Behind The Terrifying Darkness

A fishy smell wafted around the place. Men, old people, even innocent children lay motionless with cold body temperatures.

A man stood indifferently around where the bodies were scattered. Holding the sword that was still stained with blood, he headed for a place that was not affected by a single drop of red stain that adorned his surroundings.

He knelt down to caress the pale cheek of a girl hidden behind the shield he had created. He took off the fluttering black cloth he was wearing and gently draped the robe that had been stained with warmth over the girl.

"You see."

"They died because of you."

"You should never have run away from me."

"Let's go back Rosalia." whispered the young man softly among the gusts of the night wind that choked.