Chapter 35 DOWNFALL
NARRATIVE POINT OF VIEW
The winter sun is about to rise, it was peeking over the horizon blowing harsh winds along the nation. With bloodied clothes, Lawrence placed her down carefully. Ignoring the stinging pain caused by the encounter they met earlier, he eyed her with worry. Her distress was clear, as she had her hands frantically hovering around his wounds. It made him happy for a second, but he ought to remember the reason why they’re there.
The edge of Hizuru is a thousand-meter deep cliff. With pointed rocks erected down below, pushing someone by that bay will surely end anyone’s life with certainty. He eyed the woods behind her, they’re nearing and he have to act faster. “Agatha…” he called for her “are you hurt?”
Despite taking shots, he never ceased to think of her wellness. She shook her head, assuring him that she’s well but her weeping face couldn’t bear it any longer. “but you-“ she sobbed “y-you’re not okay!”
His lips formed in a curve along with the rising sun. He cupped her face and leaned closer, their eyes met, one with tranquil and the other with frenzy. “I will be okay…” he noted with assurance before giving in a warm kiss. Agatha took it willingly, not faltering as he feeds her with repose. He pulled away after doing so, burrowing the memories of her warm muzzle inside his mind.
“Agatha…” he called her in a sweeter tone this time, as he knows that it’ll be the last for a while. He placed his hand inside his coat, pulling out the small dagger out. Agatha gaped lightly. Everything that is happening is making her confused. He extended his hands, pulling hers and setting the sword to make her hold it.
He then pointed towards his heart “kill me”
“p-pardon?” she asked, showing her crazed state once more. She shook her head repeatedly as she held that sword weakly “n-no… no!” she yelled, but was quickly brought to a halt with his loving spell. He placed his hands above her shoulder “Agatha… the only way for me to save you is for you to have me killed”
“I c-can’t…no!” she yelled with panic-stricken tears. “Viscount no!”
He held her flushed cheeks “it’s Lawrence. I am not a Viscount anymore…” he said, shaking his head lightly. Agatha bit her lips. “Lawrence… I don’t want to kill you…”
He sighed but with a smile as he noticed how close his enemies are. He leaned closer and whispered something in her ear.
She froze upon hearing his command.
She lifted the sword and eyed him with unfathomable eagerness, piercing him fast with severity.
“Ha…” he whimpered as he feels the heat of the blade penetrated across his heart. He eyed her for the last time. She’s still crying. Perhaps it’s too much for her to bear. “good girl…” was the words that made her broke down. She bit her lips, pushing him over the edge as the enemies approach their location.
“Halt!” Ezekiel’s scream echoed loudly, extending his hands to block his army. In a matter of seconds, they surround them deadly.
Everyone was in shock, seeing the heir who they assumed was conspiring with the vampire killing him, was certainly enough to turn their assumptions back.
“Have fun ruling… I’ll see you soon” he blurted out as he took a step back, falling along the edge of the dark abyss and slowly getting engulfed by the flames of iniquity.
Agatha watches him in despondence as he descended below. Her world befits tranquil as it became quiet upon his plunge. She gaped a little, gritting her teeth tighter as she became marred with ruefulness.
Ezekiel quickly ran, stopping upon reaching the cliff to watch him die. He gaped, breathing heavily as he felt relieved. He slowly eyed the woman, who’s now wearing an indistinguishable frown. He was about to ask the question, but her crazed words made him stop “I p-pierced him in his h-heart”
Ezekiel furrowed his brows, assessing the turn of events as he faced her with commendation. Agatha had a look of gloom, any moment now, and she’d wail of self-loathe. He stopped her before doing so, stepping closer to amend of his presence “Lady….” He uttered, but she ignores. The tragic turn of events devoured her aching heart. She cannot believe what just happened.
Ezekiel gazed at her back. The army of the nation's yard came closer to look at her. Silenced with astonishment, standing before them is the missing heir, the queen of Bridgeton. “Agatha…was it?” Ezekiel asked, placing his hands above her shoulder to gather her bereaved attention.
She eyed him slowly, biting her lips with tears flowing of disparity. Ezekiel smiled, heaving uncontrollably as he meets the jade glow of the Queen firstly. He took a step back, allowing him to leave a space out. She watches him with a preoccupied mind.
He slowly kneeled, not breaking his stare away as he uttered, “We finally found you, Princess Coreen” he spoke with respect before bowing his head low for a hefty amount of time. She gulped, slowly moving to eye the men behind her. There they all stood. Surrounding her with appeased expression. A single tear fell down along with them as they kneeled and bow in unison.
Amidst the baffling mayhem, a white butterfly fleeted from the cliff.
She eyed it “So, this is the other choice…”
“All hail the founding Queen of Bridgeton!” Ezekiel yelled, repeated by the hundred armies. She was enlightened about his disclosing words.
