Bonesplinter Ravine [M] Viva La Vida

Disgust, anger, hate—each emotion struck like a hammer blow, a relentless pounding that drove Machiavelli’s every movement, his every breath. His instincts screamed for him to continue, to tear and rend until Herod was reduced to something unrecognizable, something unworthy even of a burial. His mother had never received that honor, nor had Juno. Why should he?

But then—Eset. They needed to leave. She didn’t deserve to share his fate, to be swallowed in the aftermath of his wrath. The thought stilled him, cut through the haze with a clarity he hadn’t expected.

A long, tense moment passed before he finally unclenched his jaws, pulling away from Herod’s slackened form, not truly believing, not truly trusting.

When he turned to face the Hebsut, his vision blurred, though not merely from the blood loss. His cheeks were wet, eyes red-rimmed and glassy, unaware of when the tears had begun to fall.

A voice, barely more than a whisper, fractured and raw: I didn't think you were coming.




Thank you.