Chapter 190: The Red-Dyed Star

Chapter 190: The Red-Dyed Star

Chapter 190

The Red-Dyed Star

It began to rain. Though it hadnt rained in weeks, the skies above suddenly ashened and the thick rain began to pelt the world beneath. Thunder, too, joined soon after--as though through the will of the world, a desperate attempt to hide what was happening. To mask it. To retire numerous souls with at least a shred of dignity. But it was not enough.

The screams of agony, horror, terror, and pure madness were louder than the booms of thunder. The beyond-red sea shimmered beneath the rain, turning it crimson in the process, too. The corpses were mired in mud, indistinguishable one from another, hills appearing like burial mounds.

The night fell quickly, shrouding the sight in stark darkness, for neither the mortal nor immortal were fit to bear witness. Valen and others have long since turned away and hid, closed their eyes and ears and swayed like rocked babes. The only one who stayed behind was Asha, hidden in the clouds of obscurity, her eyes glazed with complex emotion.

Perched on her shoulder was a crow, still like time. The pair watched without looking away, watched at something that would leave a scar even when the time would be unwound. Moments like these remain etched in the sands of time, a permanent wound that would fester for all eternity.

He is death, dearest one, the crow said.

... he is, Asha replied somberly. You see it too? The Mark.

Yes. Mother had the same Mark.

She did. Hers was darker still.

Though Death he is, the Reaper he is not, dear doe, the crow said. He is a Man still, after all.

...

Do you have doubts?

I do, Asha nodded faintly. I worry. I worry we made him into something he never wanted to be.

Few ever wish they were Death, dear doe. And those who do are not worth the Mark. He had made the choice.

... he did, Asha sighed. And yet... why... why does it break my heart, seeing him like this? she glanced to the side and at the crow. Just like when Mother marked you.

You love him, the crow said as it suddenly flew to the top of Ashas head. And the Mark bleeds the heart. But, dearest doe, he is not like me. Or even Mother. My heart bled cold eventually, for the Mark chills. But... he has more than one heart. That is why he resists, still. Time erodes all, and there had never been a man or a woman who resisted the temptation of nothingness for as long as he did.

That is why it hurts as much as it does, Asha said. He feels it, still. All of this.

Then be there for him, when the winds cool and the blood dries.

... the crow vanished in the whiff of ash and wind, disappearing as though it were never there. Just then, the last scream seemed to echo--and the stillness abruptly took over.

She saw him, in the distance, beyond the cover of darkness and night and corpses. His back seemed so... small. The ones that used to shoulder the weight of the heavens now looked incomparably small, hunched. He rested on the sword embedded in the ground, his skin wholly crimson with blood.

She walked over, with him only realizing she was there when she stopped in front of him. The look in his eyes was haunting, barely lucid. He was breathing heavily, his face dripping with fresh blood still.

... thank the gods youll forget this shit, he said as he straightened up, wiping the blood from his forehead and moving away the hair that had glued itself there. Kinda nuts you aint screeching right about now.

Im screeching inside, she smiled faintly, summoning a bottle of water and washing his face.

Sure look it, Sylas said, stretching as he dropped the sword.

How many times have you died? she asked.

Eleven? Maybe? Sylas replied. It became a bit of a blur halfway through, to be honest. I still have two hearts left, so I was never in any real danger.

Yes, yes, you are quite heroic. One man against an entire army. The songs will be sang.

Are you saying Im not normal?

Are you saying you are?

Well, that just breaks my heart, she said, grabbing his hand. Are you going to be alright? she questioned.

Yeah, he said. It wont be the first time.

The two walked back through the darkness and the piles of corpses, reaching the encampment some ten minutes later. There, as he suspected, he saw everyone staring at him--eyes transfixed in hundreds of emotions, more than a heart could count. Some were shivering, some were looking down, some where seething... a thousand lips held a thousand words.

... man, thank the gods I dont have to fart right now, Sylas said, unhooking his hand from Ashas and pulling back the hair that had started to fall down once again. Alright, you lot. Out with it. Dont pepper your lips with cowardice, now. Who here thinks Im a devil or whatever can step out and stab me a couple of times. Ill bleed, like all men do. But yes, I wont die. Does that make a devil? I dont fuckin know. Maybe? Also, the few of you that look like youre about to start worshiping my ass, just remember that it was me who took that shitter that caused half of you chumps to heave and gag. So, out with it.

... you look like youd make a good lumberjack, Derrek said suddenly, his words causing most people to nearly topple and fall. While it looked like quite a few wanted to laugh, they held it back in while Sylas looked strangely at the man. He knew that the one-armed knight wanted to dissipate the heavy atmosphere... but he wasnt quite good at it.

Why? cause I can split people in one move, so Id be able to split logs even cleaner?

Yes, pretty much.

Well, its true, Sylas said. Ive all the qualities of a good lumberjack--a magnificent beard, a body to match, and the gruff countenance that has delusional women believing its peak manhood. You know what I dont have?

What?

A fuckin ax, ironically.

Pfft...

Let me ask you something, he said suddenly, his voice turning emotionless. Are you happy?

...

If you had gone out to fight as you were, you would have died.

...

Im not blind. None of us are, deep down. Theres glee in you. Horror and hatred and woe and damnation, too. But glee is present. Life is precious, after all. But... are you happy with this?

...

You witnessed a man kill an army. And you beset the sins that should have been yours on me. Are you fine with that? cause, if you are, Ill kick all of you fuckers back north and put the Prince on my back and march to the capital on my own.

What he means, Asha pelted the back of his head gently. Is that hes terribly ashamed of what he had done and wants to share some of the burden next time.

What? No, thats not at all what Im saying!

Shut up and be helped, you idiot!

All else notwithstanding, Valen suddenly spoke up, smiling faintly. You are not a devil, Sylas. You never were. You are just like my Father--someone who cannot be quantified by normal means. You are right. We quivered and chanced a thought of easy victory. And you delivered it--and our hearts now reel in a contradiction. Quite an expensive price to pay for a lesson that could have been taught in words, no? the Prince added with an arched brow.

Ah, yes. Words. A mighty thing. Too bad you lot are all stupid. No offense--so I am. Otherwise, I would have find a way to get through to you.

No, no, Asha said. Im pretty sure its just you whos stupid.

Fine, fine. I shall bear the burden of stupidity! Ah. Right. Charmin words wont fix it, so, to the few of you who are planning on stabbing a dagger through my throat when Im sleeping... think twice. Two hundred thousand men just stabbed thousands of times... and I still stand, his words, though spoken casually, chilled the world--they had forgotten, however momentarily, the reality that they had witnessed. So, unless that dagger was pissed on by the gods and blessed, Id keep the righteous vitriol to myself. Alas, the time for speeches is over. Find a few brave folk with good stomachs to go and retrieve what can be reused. Im gonna go and take a nap.

Silence followed him into the darkness, though the tall shoulders shrunk ever so slightly under the countless eyes. And yet, a smile whispered softly on his lips--for he found it, deep in his heart. Though it was for but a flash... he felt it--guilt. He was a human still, his broken mind be damned.