A Destiny
Shane BackGroud Part 2
At 08:10
13 June, 1865
the royal palace of the Encrases -
In a royal room there is a man with a crown on his head, he holds his head with his right hand clenched (Gaya gilgames), the man looks like he is waiting for something to come to him.
A few minutes later the door of the room was broken down by a man in a black robe wearing a black mask and plate armor on his chest.
"Did you bring good news?" ask the crowned man.
"It's a pity that Truaft, but I bring bad news to you" replied the robed man.
"What news did you bring the Herald?" ask Truaft.
"Aldebara'an de Truaft, a king with a foolish brain who loves the lovers of his people..."
"what exactly do you want to say..."
"No, can't you just shut up for a second?"
"..."
"Nice Truaft, you think this is bad news but for me it's very good news..."
"..."
"Hoo do you want to hear it?"
"Don't joke, tell me!"
"Ahehe, the letter you sent yesterday was burned to the ground by that woman."
"No way..."
"He already has suamiloh... Do you want him to."
"Don't joke!, all the lives and forms of creation in this region are mine, I'm free to use them as I please!" answer Truaft.
"Whatever you say, Your Majesty the Rat King..."
"are you tired of hi-"
"sorry I'm not afraid of you. Your power, strength, wealth will have no effect on me, I work under you just for fun."
"Hoh..why is that right?, what if I call all the palace guards here to kill you, are you still not afraid of me."
"if any one world were to surround me and if the only kings in this world were you, then I would be ********the cruelest in the world."
"What if it's going to happen." truaft smiled cunningly.
"I'm gonna go after your cursed tongue..."
The Herald took five boxes from outside the room and placed them in front of Truaft.
"What is that..."
"Gift for you, your majesty" replied the Herald as he arranged the boxes.
" what exactly is it, why does it smell like rotten fish?"
"All right, let me go first, don't forget to open it... Your honor.."
The Herald left the room while preparing the pointy dagger inside his sleeve.
"Guard!"
"Yes, your honor." replied one of the guards.
"Open those boxes." Truaft pointed to the five boxes.
"Yes-his majesty... This.." the guard petrified when he saw the contents of the box.
Blood poured from the boxes, the guard who was not strong saw him immediately ran out of the room while holding back nausea.
"What is this..." Truaft walked over.
The closer he gets the more he feels Was-was with all five boxes.
Bruaak!
Truaft kicked the box down.
"Well... Huh... Ju..ju.li?" Truaft.
The box fell and opened, a human head out of the box followed with blood splattered out from the direction of the box.
The head belonged to July the daughter of Truaft.
"Yes!" Truaft opened the other boxes.
The four boxes contain parts of the body of July that are cut in such a way, one box containing two hands, one large box containing the body of July, another box containing the legs of july.
Truaft opened the last box of medium-sized yellowish color, he found a letter bathed in blood with human fingers beside it.
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**Truaft read the letter, the content of the letter is :
YOU MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT DAY, THE DAY YOU KILLED MY CHILDREN, NOW HOW ABOUT I REPAY YOU WITH THE SAME THING, AND THEN YOU DON'T NEED THEM ANYMORE....
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"Damn you! Herald!!"
"What's your highness!?" A guard came from behind the door.
"Hurry up and find the Herald, and kill him!"
"Well, your honor." the guard ran out while enduring the nausea.
"Yes!!" Truaft cried while hugging his daughter's head.
A few minutes later..
"Your highness!!, your highness the queen..." The guards came suddenly.
The guard told him the bad news that really broke Truaft's heart and broke instantly.
Truaft ran to his wife's private room.
Once there, Truaft saw his wife's body lying stiff with her head turned back and her fingers missing somewhere.
"why... Isn't he innocent... The herald!"
The mood of the truaft is changing endlessly from feeling guilty, angry to sad.
Truaft Mengis loudly hugging his wife's body.
The other...
"Now I have become a filthy man" said the herald as he walked out of the royal palace.
Looking red and dark the walls of the royal palace, the wall had been covered in the blood of innocents who died from the vengeance of an individual.
The person who used to cry in the heavy rain, was now turned into a cold-blooded monster that often claimed one's life indiscriminately.
- Connect -
Note Author: This Herald is the same as the Herald bar owner who helped Hassan in the town of Encrases.
