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Red.

Bright red.

That's how his eyes were at this moment. 

Caesar's eyes were dark, filled with bright red, like they were filled with blood. His eyes had the emotion of a mixture of grievance and hatred.

An immense amount of hatred that almost all his veins were bulging out of his skin, seemingly about to burst open, trying to come out and waiting to attack someone.

The bright red and wet with hot tears, his eyes were shut tightly as Caesar tried his best to calm himself down.

But everything to no avail.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget the image that he so very badly wanted to destroy out of his mind.

His bright red eyes couldn't seem to forget the image of another bright red which was this time the blood that was flowing freely like a stream of pool.

In the midst of the pool of blood, lay helplessly a woman with her eyes open. The beautiful eyes no longer had the life that they usually had in them.