as if it was an automatic pull. I can feel it, as Allicin causes chaos in the castle, one prince at a time is drawn towards her face. Her subduction works so well putting them to sleep is so easy. "Well, I guess it''s time for King Michael to be put to rest. Permanently!" Walkthrough the castle halls one foot in front of the other. My mind goes crazy, screams, the lullaby, the closet, their faces alive and dead. All of it comes back. The anger always manages to get me so well that I go insane. No, to be more precise my hidden psychotic mind is revealed. Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. "Isn''t it funny that he is the one that will help us scare his father?" "A man that frames and kills innocents to save nobles is hardly worth keeping alive Allican" Once the tip of my heels touches the door I pause. Lifting my head up, I looked at what was made up of pure gold and jewels. What a lovely life he had. Watching as it gets consumed by the fire. I take my final breath before stepping into the home of the first devil of our journey. "Aidan''s right Micheal your time as King is up." Seeing his face made me laugh so much I couldn''t even finish my sentence. "Oh wait no that''s no right, you still need to enter hell. And unfortunately, that road is so painful." "WHO ARE YOU?! How dare you enter the room of a king. GUARDS, GUARDS." "Save it. Aidan and I already got rid of it all." "And don''t worry about our family, they''re asleep. If you even cared about family. Oh, wait, if you did, your father wouldn''t have killed ours!" "Relax Allicin he will get¡­" "Your¡­. You''re those devil''s children. HA! You don''t deserve to live as much as they did. You all are not but monsters." I turn my head slowly in his direction. I could even think this was possible. But to be honest I should have. There he is on the floor out of fear knowing his death approaches closer and closer, yet he still has the guts to talk. How dare he. "You know I was going to do this quickly but it seems you''re more than just an ugly face." My feet sprint me to him, my hands grab his collar and throw it at the wall. My left-hand grabs his throat and begins to grip harder and harder. The second I let go I graded it, the organs that were meant to provide a feeling of happiness, and care but gave him only greed and stupidity. It was a beautiful crimson color with blue and hints of purple. The amount of blood that streamed and gushed output content in my heart. "You never needed it, just like the world doesn''t need you. Your death is more useful to us. Rest well." I dropped it on what was left of him. Smuggling the back of my blooding hand on my cheeks to wipe my tears. I knew that after that there was no turning back, no rewind. The game is in motion forever. "Shall we move to the next bastard?"