@Lord Zee @Ace of flames01The guards parted slightly as the silhouette of someone from the side approached, soon showing itself to be the fearless one from earlier.
"You disgust me, phantom. I have no other words for you other then this; Take back your sword and leave, I have to go protect my people from your brothers, or did you fail to notice that with your coming more people are dying?"Kelvin stared down his blade, partly wondering if it was possible to be killed by it, while also noting that the other could touch it, and therefore him. Kelvin could see himself reflected in this man, and it saddened him. He caught the sword, sheathing it before turning to find the King of Light directly before him.
"Is that all? Your story; I have heard it more than a thousand times over. But you forget a crucial detail each time you tell this story. It takes two to make an agreement." The ancient stepped forward, his force of presence far more powerful than any light magic. His words burned much worse than even that however. Kelvin stepped back, bowing slightly as the king continued.
Greedy,
Selfish,
Arrogant, each word another death, a weight on his back. The ruler finished, and Kelvin bowed further. His voice came quietly, but sincerely.
“It is as you say, my King.” Kelvin sighed deeply,
“As you command, I shall obey.”The phantom slowly turned, making his way slowly towards the doors. He heard the words the king spoke to the Lucius, and as Kelvin passed the man he paused for a moment, raising his head. He spoke in an undertone, but his words came steady and tinged with sadness.
“Son of the Morning, weigh your heart.” His head turned, gazing at the other with pity.
“All mortals must choose their death. Die for your heart, or die alone, but in peace.” He continued to the doors, pausing just once more before passing through them.
“The choice is yours, my brother. Just know that in a thousand years, I have not regretted that last decision.”The ghost walked slowly through the halls of the castle, gazing with melancholy fondness at the stained glass windows and high columns. This had been his home, but it may be true that he no longer deserved it.
“Thank you.” The words echoed in empty air, but that was enough. Kelvin left the castle of light, passed the bloodied corpses, and walked slowly down the way he came.