Death Games
The two-edged sword

Toz cried, because of all this cruelty. His eyes glanced softly at the hand that was nailed to Lagarise's sword. A beautiful girl and terrible, torturing her without mercy.

“You deaf?” he laughed too softly. “Kill Vanargand, that's all your choice.”

“You're gil— aaagh!” she was in pain as Lagarise pushed the sword back to nailed Toz's hand. “S-who are you? Why are you doing this?” tanyanya.

“Kill Vanargand.”

The young man shook his head.

“Kill Vanargand.”

Toz did not care and tried to pull the sword to free his hand. But in vain, the sword seemed to be stuck to the floor very strongly, especially Lagarise's hand still holding the handle.

“Hard head,” suddenly one hand Lagarise raised and directed at the giant wolf. Suddenly a loud roar wriggled from the animals that had been sitting obediently not far from them. Howling loudly, like a helpless dog who was tortured and beaten by his master.

Toz. I don't know what magic Lagarise used, but the animal was in real pain in his eyes.

“Stop, I beg you to stop. I beg you stop!” the door with tears. Even if the blood spewed back when he finished speaking, but the roar of the animal tormented him even more.

“Kill Vanargand.”

“I beg you stop!” pekik hard.

“Kill Vanargand.”

And finally, the wolf's howl of pain swallowed. It's heartbreaking exactly like Toz. From the holes on the face of the helpless animal in his eyes, flowing a fresh red liquid. Like dying, staring at me as if crying because of the torture he had received.

The creature named Vanargand, can only groan softly behind a raspy roar dashed due to his broken vocal cords.

“Why?” Lagarise looked at him calmly. “What was the wolf wrong until you did this?!”

“Speak kill Vanargand.”

“Then why don't you kill him!” toz's emotions finally. No matter even if the pain tore his body apart, or blood scattered continuously from his mouth, his heart could not accept the torment that appeared before his eyes.

“Because Vanargand is your pain, and your pain is Vanargand. Only one must live and the other die. Either you or Vanargand, and all the options are in your hands.”

“You are not a God. You have no right to determine the death of someone's life.” Lagarise. His hand that had been lowered was raised back towards the wolf. “A-what do you want to do? Stop, I beg you stop!” door begged. “Agh! Uhuk-uhuk! Uhuk!” fresh blood spewed in front of Toz.

He really doesn't know what this is anymore. His entire body was completely sick, especially the tightness in his chest and sword-pierced hands. But his conscience refuses to be silent. He really could not accept the situation in sight.

The wind blows strong. Stripped them and threw out Lagarise's long hair as if she had a strand of silk thread. His amber eyes sharpened, with the hand still holding the sword and the other still holding back the attack, he glanced at the uprooted wolf.

“Because I am a God, I have the right to determine the life of a person. Since I am a God, I have the right to determine justice in sight. Since I am a God, I have the right to decide who stays or drowns behind. Because I am a god, I embrace those who will reach out and kill those who throw hope. Since I am a God, everything I can do.”

Toz Nidiel was silent. What did he just hear? His eyes were shaking about something that was infiltrating into his hearing. “K-you're a God?”

“You or Vanargand. Only one of you can survive.”

However, slowly it was the laughter that burst from the lips of the young man. Even if he coughed and spewed blood back, even if the red liquid had soaked the floor into his chest area, he did not care anymore about the pain.

His brain began to understand how he was doing.

“Then since I am human, I can only surrender by choice?” he grins thinly. “True, I am only human, what choice do I have? I've been dying here,” and then his head was blown down. His right cheek touched the floor that was wet with his blood. He saw a dying wolf, as pitiful as he was. “If I die, will that wolf also die?”

“Entah.”

Toz. His eyes, still did not take his eyes off Vanargand. For some reason, a smile began to crack from his lips. “Kill me, but please release the wolf. Don't torture him again, I beg you,” the question to Lagarise who was staring coldly at him.

“Vanargand only animals. You can survive if you kill him.”

The young man smiled, then touched the blood nearby with his index finger and painted a strange around the range. “You know, Dewa? Animals are also living creatures. If they can talk, maybe they also hope to stay alive like me.”

“Then why did you choose to die for him?”

It felt like the inner Toz was stunned to hear his sentence. But, the blood that also dripped slowly in the eyes of the wolf, was much more heart-wrenching.

“I don't want to die,” the young man's cry is more unstoppable. “I don't know why you're doing all this. But, if that wolf is my pain, it's better that I die so that I won't blame the world for his disappearance.” He then laughed, “ sacrificed others for me, nothing more disgusting than that.”

Finally, his trembling lips clenched tightly. Slowly the lower red arch was bitten by him due to perceived nervousness. In fact, the look in his eyes was about to fade the light. Start blurry because all the pain erodes consciousness according to the moments of agreement.

Toz continued his words.

“You know? I am a man not a stone. And I won't regret that because of my conscience,” her eyes closed slowly. A bright smile was finally etched on Toz's lips. “Vanargand, I miss my parents. I miss my friends too. B-but I'm sure they won't blame you, because I believe that they'll be proud of my choice,” and eventually those eyelids are no longer open.

DEG!

Shocked, strange sensations spread on their sensitive skin. Unusual figures, sharpening the view in the same direction.

“Orion, what is it?” reoa Attia asked the same gyges official. It was seen that the man was staring unusually at the horizon there. “What's up?” ask him again.

“Double-eyed sword,” withers and then leave. Reoa Attia also scrunched up a confused face because of the nonsensical sentence belonging to the interlocutor. Staring at the back of the higher-ups, an unusual hunch-holding figure nicknamed the Star Knights of the gyges nation.  

“Kers?” call the Libra Septor in a different place. Because the higher-ups were confused as to why the silent leader did not continue eating. The people in the same room were also astonished why the figure of the hydra peak holder wore an unusual expression.

“Kers what's up? Is the food bad?” asked Revtel astonished by his looks.

However, it is precisely the trivial expression displayed by the King while playing his fork. “Interesting,” ogre grinning.

Yet on the balcony of the palace with the view of the ravine in front of her, a young girl stared confusedly at the charming figure in a gaze that was only silent .

Blerda Siren.

Wavy blonde hair, short shoulder length but deep black eyes. There is a matching tattoo on the edge of his eye, with a baby breath flower on the head. Earrings and rings are the color of the net, decorating the appearance. Her dress was like the King's daughter, but her vision was like a lioness. Willing to prey but still silent position.

“Kak, did you hear me talk or not?” sela Bleria Sirena who began to be upset because she was ignored. How not, because the siren leader did not turn his head in the least towards him. “The runaway boy is from our nation! We have to do something, right? Don't just shut up.”

Blerda turned her head which made her sister silenced. “Be a higher-up, Bleria,” finished saying that, the figure feared as the siren leader left him.

Leaving behind Bleria who was still staring intently at her brother's back. His hand clenched tightly as it could not stop the vexation at the calmness that resembled arrogance to him.

Blerda Sirena, the Siren throne holder actually looked annoying in his eyes. “Double-eyed sword yes,” murmured as he gazed towards his ring.