Everyone has died.
You are dragged across the ground- Bound in stocks, destined for the headman's block.
They've all died, for your sake- For the sake of that which you believe in. For the sake of your paradise, for your God, for your prayers- Everyone has gone and died.
As you're thrown down, the bloody dirt grinds into your face. You can smell it- The scent of death, of battle. It is thick and cloying, all around you- Like a demented garden, flowering with corpses.
As the headsman lifts his axe, you cannot help but to think- You are no longer a king, no longer a servant of god. No... You are no longer even human. Killing your friends, killing your enemies, killing the ones you should protect, men and women, the elderly and children- And now, even yourself. Truly, you are one who is without redemption.
But still... The blood soaked dirt lays before you, vile and yet inviting. Even now, you yearn to keep onwards.
You don't know what insanity compels you, honestly- But you find yourself leaning forwards, towards the dirt. Mouth opens, you stick out your tongue, and take a single lick-
The headsman's axe comes down with a meaty sound. The onlookers cheer and celebrate, before making their way off to their camp- Away from the gore and the carnage, from the macabre forest which that man had created.
Alone in the muck, a simple cross lays shattered into pieces.
[] Wake up.
[] Sleep a while.
[] So... Very... Dark.