Crimson Eyed Protector

Everyone has a savour.

A person who they look up to with sparkly eyes and heated cheeks. Your heart pounds against your chest whenever they're around. Mind turns into a mesh of teenage giddy rambles that give you first hand embarrassment. All these emotions hit you like this because you know without them you wouldn't be breathing.

Typically.

What if, your protector isn't the Knight in brightly shining silver with a white cap. Instead, you get a villainous being decorated by gold and darkness. That butterfly pit mixed with fear and anticipation of being unable to predict the future. No clear blue sky and green fields. Only scorn red horizons and dry earth.

Is death better then?

Seems so.