ZYVION

Zyvion.

Color of Blood.

Blood is such an odd thing. It hurts people, it makes them and it pains them. Blood is the reason of life and the penumbra of death. Blood is caged yet it has extraordinary brilliance for both life and death. Its amusing how a red liquid holds so much power.

Unfortunately, I was born with royal blood. And the worst part is I had no choice. The moment I opened my eyes in this cruel world I was told I was an Orlov and we were superior in blood, in family and in royalty.Unfortunately it is not in our power to decide our families. Only if we had a choice.

But nothing seems as it appears.

Being born an Orlov means becoming a monster. A sinister, ruthless monster who carries a stone instead of a heart, who carries hate in his blood instead of love and the one who burns anyone that comes close to me.

There is nothing that this world spared me in. I have seen everything this evil world has to offer but love still remains one of those things that I have never experienced and I would also make sure to keep it that way.

In the past 10 years of my life I have spent day and night on the battlefield. War is my pleasure. Thats the only thing I love.

Blood.

War.

Darkness.

Wars are my life and my life is war.

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In the pools of blood on the battlefield I stood the victor of the kingdom of Vincentrov. A mighty crown on my head, so heavy that it felt like I was carrying the weight of all the people I had killed and the reins of the power of the world in my hands, I rode across the rivers of blood. Bodies of my enemies drowning in their own death were presenting peace to my eyes as the sight of their crimson blood danced in my vision. But my eyes which were searching desperately for the trophies of this war, accepted none of the serenity presented to my eyes.

It did not please me.

''Where are the bodies of Veneto and his sons?'' My voice boomed through the bloody atmosphere of the aftermath of this war. ''Your majesty they are right there in the corner.'' As my commander pointed his blood rusted sword in a certain direction. I got off of my horse and my feet pierced through the sand that was robbed of its treasures by my sword.

My blood-thirsty eyes finally caught the glimpse of five bodies I so urgingly wanted to see.

William Cendric Veneto

Alfonzo Fredrick Veneto.

Ace Retellano Veneto.

Arnold Yuvez Veneto.

Alexander Edward Veneto.

The grotesque figures of my enemy and his sons laid on the blazing sand, their once royal armor now pieces of rags. There was no sight in this world that could please my eyes except for the bodies of those very men that raped and killed my sisters. The very men that deprived me of my god given birth right. My eyes caught the tarnished glimmer of the crown on William Veneto's head.

It does not belong to him anymore.

I swiftly drew my thirsty sword from the side of my armor as its effulgence in all its glory chanted the death of the people I most hated. The words 'Orlov' engraved on my sword begging to be fed the blood of my enemies.

I brought my sword to King William Veneto's forehead as the tip of my sword tore through his old skin. The metal of his crown collided with my sharp, bloody sword, the sound produced which was enough to please me for all my lifetime was music to my ears. With the force of my sword I freed the crown from his messy and sweaty hair.

''This crown is no longer yours William. Neither is your crown nor is your kingdom.''

I uttered with an evil smirk that formed on my lips. Now its time for my sword to quench its thirst. With one swift glide of my sword the head of William Veneto detached from his body as blood oozed from his slaughtered body. I laughed and mocked as I watched his blood ooze like a fountain. Today I have achieved my purpose to my late family and my dynasty. Today the man and his sons who brought hell to my family are now themselves burning in hell.

A killer always kills himself before killing others.

''Denrick have these bodies hanged in the center of the capital. Let everyone know their king killed. ''

''Yes your majesty''

''Where is Sebastian?''

''Your majesty, he went over to raid the Vincentrov territory as you ordered him to.''

The sound of horses combined with the cluttering of swords distracted my ears. I focused my vision to see Sebastian making his way towards us with the badge of soldiers. When he came closer I realized that it was not only him on the horse but a very young looking girl holding what looked like a four year old boy.

Who are they?

Sebastian got off his horse and bowed, then he said,

''Zyvion, on your orders the Palace of Vincentrov was raided and so were its cities. Allow me to present you the treasures of The Kingdom Of Vincentrov.''

Soldiers with shining armor came before us holding large keys of the palaces and forts we conquered and numerous massive chests of gold, that glimmered in the falling sunlight against my eyes.

''Your highness these are approximately 900 million gold coins that were-''

He didn't finish as the girl wearing her dusty blue dress yelled 'father!' As she let the little boy remain on the horse.

I watched her long blonde hair conquer my vision as they fluttered and danced with the wind. Her dress blew gently with the pace of her legs. I glanced at her face that was adorned with all the innocence of the world. Though she was at a distance I could tell she had the most appallingly bewitching blue eyes that drowned in glee. Her milky skin that could dissolve any man's heart and those soft pink lips like a petal of a delicate flower.

She was the shadow of true elegance.

She ran up to William's body as hugged it tightly.

''Who is she and that boy?'' I asked Sebastian.

''Princess Alexandra Rhanaera Veneto and that boy is her youngest brother, Prince Zephilious Santiago Veneto''

So she is his daughter....

''Tell me more''

''A seventeen year old, Princess of Vincentrov. Only daughter of William and his wife Queen Rhanaera. Lost her mother at birth and now her father and brothers at war. The only family she has left is her four year old brother Zephilious.''

''Didn't her mother die? So how come a four year old brother?'' I questioned.

''From another woman who shared the same fate as Queen Rhanaera.''

''She is an orphan.....very much like I was, myself.''

That describes the glee in her ocean blue eyes. She had been orphaned. By me. I decided to go near her to listen to her cries.

She heated her father's chest and clutched the blazing sand as she cried;

''Oh father, you said you would never leave me!... You promised me that you would return home!.....You did not keep your promise. You lied! You lied to me! What have they done to you father? They did not soare you in death father....They murdered the king of the world! They killed-''

I cut her words.

''Princess Alexandra''

She looked at me with those eyes....

Just in the moment the stone in my chest felt tingles.

Did she just make the stone in my chest skip a beat?

''You.... You are the barbaric king who snatched away my family from! God curse your kingdom and your sword!'' she growled in pain as she cursed me.

A huge crime she has committed.

I pulled out my sword from the side as blood still dripped from it. I placed the sword on her neck close to her vein. She just stared at my sword not being triggered by the fact that just a little force of my sword and she would die.

''Princess Alexandra, you are lucky you are a woman otherwise such a pretty face would sink in her own blood.'' I stated firmly ignoring the crazy rhythm of my heartbeat that pounded against my chest.

What is this woman doing to me?

She looked straight in my eyes and then said,

''How I wish I was not a woman in this moment....'' She choked on her words and then continued as she looked at her shoulder that was by that time covered in blood that dripped from my sword.

''This blood....is my father's right?'' The innocence in her eyes choked my inner demons. This girl is fucking messing with me. I held my head high trying to gain the lost control of my devil as I said,

''What if I told you that it was indeed your father's blood?''

A counter-question.

''Then you did nothing then stain a daughter's shoulder with her the red of the man she most loved'', A lone tear made its way across her face.

She held the blade of my sword as its sharpness cut through her hand. She stood up slowly from her father's body and then brought the blade of my sword on her chest. I could tell by looking in her eyes, she was numb from pain.

''For once abandon your law of not killing women and free me of this misery?''

Her words reverberated in my heart.

She was asking for death very much like I had many, many years ago...

I roughly pulled away my sword before she hurt herself more and then threw it across from my figure. I pulled out a red handkerchief from the back of my armor and grabbed her bleeding hand. I gently tied the red cloth around her injured hand finally sealing it with a tight knot making her hiss in the spot.

''There, your bleeding stopped and as for your question, my sword never kills women and children'' I proclaimed secretly admiring the innocence that converged on her face turning away from her as the effect she had on the stone in my chest was toxic.

''Its obvious you are a man of your word but i think that when you kill men and make their childeren and wives orphans and widows you may aswell kill them too because it would be better to die once than die everyday of their absence. You may have stopped my hand from bleeding.... I bear you my witness that you will never be able to stop my bleeding heart!'' Her sweet voice hugged my ears. Just as I turned around to answer her for the last time she collapsed on her figure. Before she could fall to the ground I rushed towards her and held her tightly in my arms.

My hands traced her beautiful face and then my fingers swam in the sensitiveness of her delicate pink lips. I looked at her more closely and admired her every feature. Her skin felt like silk against my hand, her thick long eyelashes were like curtains that held effulgent sapphires behind their veil, her hair in all its glory seemed like gold that was stained in the red of blood, yet it never tarnished the beauty of this angel. My hands found their way to her plump, full breasts as I longingly squeezed them ever so gently because deep down in my stone of a heart, I knew she was the most sensitive and delicate flower in my crestfallen garden that had been ruled over by cold winter and autumn, robbed of all its innocence. She was a Goddess in all her magnificence and I was afraid to touch her roughly, scared she might shatter like glass.

A tear escaped her eyes and unknowingly my thumb collected her river of sorrow. Somewhere deep in the stone in my chest I could feel it crack. Princess Alexandra has done something to me that is very dangerous.

The beating of my heart is dangerous.

Feeling bad for her is dangerous.

Letting her live is dangerous.

Under the blazing Sun, holding princess Alexandra in my arms I was witness of her bleeding heart and a man full of unanswered questions.

Princess Alexandra, I will get my answers and only you are the one who will answer them all.

Only you Alexandra.

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