VALORIA WILDEROSE
The rain continues to pour heavily over us, over the ruptured corpses scattered around and now the one lying limp beneath me.
Lyra's brown eyes are lifeless and dull, her thick crimson blood soaked into the earth below, too thick for the rain to wash away, while my hands remain intertwined on the blade stuck in her neck.
I killed her.
I killed my sister.
Yet I feel nothing but a silent, soul-sucking numbness, unsure if that's good or bad.
'Suffer.' She said, knowing that her death being by my hands would haunt me for the rest of my life and add to my supposed curse.
She wanted me to kill her, and I'm glad I did.
She deserved it.
My heart burns with a silent raging fire, wishing I could bring her back to life again only so I can kill her again and again.
"Valoria." Azrael towers over me. He's closer than before, I realize. I've been too distracted to notice him drawing closer. "Let go." He whispers.
Let go?
