PROLOGUE
The blue orange blaze flared violently to the side,rendering the candle wax which once stood proudly on its black smitted hoist into pools of tear drops, it's shapeless loops imprinted on the faded grey wall.
Bloodied foot prints spewd across the floor alongside roots and herbs. The stench of blood combined with the musky scent of herbs tamed the air where large curtains danced shamelessly to the rhythm of the wind. There were splatters of ceramics, torn clothes,broken portraits, as well as roughly dished books with it's shelves dismantled beyond repair.
The bed sheets were mercilessly tinted from its original white mien into a helpless bloody work of art barely illuminated by the quivering blaze, the overall setting simply yearned for salvation.
Ragged breaths echoed across the room few steps into the cloakroom where the lean chiselled body of the first prince of Styx came into view, height towering beyond average, half his nudity Basking in the icy beams of the moon. His large rough fingers gripped hard onto the silvered sink, his body trembled not just from the cold air but from the melody stupefying his senses as with wide eyes he stared right back at his singing daughter.
Whilst his legs turned into jelly, he struggled to control his deteriorating stance, which became a hopeless fight.
The scars on his body were like maps with tangled destinations signatured by corrupted landmarks, his quivering lips intensified as his little girl sang with blood shedding down her cheeks, trapped within the mirror. A tear slipped down his right blue eye as his left eye was damaged due to the hideous scars covering half his body, his left dillated pupill remained motionless .
He was soaking in his own blood which gushed out from the cut on his wrist coupled with numerous bruises making him loose strength minutes upon minutes.
His damped blonde mane resting haggardly on his shoulders poorly covered his scarred pale skin.
Suddenly, he could his see his family caged in Flames, screams of his wife and daughter filled the room as the mirror confined them.
Papa!!! His child cried out..
“Le...Lena” he whispered helplessly
“Please Save us”!!
Lena!!!! He tried to touch them only to be block by the stillness of the mirror.
Save us! Save us ! Save us!
They shriek in pain. Their cries were like poisons to his soul, it tattood his every being with intense pain as he watched their flesh melt into larva.
The smell made his stomach churn followed by a spurt of vomit gushed straight from his guts, messing the floor even more with the slimy milky fluid.
Their hands stretched out towards him for help, as the hissing sound of burning flesh became all he could hear, amidst that , they still kept their hands out while the flame consumed them into ash......
Arrrrrrrrrrrghh!! His barled fist met with the mirror, eyes filled with rage, his slightly crooked nose flaring with each intake of air, which sent pieces of broken mirror flying into different directions. His knuckles bled without restraint yet his body was simply numb. He slowly slumped down on the cold floor with his cries resonating the entire palace.
The Banging of his doors and panicked cries of the servants were distant to his ears. In no time Phillip's voice boomed from behind his doors which he had secured by an old lock.
“Useless”! “All useless”! Phillip yelled
“Forgive us your highness”....the servants cried even more.
“Break the doors”!! He commanded.
“If any thing happens to my brother, just know I'll have your heads rolling in the gutter”! He roared.
“Mercy your highness”!
“Mercy”!!
The gaurds and servants begged as they fear for their lives. Everyone knew Phillip became crazy when it comes to his brother and he was very protective of him.
Suddenly, his hearing began to fade replaced by a sharp beeping sound, his lean figure shook violently on the floor. vomit mix with blood daubed his hair and skin.
spotted dots clogged his vision making him loose control to which he slowly gave in,untill he finally blacked out. His doors were forcefully burst open after much efforts where his indecency was quickly concealed by his brother's cloak.
