Chapter 38: Praying Blood (3)
They were the ones who turned my world upside down, who killed my brother Ren and sought to destroy us all. It’s because of them that I’m forced to live in this hellish world, that I must wear this mask of a disguise to survive.
But no more.
I grip his head, pressing my thumbs into his eyes. He doesn’t scream. He’s already dead. His live is gone, mixing with the crimson river that courses through my veins. The red that is mine.
I sit back for a moment, savoring the power. The feeling that I can end someone’s life. That, for once, I’m in control.
The Red, the ones who have been oppressed, the ones who’ve been subjugated for so long—we can rule. I can feel it. I’ll change this world. One step at a time, one death at a time. I’ll be the one to turn the tables. We’ll take back what’s ours.
But it’s not enough.
I need to see them suffer more.
I look to the second blue, still gasping for air, his hands clutching at his throat, but his gaze locked on me—his eyes wide with terror. I step forward, placing my hands over his eyes.
“Rest.”