Rune, famously known as the invincible ’God of the Underworld’, glanced down at the knife protruding from his chest with wide eyes. How could he have been caught off guard? But then he looked up, and saw that the one who had done the deed was none other than his best friend, his most loyal follower.
”I’m really, really sorry,” Zeke murmured, his hands trembling around the hilt of the blade. ”But if I don't do this, then who knows what Cereus would do when he and his gang catch you.”
Rune staggered back and fell as Zeke released him, clutching the hilt of the knife. He could himself slipping away from consciousness, barely holding on. The corner of his mouth turned up slowly, as he realized what this was all about. He laughed, despite the pain that shot through his body treacherously. What was this? What was this feeling inside him? Regret? Guilt? He was only at the mere age of twenty-one, there were so many things he hasn't done yet...
Cereus. It's all that b*stard’s fault. He’s always making problems for them, even till the end.
Rune stopped laughing and let his body sag against the wall that held him up. But if it weren't for the fact that he was ambitious, if he weren't so power-hungry and desperate to make himself known, then they wouldn't have made so many enemies in the first place.
Slowly, his eyes closed and his head dropped, the last of his energy drawing away.
It was already too late to change anything now...