I remember the regrets of the past. The mistakes that were made. The blood on my hands.
I lay in wait for my target to arrive. The tree that I am perched in sways with the cool night wind.
Being forced to do that which I can not escape. Can not allow myself to leave. Am to afraid, despite my courage, to face the unknown.
Especially without her. As a test she was the first victim, my wife. Bond by honour, I must now serve the devils in the shadows that force my hand into the most unholy of acts.
Murder for a price. Paid for in sin and blood. A dark realm I wish never exsisted.
But I an here now and I feel sick at how comfortably it has become.
I remember the light. Why can’t I step back into the light?
First story, just a short one. Thought I’d give this a try. Got plenty more to come. Hope you enjoy