Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Chapter 235: Tainted

Rezar could tell that even with all of the bullshit, these siblings cared a lot about each other, he wouldn't say they loved each other as that word and emotion was as foreign to him as the aliens that now roam all of Elysium. But obviously there was a powerful bone between them, which was why Rezar expected the giant pumpkin to jump in front of his strike and attempt to save the life of his sister. He wasn't wrong in that assumption, not one bit, but he still had no intention of slowing down. They both had to be put down, he didn't know what others might think, but giving them release from this life, and a chance to move on to the next peacefully and without remembering any of the horrors they've experienced here was a favor they would never be able to pay him back for. But he owed them for his negligence, so he will kill them as an apology.

*Bang! *

There were no screams when both blades of Vita Gratia, swing from their chains, slashed the giant pumpkin in half. Its defense was bad enough, and Samira and her fellow daughters of the eclipse had done significant damage to it. Rezar was able to split the pumpkin in half, with flames leaking out from the split. The giant monster took a step back, and then another. And then from ever hole in its body, even the carved out mouth, eyes and nose, a conflagration of flames shot out, painting the gloomy sky with a hue of red and orange that looked really beautiful. Rezar had to admit that this was probably one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen in his life, truly as they say... death can be a beautiful thing. But then again nobody says that, so that phrase would be called into question by many.

The pumpkin began to turn grey, rapidly rotting as its black roots shriveled up and embers within its form seemed to slowly die out. And then its body began to break away, the grey seemingly turning to ash that was blown away by a soft breeze, taking what was left of the pumpkin from here on to the next life. It was such a melancholic sight, and it was deep and impactful. But regardless of what he was feeling it wouldn't compare to what his sister was feeling.

She was unable to shit her gaze as the pumpkin turned grey and faded away, and then all that was left behind was a black heart floating in the air. It beat once, twice, then thrice. And then it stopped, and it too became ash that floated away with the wind.

"Arrghhhhhhhh!! Noooo!!! Noooo!!! Brother! I'll kill you REZAR DEATHWIND!"

Rezar could nit claim to understand the pain she was currently feeling, there was a darkness in her eyes that he didn't understand. And that wasn't no fault of his, if you can't feel love, then there's no way you can feel pain, true pain. The kind of pain that could break a man and cause him to curse the world, cause him to just like this sister in front of Rezar, to damn the world in other to save the person you loved the most or deal with the pain in your heart regardless of the consequences or whatever sin you might have to commit in other to do so. Rezar couldn't understand pain, but seeing this woman in front of him, with her anger and her murderous look and complete lack of self-control, Rezar hoped he never gets to feel love and that truly that emotion was completely missing from him for all of his life.

She bounded across the ground, leaping in much the same manner a deer would when it's trying to evade a hunter, Rezar didn't move as he let her slam into his body, her jaws heading for his throat as his body skidded backwards, his feet digging trenches into the farm. Samira and her comrades were still, their hearts calm as they watched their king hug the monstrous woman. She moved a bit, before the sounds of her silent wailing reached them, and Rezar held her still, even as her teeth were still latched on to his throat. Her form began to change, receding back into the normal humanoid form that she had, with not even a single sign of the hideous monster left behind.

Rezar took a step back, his face impassive and monotonous as he looked at the woman and her glistening eyes filled with tears. He shook his head as he looked at her, he felt that there was so much he had to say to her, but he just couldn't find the right words. But then again what could he say, which words would come out of his mouth to make this situation right. There was nothing. And frankly speaking Rezar had too much going on than to let this situation and scenario weight him down, so in the end all he could saw was.

"Sorry."

And then he pulled back Vita Gratia which had been stabbed deep into her body and out her back. There was a spurt of blood that landed on his face, but considering how foul smelling her blood was, Rezar regretted his actions immediately. But he kept his cool, this woman was tainted, everything about her just seemed so wrong, and in the end her actions had stained even the blood in her body. And so he stood there watching as she slid to the ground, the lights in her eyes gradually growing dim as the cabbage patches and vines seemed to stretch themselves forward to embrace her.

Rezar reckoned it was just an illusion, but who knows. For every choice made, there's an advantage or a gain, but ultimately there are always consequences. It's hard to tell what the right choice to make might be, the only thing you can really do about it is live your best life and roll with the punches.

At the very least be true to your responsibilities, and that's the lesson Rezar had just learnt. It was time for him to stop behaving like a child, and start behaving like a king. Because frankly speaking this entire situation with the orcs and now these siblings is a recipe for Morte Bianca's destruction. After all,' A Kingdom Divided against itself will not stand should it ever fall, and if it should fall. It would be by its own hands.