Disgrace

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace

...

Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off.

That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die...

But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again.

Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in.

That this would repeat itself for an eternity.

The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword.

At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. 

He took his first steps to break out of the cycle.

And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands.

...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

The Laughing Swordsman

Once Apollo started to disappear, Layla no longer directly looked at him. In fact, she didn't even bother turning her head.

Apollo continued to circle around her, but only glimpses of his figure could be seen. He appeared in one place, then another.

...No, as though he were a group of specters, all surrounding Layla and gradually making their way to her.

And so, when Apollo appeared behind Layla, there was basically no sign of it coming.

Yet before he could land a hit on Layla, she disappeared even though both of Apollo's eyes were right on her.

A cheery voice came from behind him.

"Hehe, I never thought about doing it like this!"

Apollo preemptively disappeared, reappearing a few meters away. However, Layla hadn't even swung at him. She simply stood there with a bright smile on her face.

Apollo turned around and looked at her closely.

The Stars Align