1 The Death

"First and foremost, this is a work of fiction, and no correlation should be made with living people or incidents. The author doesn't support any of the ideology or the relationship— friendship or romantic— being presented in this story. This was merely written for entertainment sake, not to be followed and used as an ideal. There are many things that are wrong in this novel morally, and therefore, don't let this novel influence you."

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The chair rocked backward and forward while a finger tapped on the wooden handle, creating a constant noise. A lady was seated upon the chair, and held within her hand was a glass of wine.

As Odette Albinius moved her hand softly, the wine inside the glass swirled. Cladded in red, a smirk formed on her crimson lip, and her eyes held amusement in it.

The uproar that went on outside did not concern her; she remained detached from it. There was someone she was waiting for; it was about time for that person to arrive.

"Ah! This is too unfortunate. I at least wanted to see the moon one more time."

As soon as those words escaped from her mouth, the door to the room was pushed open, and footsteps were heard. That did not faze the expression on Odette's face and calmly turned her head.

Adrian— the man stood before her; that man had no surname. Bloodthirst was visible in his eyes. Knowing that it was directed at her, her lips curved up further.

From head to toe, he was dressed in black, and his hand gripped tightly on to the hilt of his sword. A light blue jewel shone on the hilt, and blood dripped down the blade.

Odette was well-aware of how that sharp blade will be covered with her blood as well, and a chuckle left her mouth at that.

There were no hard feelings towards the boy. In fact, she found herself being interested at him; the boy was filled with wonders. From being nothing, he had managed to reach such a position; it was truly remarkable.

"I was growing impatient waiting for you," Odette voiced out.

Those blue eyes of his glowered at her, adding on to her amusement. In a way, being hated by such a man did not seem bad to her; the fact that he had taken the initiative to kill her personally made her feel better.

"Is everyone else dead?" she asked, raising one of her eyebrows.

However, her words were met with no answer from. That did not surprise her; there was no way he would want to talk to someone like her— the one responsible for ruining his life.

There was no remorse she felt for him. She was strong, and he was weak. It was a norm for the weak ones to get trampled on by the stronger ones— just like how she was about to get killed by him.

There was no escaping this; she was well-aware of that. Before dying, she wanted to keep her pride intact, and dying by his hand was an honour for her.

Before the next words were able to leave her mouth, he raised his sword and drove the blood through her chest. The movement was abrupt and happened before she was able to properly process it.

Then again, even if she would have been able to see it properly, she doubted that she would have avoided it.

"Ah! So, this is what death feels like," she stated.

Odette thought that death was painful; that was what she had assumed, seeing how so many people cried for living. However, she felt nothing like that; in a way, it was as if she was finally freed from everything.

Was it because she was numb to the pain? Is that why death did not matter to her? The death was not as bad as people made it sound like; it was simple— very much less complicated than living.

Odette found her consciousness drifting away, and as those cold eyes of his stared at her, she said, "You impressed me, and that's why, I have given you the chance to kill me. I really regret not rearing you."

After that, barely time passed before she closed her eyes, and Adrian immediately pulled away his sword from her chest while the blood splattered.

Her breathing had stopped, and Odette Albinius was dead.

"Trash," he mumbled before turning his back on her.