Theme 6 Soul
Looking down through the tree branches below him, he saw his target. A lady on horse back heading towards an unknown destination at full tilt. With her head covered he couldn't be certain if this was his target or not, since his orders were rather vague. ' Kill the messenger. The orders that he or she has will determine the battle for the next few weeks. We need you to kill them so those orders do not reach their destination.' Simple, and all that was needed for an assassin like himself.
Golden eyes narrowed to see that there was a small bundle attached to the horse's saddle with a bit of parchment hanging out. No doubt the orders that needed to be stopped. Without hesitating he took out a bow and arrow and headed towards a better vantage point.
Pulling the bow taut he aimed for the woman and let it go as soon as the target was clear of any obstructions. A small thwack could have been heard and it had spooked the horse, rearing and knocking the woman down. Stampeding off the young man would seek it out later, it was important to see that the woman was killed. It would be all for naught if she lived. Parchment can be burned but if the messenger memorized the message -like they should- they would still be able to send the message, either by themselves or some other method.
Getting closer the woman gasped for air. Not a killing shot, but a punctured lung was a slow death none the none the less. She turned over and looked up at her attacker with angered eyes. The young man's conviction melted.
"K…Kyo?" She looked at him bewildered," It…. It was you?" Swallowing hard he cursed himself. How could he be so stupid? Of course it would be her, the very person whom he loved but could never have. Torren. A princess and strong warrior. He had watched over her since she was just a child and watched her bloom into such a lovely young lady. If he had been mortal he would've spent the rest of his life with her. Fate, however, had something different in mind.
"You are to look after my daughter no matter what.." The letter had wrote. Kyo didn't mind selling his talents to get some extra income coming in. Anything to get away from the one who feigns himself as a father to the boy. The young demon had thought baby sitting would be an easy job, but the little reckless spirit parading as a girl made it difficult on all sides. From nearly falling into the river, to plummeting from a high tree top. All Kyo did was have a quick snooze, but even that was impossible for one so curious and rambunctious as Torren.
Kyo thought that with him being a demon it would've been easy to keep himself unseen. That proved more difficult than he imagined, having to show himself in moments of near death for the little girl. It would've been easier if he was able to tap into that dark magic of his , but the curse that held fast to it made it impossible. The dreams would return and the pain and suffering would continue.
Still little Torren had seemed so adorably carefree about seeing him. It made his heart swell to hear her giggle, and smile at him. Never before had anyone give him such a heart warming smile.
As she grew older however, her life became more and more threatened. So many times had Kyo been in a fight while the princess had quietly wandered through the woods. Or had to stand in front of her as a reckless, nothing-to-lose, soldier had rushed at her.
The times had grown even darker when war was on the edge and had made the careless, ambitious little girl into a hardened war torn young lady.
Much was lost. Trust was lost when Torren had become so dangerously close to Kyo that they had made love. Kyo had told her that he was paid to protect her, not that he wanted to. She had ordered him out, said that his contract was terminated and to never return.
Disheartened and nearly dead inside he had drunk himself into a stupor, hating himself, cursing the king and everything around him. Even if he could of lived with her, taken her away from all of this war, and death, her mortal years would be so short to his lengthy immortality.
So to keep his mind off of it he returned to the job he was good at. Killing. Never would he have thought that the first kill, after so many years, would be the one he called his lover.
"Oh gods…. Torren…..," He whispered feeling that the arrow had pierced his heart and not her lung. ".. You hold on… I'll….. I'll get someone to heal that…"
"Stop" she said firmly though weakly,"… You've done enough. " Cringing he took a step closer, knowing that in this state there was nothing she could do to him.
"Please….. Let me help you…..," he whispered pained and stretched a hand towards her. Glaring at him then the hand she smacked it away.
"You needed money?…… Had to take up another job so quickly? Who are you protecting this time? …..," She coughed. He stood there shot again in the heart.
"Please let me explain…..," He tried again stretching out his hand.
"Why?! I thought you cared… I thought you LOVED me… but all I was, was some tail on the side to a cushy job..," She coughed again. If he took out the arrow she would surely drown on her own blood.
Standing up on her own Torren continued to glare at him. "What could you possibly tell me Kyo?… What could you possibly tell me?"
"That I do love you…. That I would've taken you away from all of this… If I was mortal I would've lived my entire life with you happily……. And then some…," he explained calmly and coldly. Sighing he scratched his head and wondered what he could do now. Would he be able to get to a healer in time? Would pulling out the arrow just fill her lungs and drown her?
Shock had covered her face, feeling like she had been a fool in believing what she had, and not giving the man she loved the benefit of the doubt. Only he wasn't just any man, he was a demon male. Would their customs even allow such a thing? In either event Kyo didn't seem to care about it.
"We need to hurry and get you to a healer….," Kyo pressed seeing the blood stain her cloak and dress. Torren had coughed, coughing up a bit of blood. The blood already started to seep into the lung. If it was pulled she'd be done for.
" I was going to have a short life for you anyway……..," She whispered, a sad smile spreading across her face. " But you would've stayed with me as I grew older…….. While you barely aged at all….." Tears fell down her face. Kyo truly was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, but she never dreamed it would be like this. "Kyo…. I am such a fool…. Forgive me?"
Kyo could see a look in her eyes that made him go white as a sheet. " Of… of course…. Just… don't die okay?" He said pulling her close. She pulled out the arrow and collapsed in his arms.
"What are you doing?!" he roared," We could have gotten you to a healer or something! You don't have to die!"
Smiling as the blood filled her lungs she said," Listen…… Kyo….. Hate me for this…. But … I know that I cannot survive this.. A healer couldn't fix the wounds in time……. " Her words were becoming gargled but continued talking. " Know that I loved you even through my rage…." She couldn't say anything more the blood was too much and the coughing was incessant bringing up more and more blood.
It wasn't long until the convulsing from coughing stopped as she could no longer breath. Tears streamed down the demon's face having felt every bit of life slowly fade from her body. He roared as loud as he could having the animal in him reach his voice and the pain etch through out it.
No one would be as perfect for him as she was. No one would hold a candle. Demons loved many, but had only one soul mate. Torren was Kyo's and he had lost her…. Forever.
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