Should be a mixture of drama and romance, I hope it turned out reasonably well ....


The heavy boot missed his face only by the breadth of a finger, he could feel an icy draft of air that passed his right cheek like a blunt knife blade. Without wasting another thought about the danger he was in, he caught his fall by cushioning his fall with his right hand, with controlled anger he kicked his opponent's legs from under the body from the half-lying position and jumped agile back on your feet. He had been on the way home and had taken a shortcut through an already somewhat disreputable area, but he would never have dreamed that he would run into a bunch of these wannabe gang idiots. But what the heck, after all, it wasn't for nothing that he had spent almost a third of his life training various martial arts. Like a two-legged cat, he chased towards his next opponent, kicking the man who was still lying on the ground violently against the temple with the tip of his sneaker and thus putting him out of action for the next few hours.He had reached the other, got up shortly before his goal with a jump in the air and smashed his foot with an angry, energetic scream on his face while he was still in flight. Elegantly he used this as a platform for another jump that brought him to his next opponent, while still in flight he shifted his weight so that he started to turn and pushed the penultimate opponent with a hard blow of the edge of his hand against his neck into a deep one, if also not perpetual unconsciousness. He took the momentum from his movement with an experienced shoulder roll and stood up to look at his work, where at the beginning of the fight there were still six opponents lurking, a tragedy was offered to him, none of the ones lying on the ground looked as if he were still capable to stir even the little finger for the next half hour. With a satisfied grin, he brushed one of his long strands of hair of deep black color from his face and moistened his chapped lips with his tongue.His next look was on the silver wristwatch, it wasn't digital but was still running like an old clockwork on his left wrist. He had no longer to fight than, thoughtfully tilted his head as he realized that he couldn't say exactly when he had started to discuss this little difference of opinion. His gaze wandered to the tiny engraving on the left side of the case. It was too small to read it without looking at it directly, and the local lighting conditions were more than modest, but he had known the short text by heart for a long time. His previous life had been shaped by three sentences. The first was “Don't believe in your friends, don't believe in God, just believe in what you can and who you are!” These words, if not the same phrase, were the ones that had crossed his mind after his best, his only friend had betrayed him to Feige.The next principle of his being was: "Do not look at all people as something equal, this would not correspond to the truth because every person is an individual who has his rank in a worldwide hierarchy. The only thing that matters is to know his rank, and especially to have more people below than above. "His expression darkened, but at the same time a grateful smile did not leave his lips. This principle had sprung from the thoughts of his first combat instructor, master, his first and the only one he had ever considered superior. The thought of the man who had far more people above him in the hierarchy, but who walked through the streets with his head held high. He sagged a little when he thought of the last "commandment" of his life. He felt his heart tighten as if an iron noose would mercilessly tighten it, his hands clenched first into fists, then into animal-like claws. It was a sentence that was nothing special in the world, but which he hated and loved like no other at the same time.It was the phrase engraved on his watch, unchanged for more than four years since the day his mind was first captivated by love for his other human being. "Beyond death ..." Five words and three dots, in an intricate, delicate script. He had solidified his mind and banished every feeling, whether good or bad, whether anger or joy in the depths of his soul, but nevertheless he felt how a flaming pain of sadness and anger flared up in his heart, how his throat slowly and from invisible hand began to tighten and his thoughts surrounded themselves with viscous darkness, in which every breath would be torture. These words had nurtured the happiness of a relationship for three years, before everything had changed, before a person died, something was born, and someone was destroyed. He directed his gaze into the clear, cloudless sky and thousands of stars were revealed to him in the black firmament, the crescent of the moon shone in the middle of this image as if he were the keystone that held the roof of the world together.His fiancée's best friend had died, killed by his hand, his spirit was broken with immeasurable jealousy and anger, from the shards of three lives, his, yours and that of the fallen, something new had been born, the desire for vengeance, the desire to kill, to kill him. After he had driven his supposed competitor out of life, the fresh blood still glistened on his lips and the blade of his sword and his anger-ridden mind feasted on the death of an innocent man, his fiancée had made an unbreakable vow. Her boyfriend had never approached her, but was slaughtered anyway for no reason. He remembered how her pupils had narrowed to tiny dots, how her voice trembled with hatred and her light brown hair whipped in the stormy autumn wind. She had sworn the dead man to soak his lost soul with the blood of his murderer. With the blood of a being who was more demon than human at heart.With his blood. His gaze fell to the floor, his troubled mind could hardly keep his erupting emotions in check, a lonely, unwanted tear found its way down his right cheek. For a long time then he had simply looked at her, unable to act. The person who loved her was still, to this day, in a conflict with his inner demon who had been born out of the anger of his life and thirsted for the blood of people, the sweet blood of all people. Finally he walked up to her, gave her his sword and then moved away from her, no longer daring to look into her sapphire blue eyes. He had accepted his fate that day. Not because he saw no way out, no way to escape her, even then he could have killed her without any effort. But he didn't want it. He was in debt with his entire existence and he would give her what he had taken from her, a friend's life, his own life, just as she wanted it.He turned slowly so that he could continue on his way, when he had finished turning his eyes widened in horror, the cold billowing around his cramped heart. There were not six of his opponents, as he had assumed. All he had missed was the seventh. It was a young woman, but about his age more than a head shorter. For a split second he thought he recognized his fiancée, but quickly realized that the thought was no more than an emotional fantasy in his confused soul. She didn't look at him, but he knew she was smiling. Just as he once did when he met his victim a year ago and shed his blood. His body was paralyzed, but he managed to pull back. A glass dagger only the size of a hand cut the air where his throat had just been. The blade changed direction in a flash and, in the hand of a bloodthirsty soul, rushed towards his heart.With unbelievable speed, but at the same time with agonizing slowness, the glass blade penetrated his chest, cut the warm flesh, scraped past one of his ribs and hit his spine, where it shattered. She had missed his heart, but she was now inevitably inside him. Something told him it was seven splinters. Seven splinters that cut his flesh with every little movement and would bring him a little closer to death. The girl turned away from him and went out of his field of vision. Stripped of his strength, unable to move, he lay on the ground, a single fear enveloping his existence like a hungry snake its poisoned victim. An ID card wrapped in foil fell out of his pocket. The face of a young man, framed by long black hair, could be seen on it, with the name "Damian Nefeltari" emblazoned next to it. A date of birth was also given. The next day, in less than two hours, he would have turned 19.Despite the cloudless sky, it began to rain. His consciousness darkened, every beat of his heart caused him excruciating pain.
He was afraid that he would no longer be able to fulfill his fate.
He couldn't die now.
His fiancée had to kill him .......


SEQUEL FOLLOWS


Don't worry Kay, I won't do anything to Seth, it's just a FF ...