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

The moment people got onto the roof, they let out shocked gasps.

There were many signs pointing towards Apollo being the killer, in particular, the blood splashed all across his clothes. Along with the fact that the screams were fairly recent, it would be hard for anyone to get away with doing this from the roof.

However, this was also a world of magic and the people here knew that.

Seeing Apollo crying over the dead body was enough to convince them that it was just an unfortunate child that had his mother murdered.

Apollo's crying had gotten rather violent as he twisted his body around. A person from the crowd rushed forth and grabbed onto Apollo's waist.

Forgotten