Rated: T

Note: Based on the boss conversation between Cormag and Valter (Eirika's route).

Completed: Two in the morning, according to my clock.

Comment: I must say, the amount of work that goes over the topics of insanity and blood is highly disturbing, even for myself. I worry.

Bleed

By AngelSyn

He sensed it before he even had any vague physical indication, whether by rumour or observation.

He had experienced it many times before, which was not surprising for a veteran soldier, and perhaps it was because of so much exposure to it, that he could identify the feeling immediately.

It was the sense of someone's life leaving the flesh that grounded them to the mortal world. It was when someone's eyes widened and the solidity of the colour would drain away, leaving staring eyes that did not see, but seemed to see straight into another place; another world.

The body was mangled beyond recognition; it could have been anyone weren't it not for a strange decided thought that said it was him… his brother, both by blood and in-arms.

Valter had smiled with such an entertained smile, but he forced himself to look at that sadistic grin to see the words that they formed. Only the name Eirika was retained in his head, before he and his wyvern set off in pursuit of revenge.

His rage was truly blind, the only thing he did for an entire three days was fly up north, in the general direction that Valter had come from. His rage encompassed everything to the point where it became part of him, and he ate and slept on the go, and Genarog followed likewise, barely resting, sensing his master's storming fury.

But when he finally confronted the girl, his vision of his mind's eye finally focused, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself; what a fool he was, a jester for Valter's sadistic pleasure.

He had actually trusted the insane man that was the Moonstone. He truly had been blind.

From that moment, there was no rest, no actual peace of mind, only the open wound that was left where his loyalty for Grado had been cut out. His country and his emperor, all that he fought for, they could all burn to nothing. He saw what had to be done, and with a prayer to the heavens, he turned his back to his life as a famed Grado general and became an exile.

Yet he did not care.

He wanted revenge. He chased it for days, until his own sanity was fraying on the edges of his mind.

And finally, it was before him.

The sadistic grin and the light that glinted in Valter's eyes was enough to make him want to pierce Valter's breastplate with the lance in his hand. And just to see the blood well from Valter's chest, before letting the sands of Jehanna claim Valter's corpse.

Then he would be at peace.

That is, if the beast actually bled. Did moonstones bleed?

No. But this one would. Cormag would make sure of it.

He couldn't help himself, but Cormag laughed like a madman, so much so, even Valter's insane grin faltered.

"…I've dreamt of revenge, I've chased it for days… And now it's here before me. Oh, Valter… your death will be slow and agonizing."

Valter would bleed.

He would definitely bleed.