THE VILLAIN'S LOVE GROWS FOR HIM.

CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT:DISCLOSER.

But..

The boy was so likeable to him. He could see flashes of two people in the boy called Anwyll.
It then became hard for him to hate him.

"Come with me."

"This is the last time I am asking you to come with me."

"Why are you protecting this world?"

"Come with me."

"The next time I see you I will not hesitate to kill you."

The boy declined his hand each and everytime. His determination was strong. That was when he realised that although this boy had some traits similar to them Anwyll also had his own unique character.

Shand could feel his body move against his will.

"DIIIEEEEEEE!"

The small villain charged forward, with a poisoned sword in his hand he thrusted the blade forward aiming for that bastard prince's lover.
This was going to be his revenge. His revenge against that asshole Zarad.

Stab!

KHUWECK.

Blood spattered from the place where the sword pierced into the human skin.

The small villain widened his eyes with shock. He was in disbelief.

"Cough. Cough." He coughed out a mouthful of blood. His enitre mouth to his jaw and his neck was covered in blood.
Taking shallow breathes he let out a loud laugh, as if he had gone mad.
"Hahahaha....hahahaha......you fucking idiot."

Only he knew he was cursing at himself.

Shand's reflexive action got itself ahead of him. Before he could barely realise he had already switched positions with Hitomu, shielding him from what was coming at him. Falling backwards he pushed the boy away from him. His legs stumbled....while he backed away.

"Ma...ster...." The small villain uttered with trembling lips, his eyes were still in disbelief.
"KHUWECK....." The next movement he felt a sword stabbed into his body. The blade twisted inside him then it slit through his abdomen, slicing him into two pieces. The sharp glint of the sword did not stop there. It glided up to his head, decapitating his head from his slitted body with a single strike.

Just like that the insignificant small villain was executed by his nemesis, the blue haired first prince.

His body trembled as he hugged his lover, pulling himself closer to himself. He was in a state of shock. The dreadful thing he almost witnessed unfold could have....it could have....
"Hitomu.... Hah. Hitomu....hah." Zarad was panting heavily, his breathe shallow, coming into fragments.

Hitomu was alarmed to see Zarad's traumatized condition.
He attempted to turn back to face his lover but Zarad was gripping him tightly, and there was no room for movement. So instead he hugged him back, pulling his head closer to his face.
"I am here." He kept repeating himself to his trembling lover. "Zarad, I am here. I am here." Stroking his hair with his fingers he continued to calm him down.

Shand stared at the scene before him.

"So familiar." He murmured to himself. "Really why did I protect you when you could easily thwart that attack off on your own. How silly of me....cough. Cough." Blood drip down from his mouth to his neck, soaking his front garment red with its colour. Yet his eyes were fixated on the two people hugging each other, the scene playing out similar yet the endings they got were so differing.

Hah! Huff. I guess this is it for me.

He stumbled back, step after step. He gazed down at the cliff that would curtain his life this time.
When he shifted his eyes upfront, Anwyll was looking at him. Beside him, Zarad was also looking at him, his eyes bloodshot with anger.

"Ah. Ah. Look at you Anwyll. How can I bring myself to hate you when you are like that." He clicked his tongue, his eyes softening slightly.

A flashback from his memory replayed in his mind.

A smile graced his lips as he flashed a soft, friendly smile towards Anwyll and Zarad.

"It was nice meeting you Anwyll. Hehe." He smiled, a childish grin decorating his bloodied face.
"Never thought my blood runs thick through your soul. I guess you really are my son."

He closed his eyes, not wanting to see his son's reaction to this sudden disclosure. He threw himself down the cliff.
His body was wounded beyond saving. His internal body was on the verge of collapsing. There was no chance of him surviving after falling from this height.
Was this death worth it? He wondered to himself.

He recalled the scene locked deep inside his memories. 

"He is cute." He rubbed the soft, squishy palm of the baby in his arm. The skin of the baby's hand was soft like melting cream. The infant was sleeping soundly. His son was so cute, it made him fall in love with him. The baby, it was his. He had his blood running through him.
"Anwyll. Let's name him Anwyll."

Diego smiled at him, his eyes gleaming with happiness. "Yes sure, Adrian."

That fucking asshole Diego raised him right.

The final chapter of his life has come. Never thought he would choose this ending for himself.

The darkness entangled itself all over his body, enclosing him closer to itself.