Angrily, Roman lifts his head and sniffs. His mouth slightly opens. The woman from the Royal Guard is motionless on the ground. Wind rustles his short oak wood dark hair. The right side of his skull is short-shaved. In the faint moonlight, his monolith brown eyes appear to emit light. Hate squatted next to her. A sharp breeze whips through his short dark hair. His deep eyes are filled with rage. "Come on, Roman! "Your sister needs you," an older guy screams, tapping Roman on the shoulder. The city is destroyed. The corpses of the city guards turn against us as though possessed by an evil power! "Run," Roman says, nodding. "I'm right there with your father. I need to locate Sofia." "Sofia has already fled the city with Marcus," his father murmurs. Roman lets out an inaudible growl between his teeth. Marcus... he got what he wanted over and over. He got what Roman wanted, to put it another way. Money, a large mansion, an honorable title, and now... his girl as well! "We'll show what this good-for-nothing can do," Roman says, gripping his sword tighter. "I will be right behind you, father, run," says the young man. His father hesitates before following Roman, his younger sibling. His deep coconut-brown eyes are filled with jealousy as he bites his slim lip. Hate steadily rises. He notices Roman approaching him out of the corner of his eye. Roman attacks him with an uppercut, which Hate easily blocks. Hate laughs and slaps him across the midriff. As Roman tries to disarm Hate, the two engage in a furious fistfight. He successfully pushes Hate to his back. He lifts his sword swiftly, but Hate is faster. He trusts his knife into Roman's upper shoulder. The knight falls near Roman after Roman kicks him between his legs. Hate rolls away, kicking Roman repeatedly against his nasal bone. He steps back and picks Roman up. He makes him drink his blood, much like Alvaradis, and then swallows his victim's priceless blood. He pats the boy his shoulder gently. "See you soon... Jealousy."
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𝕳𝖆𝖙𝖊 ⚜️𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊
Fantasy**THE FIRST BOOK** Once upon a time... That is how all fairytales start. However, this is not a fairy tale. This is not a tale of a fancy princess nor of a handsome prince on a white horse. This is his story. The story of Hate... Our beautiful land...