Judgement throne

Chapter three

The soft breeze on Ryder's body seems to ease the hurting he felt on his body, and the insatiable desire he felt deep in his soul.

He needed no one to tell him what must have transpired.

It was always like that. After he'd lost consciousness, there's only one thing that does happen.

Ryder opens his eyes and stares wide at the scene before him. The images were familiar, he'd seen them so many times for the past twenty-eight of his life.

Those gruesome images would make him want to end his life.

Ryder crawls forward, hot tears sting his eyes.

He was naked but that was not the bother at that moment. It was the dead bodies of a human beings like him that laid all around the place that used to be the marketplace just a few hours ago.

Now, ripped bodies, broken bones, and blood decorate the whole place.

Just to his left is the head of the girl that sat between the women last night, he remembers her. She was feeling pity that the god had to cause the prince.

He had killed her! He snapped her head off!

He couldn't stop the tears from fighting their way out and adding to his misery.

He held the head so close to his chest that he sobs more.

Why did he kill her? Why did he kill everyone?

Why was there a demon in him that he couldn't control?

He look around and realize none of the people had survived. He didn't let them.

Few feet away lay half bodies of people that were probably running away. The demon in him wouldn't let them off.

That was why Lucas always avoided himself before he turned into a beast fully. Because he was always unstoppable whenever he's a beast.

Ryder whimpers and cries harder, he couldn't hold it in. He couldn't handle the pains it was giving him.

Funnily enough, he wasn't feeling angry this time. He felt miserable and pitiful.

When will the god take pity on him and grant him the one wish he had always made?

Ryder drops the girl's head and struggles away, still crawling because he felt too weak to stand and walk.

He felt the taste of blood on his mouth and his head twists. The idea of drinking blood makes his stomach cringe loudly but he had always felt it, tasted it.

Now, he felt like a vampire, more than a beast. No, he was a monster in disguise.

A demon with anger feud, then blood feud.

He has crawled far, he noted when he looked back and realize he couldn't see the market.

The tears were still coming from his eyes and Ryder did not attempt to stop it.

He felt it was all he needed. Maybe.

He wraps himself and sobs even harder. Perhaps God will hear his pleas now. He felt so cold but he felt it might be his punishment every time he turned.

"He's there!" A strange, soft voice whispers into his ear, or maybe he thought. He desperately wants help that he had started to hear voices.

"Move back! He's naked! Do you want to see a naked man's body?" Another voice warned. This one is deep and loud.

Ryder shivers but didn't attempt to stand.

Just then, a duvet was thrown on him.

Ryder clutches at it with the instant need to quench the coldness that's deep in his body.

He felt himself being lifted off the ground.

"Father!" A tiny voice whines and Ryder realizes he was being moved.

Ryder felt like he was on the way to the judgment room. But he wasn't bothered. He has killed a lot with his bare hands. He was due for judgment.

The carriage stops and Ryder felt his heartbeat stop too.

The tears have ceased but the pains still reside. Ryder felt more miserable and every part of his body was screaming for help.

Ryder closes his eyes and felt his body being lifted again.

"Easy father," he heard that same voice again and he opens his eyes and stares into a pretty face, "Dad, he's awake," the voice rejoices.

Ryder adjust himself so he would be looking up at the old man beside the girl.

"I think he will be alright. I will give him some sleeping pill and pain killer," the man says and walk away.

For another reason unknown to him, Ryder discovers he felt emotionless. Nothing bothers him now than staring into the pretty face of the girl in front of him. She has an oval face shape, big round eyes, and a small mouth. She looks perfect.

The girl seems so happy as she watches him, "Are you ok, sir?" She smiles and places a hand on his head to check his temperature.

She withdraws and inclines her head to a side, "Can you talk?"

Ryder blink once then stares back before nodding slowly.

"Really! Dad, he can talk!" The girl jubilates before setting herself beside him, " Do you know sir, that I've found out something?" She giggles softly and stares back, " I love you sir, and I'm going to marry you."

Ryder felt something unfamiliar rise up in him. Anger? No! It wasn't.

Pure joy! Ryder burst out laughing, despite his current situation and the fact that his mouth has gone so straight for having frown all these years.

"See, see, you love me also," the girl chants joyously.

It felt strange, laughing, especially when there's a pretty girl in front of him.

For years, the only thing Ryder has learned to do was a frown, get angry, kill people and drink blood.

Ryder has never laughed so freely, has never thought of it. Because it never occurred to him. And he has never seen anything that would bring out happiness.

But he loved the way it made him feel now. If only he would never stop laughing.

The man walks back in with a bowl, "Here," he says and helps with placing it on his lips so that its content will enter his mouth.

"Drink, drink it all," the girls say unnecessarily.

Ryder smiles again and swallows the liquid hurriedly.

"Good, you will be able to rest very well," the man explains and walks out again.

Suddenly, he felt his eyes closing.

"Yeah, that's right. Sleep well," he heard the same voice before he fell off into the darkness that awaits him.

Perhaps God has finally decided to help him out.

Perhaps, it would be a new world to him whenever he wakes up.

He felt happiness in his heart, one he has never felt before.