Shadewood the sun's blood on my hands [M]

“I can’t risk that.” He would never forgive himself. She would never forgive him-

‘You nearly had to die, before she even forgave your last tresspass’ 

The voice was heavy, familiar, 
and seeming to near him despite residing in his head.

”I will not have you sick. You will not go through this too.” They meant to plead, but the sentence sounded near angry; demanding. But he wanted what was best for her. That was all he ever wanted, his undying duty to serve and protect her, his Empress, his heart. 
His sanity.

He took a step back, growing even more paranoid that being near her could somehow be contagious. “I can’t -“ he couldn’t leave her. She was pregnant with his children- 
his.

’She’s already whored out once. Who’s to say-“

His glacials struck fury, the world quaking as his defense was already rising against the faceless enemy. “You shut your goddamn mouth.” It was a snarled assault, his wandering gaze looking for some awful bastard who said such a claim. But it landed only her. This he closed the gems, once again, grimancing against the shudder that came for him.

’I can’t.’

A whine left his lips. What could he even do against something like this? There was no therapy, no medicine, no prayer, no witchdoctor, no fucking mantra- 
there was no god left to hear his prayer-
he had killed them all.