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The Final Ideal [Closed] - MrPoopyButtHole - 06-11-2015
There was a nothingness inside of him. Growing in place where his heart and soul should be. Drifting through this barren place is what he deserved...his punishment. Just as things were getting better a small seed of doubt was planted in his mind. Or had it always been there? Waiting for the proper nutrition to grow and entangle itself throughout his core till it choked him of his beliefs and ideals.
It was his fault that the seed was there to begin with. How and why was it so hard to believe the woman he loved? The woman he shared his story and life with. The woman adored and cherished above all others. We're the vines of doubt so long and eve reaching that it began to choke away his love for her?
The logical side of him which he so proudly talked about was no where to be seen. Struck down and brought to his knees by the word of a man he hated. The words of a man who was a Garlean.
The hatred begin to build in his stomach and chest...the thought of Evaleigh sleeping with this man...having romantic feelings for him. It made him sick with hatred for not only Halt but.....her. Never had he felt such a way for her. Even with Kale, he could not bring himself to hate the woman he loved.
It still felt like floating when his eyes opened widely staring at the ceiling above. A place they called their bed. But the taste of hatred and envy filled his senses knowing that she had brought him here. The Garlean was in his house perhaps his bed. Visions of Evaleigh laying on her back as he took her over and over again....her moaning and rubbing her hands over his markings.
He felt so sluggish and tired but he pushed himself up from his deep slumber. Kitchen...that's where she kept the knives.
As he rose from the battle he staggered towards the kitchen, tripping and falling over his own feet. The stairs were so difficult. Before he knew it he was standing over his sleeping partner, his wife, his love....
Former love. She used his heart as if it were nothing but one of her former customers. There she slept so innocently without a care in the world. She broke his heart...she ruined him in so many ways. He hadn't lost track of the words -she- did!
Pyralis Cevas raised his knife in the air aiming for the heart of his sleeping beauty. But he just couldn't do it....he couldn't bring himself to harm her no matter how much it hurt.
"You can do it, my child. Let me help you." Celeste placed her hand on top of his that was holding the knife, "This is a mercy killing for her....she'll always hurt you and you'll always doubt her loyalty. She is still that whore Rhianna trained."
Pyralis felt his heart sink at the words...pulling on the strings he hated to think about. The knife came down slowly no matter how he tried to resist it.
She was defenseless...helpless....this wasn't him. This wasn't right. They had incredible happy moments together. He knew they loves each other. This was the woman he loved with his very being.
Another hand clenched his right hand which was badly damaged, "Your mother is right son....you can do better. You can end her tyranny. With her gone...Rhianna fades away as well." Desmarius spoke to him....his uncle...the master.
The sheets came off to expose her naked frame...breasts immaculate as he remembered. The knife came down quickly.....he couldn't stop it. Twelve forgive him. It pierced the flesh, she didn't make a noise, and black blood poured from her chest with his humanity joining her.