Because wrapped up this way it was impossible to walk or have any use of your limbs for that matter.
Then, once positioned in front of the stairs that lead up to my throne, I made my way over to my brother, who had been laid on the floor like some wrapped up piece of meat. It was a sight that pained me to see, as his eyes were closed as if awaiting a swift death or trying not to think about the pain the āšipūtu cloak inflicted.
But a swift death would be one he knew I would be granting him, for I did not have it in me to make him suffer as I would have done to anyone else.
It was the least I could give him.
I walked with purpose towards my throne with Carn’reau a little way behind me. I positioned myself in front of my throne doing so now, so I could address my Kingdom. Of course, it was of little wonder that the entirety of the throne room was now full to the brim of my people all desperate to see the fall of the being who had ruled in my place for centuries.
I found myself growling at the sight, furious that these people were here to see the show and spectacle to be made of the fall of a ruler. Of course, had it been any other traitor, then I would have relished the sight, but considering who I was about to kill, well, it fucking sickened me. Yet, I tried to remember that no one knew that I was about to kill my brother other than Carn’reau. Meaning no one knew of the pain this would cause me.
I, therefore, had a brief moment to wonder what our own father would think when he found out what I had been forced to do. I shook away the doubts this thought caused me and instead focused my anger on the room. I knew I should have been using this moment as an opportunity to prove just what happens when my people betrayed their King. I knew I should have been following with my past sentiments in making an example out of a traitor.
But looking at him now, feeling the bile that wanted to rise up my throat and burn me from the inside out, well then, I knew I just couldn't do it. I couldn't make a spectacle out of his death. Which was why I looked up and let my demon loose, by roaring at every single one of them,
“GET OUT!”
I let the power roll out of me in a wave that pushed everyone back and soon had them running to save them from their Master’s wrath. Then the moment the room was emptied other than those of my guard, I released a deep and heavy sigh, breathing as though my chest would barely allow it. After this, I walked down the steps towards Carn’reau and once there, I ripped off the cloak that had the ability to steal power. Doing so now, knowing that I only had the time it took for him to heal to end his life. Because I couldn’t allow him to regain enough strength to create a portal to leave this place.
For time was not on my side, meaning I had no choice but to make this swift. Therefore, I pulled him up to his knees, ignoring the burnt incantations I could now see that marred his flesh, like scorched brands from a hot iron. I could even see them already starting to heal themselves, knowing I had to be quick. So, I allowed my armour to slither down my arm focusing all its energy into creating a weapon of death.
“Do you have anything to say, brother?” I wanted to give him his last words and the moment he spoke them, I nearly crumbled to my knees, for he looked up at me in that moment and said,
“I forgive you for what you are about to do, my brother in blood.” Then he lowered his head ready for his execution.
Ready for my hand of death.
“Very well, may your soul find peace, my brother in blood,” I whispered down to him before taking my stance to the side ready to sever his head, then I raised up my arm and without another word,
I swallowed painfully and let a single tear fall, at the same time,
So did my blade.
21
Timing is All Relative
In a split second the sight of my blade falling seemed to