“Revenge is a poison, coursing through my veins. Forcing my hand, for all their cries of pain. Anger’s controlling me, filling me with hate. Nothing can stop this rage I feel, now all that’s left is fate.”
That song was stuck in my head for the last sixteen years, but now it’s so… quiet. All this time, I’ve been struggling to grow stronger, get bigger, hone my skills, prepare myself. Yet it all ended so anticlimactically.
No, perhaps a massacre of that scale was simply too grand, compared to what I had been expecting. Maybe the real reason I feel so empty and hollow, is because I didn’t kill them through my own power?
I could have chosen a different path. I had the opportunity to decide how the battle would play out. They gave me that chance… But I couldn’t go through with it in the end. I didn’t expect there to be so many innocents there. It wasn’t their decision to be born into that kind of environment. Most of them hated it there anyway. Many were treated just as badly as the slaves.
If I would have told them to just burn the village to the ground, or if I had allowed them to implement an even more vicious strategy, I would have never been able to forgive myself. Now, at least I can look my mother in the eyes and say “Those Rusty Saber Bastards are finally dead.” Without having to include, “But I needed to murder over a thousand people to seek our vengeance.”
I’m really looking forward to that conversation… But I’m a little stuck right now.
“Umm, Cousins, can you hear me? I’m not sure how to make this-ah, there you are!”
Catherine’s, no, Yuri’s face appeared in front of me. It’s some sort of magical spell where a pane of glass materializes, then images are projected onto it… Maybe, I don’t really understand how it works. I’ve just heard the two of them trying to explain it a few times.
“Henry, have you completed your task?”
I’m not sure why, but Yuri really scares me. I have no idea how she can keep her voice from having any emotion like that… She does smirk sometimes though. Like when she almost raped me.
I cleared my throat and explained “Yes, around five hundred of the survivors are willing to stay here. The rest either died or ran off on their own. I umm, I had to kill a few of the women in self-defense… It seems to have had a good effect on the rest of them, because no one has tried to openly murder me since then. I don’t really trust that they’ll keep up the good behavior in the future though. If I had to guess, there are at least fifty of them who will try to sabotage whatever it is that you’re planning.”
Ah, she smirked slightly, that’s not a good sign.
“You’ve done well. We’ll leave them to their own devices for now. If they attempt to cause too much mischief, it is a simple matter for me to ‘discipline’ them appropriately. The stairway should be mostly repaired, so meet me in my bedroom. I need to administer your ‘treatment’. I’m concerned that you may have hurt yourself from exercising so strenuously earlier.”
I know it’s wrong. We aren’t married and we’re related by blood, but for some strange reason… I’m really looking forward to her ‘treatment’. Ow, my balls really do hurt though. I think I pulled something… No, maybe I pulled a lot of things.