The Centuries Old Warlord That Put Hundreds Of People To Their Knees, That Killed Thousands Of People

The centuries old warlord that put hundreds of people to their knees, that killed thousands of people with his own hands, that has been made of wrath, vengeance and thirst for blood even before he became a vampire, now willingly puts a deadly weapon to his throat unafraid because gentle hands of the one he loves hold it. Words in his long-forgotten native language leave his mouth in an instinct because confessions always tear their way out from the very soul, unbothered to be translated or filtered. "If I'm lying, then kill me now". Because death seems kinder than life without someone so dear. Because death by his hands means to look in his eyes for one more time.