Alexois prowled through the woods of the central section of the Shroud. It was the area this man had lived in with his family. Towards the outskirts of Gridania. Because of the racism towards Duskwights in Gridania was still more then present even if not openly thrown about.
Yet it wasn’t at that small home that he found the man he was looking for. No he had to journey further. Deeper into the woods. Down to a small clearing. That was where he found the man and the woman he called his wife. Thge very woman he had cheated on.
Hands balled into fists as he stared at their backs. The same dark golden hair and tanned skin. Rage began to boil in his blood as he stared at the kneeling couple. He couldn’t see what they were kneeling before and frankly he didn’t care. All he cared about was making this man suffer. Bloody and brutally. A low and dangerous snarl before he snapped forward from his silent prowl into an angry charge.
Fear wild and unchecked in the face of that older man as Alexois’ hand wrapped around his throat. He wanted to crush the man’s windpipe. The soft sound of a blade leaving it’s resting place at his side. Light glinting off the silver blade as it found itself pressed against tender flesh of that throat.
“I am going to enjoy this.” Alexois spoke softly with a dangerous gleam to his crimson eyes. He barely registered the scream and pleading of the woman to his right. Until a name crossed his vague awareness of her.
“Leon please! I beg you!”
A predatory snarl as Alexois shrugged off the woman. The warm splash of blood as he made the first slice. Nothing lethal. Not yet. He wanted to play with his prey. Cause such agony for the man who should have been his father. The man who had denied him with all his being.
“P-Please…” The man begging and oozing fear as Alexois made another cut. So far all shallow with clear intent to cause pain.
“Shut up! You deserve all of this. Every ounce of pain and blood.” Alex snarled as he made a third cut, relishing in the feeling of the blood on his fingers now.
“Leon! Twelve help us… Please… I know your father was never a good man… But please…”
Alex growled softly at that name again. Did she really mistake him for that man? For the half brother he never knew. Would never know. The words in that letter Destiney had sent used terms that clearly told him his half brother was gone from this world.
“Alexois…”
The man struggled in vain against Alex’s hold on him. The crimson stained blade sinking in deeper this time. Finally he was acknowledged as who he was. Not some ghost of a dead man like his wife apparently mistook him for. Warm blood running across his hand from the puncture in the man’s shoulder. A groan of pain and agony.
“Yes.” Alex hissed softly to Raitmeaux. “At least you realize who I am. I am that which you denied. I am the child you left to become a monster. Now do you regret your choices, you bastard?”
Soft hands on his arm again as he made another shallow cut across the man’s chest, shredding through the light cloth he wore.
“Leon… Please… Mercy… He’s all I have left since you died… Please don’t take him from me too…”
Alex finally spared a glance towards the woman and her pleading green eyes. The mother he could have had. The life he could have lead… Possibilities he would never have. Options that had gone to the void the moment his father had chosen to be unfaithful. To sleep with his own mother in Ishgard. Helping to create the monster he was now. A family… He could have had a family… Could have been something other then a beast that thrived on pain and blood…
Those teary green eyes though… Finally something pulled at his attention. Behind her a simple grave marker. Flowers at it’s base. His half brother’s grave… Something about doing this here was now so suddenly wrong.
In giving Alexois a chance to prove he is more then the monster I seen.Alex roared in rage as he threw the man down to the ground. Wanted to hurt him. Wanted to kill the man slowly. For every ounce he had suffered. For denying him when he was young and still able to be saved from the hell he lived through. Now there was a hollowness to the idea. A black pit that he was standing at the edge of.
“You’re lucky, you bastard…” Alexois growled softly at the sound of the weeping woman off to the side. “I ever find out you helped create any other monsters like me… I will come at night and slit your damned throat…” He crouched down over the man that was his father. Useless bag of flesh that the man had been to him. One puncture of that blade into the meaty flesh of the older man’s thigh.
Alex finally stood up and flicked the blood from his blade though it still clung to his hands. Some of it having flecked his arms and face. One last crimson gaze towards that grave marker and the weeping woman. A part of him longed to reach out and touch her. To wonder what it would have been like to have a mother that cared. Who would weep for him…
Alex tightened his hands into fists. So tight his knuckles were pale despite the splashes of blood on tanned skin. His hands trembled with the mix of emotions, rage still boiling beneath his skin. Like a beast raging to be left free.
Stalking away to hunt other prey before he would give in to that anger. Before he would give up a remaining fragment of the tattered soul he still had left. Punching a tree at one point as he walked. Slicing open his knuckles on the rough bark. Relishing in his own pain as he prowled.
Aeri… He clung to thoughts of her like a lifeline.
He finally stopped and tilted his head back to look up at the canopy above. Roaring out loudly in his pain and anger. Scattering any nearby wildlife that was anywhere close to him. Ever so slowly he sunk to his knees. Eyes still cast skyward. A hollow darkness gnawing at him inside. Slowly drowning out the raging beast.
He wasn’t sure how long he knelt there on the forest floor. Or when he had gotten up to move. To hunt. The hollow feeling had taken over now. He felt the warm fresh blood as he caught a young Wailer wandering too far from his post. Checking on the roar he had heard earlier. Poor foolish boy. Blood dripping off his cheek where some had landed. Neck wounds were always messy when one hit the right spot. Yet nothing seemed to penetrate that hollow feeling. Not even a fresh kill. Hadn’t even spent much time on the boy. There was just nothing. Nothing but pleading green eyes…
Bloody fingers reached to touch his linkpearl. Hesitating. Felt like the tether to himself was slipping through those slick fingers. At the thoughts of what could have been. What should have been… At the loss of a chance to be something other then a monster. Wanting to let go and let the monster inside have full reign… To become nothing more then a terror until someone could stop him. No one would pray for him.
Damn that woman and her pleas for mercy…
“Aeri…” He breathed her name, his voice rough. “I need you…”
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