BLOODLUST is the desire to see blood being shed, a powerful and addictive feeling. The pleasure I felt was enjoyable beyond my feelings as it was the first time piercing someone. I was not doing it with anyone..ordinary. It was a well-known figure with high authority and unworldly powers. Just the mere mention of his name struck fear into friends and foes alike.

As my ulhinto penetrated his abdomen, warm and brightly-coloured blood flowed from his mortal wound. His robes soon got drenched in his own blood and it turned into a fancy red stylist robe. The feeling of slicing through his skin felt good but plunging into his flesh felt great. My hands were covered in the blood of a once all-powerful entity as well as some parts of my clothes.

As that oppresor was down to his knees, I stumbled backwards. My legs felt weak but seeing, no no, I would rather say that it was more like enjoying watching the man breathing his last breath helped me stabilise and regain my strength. I pulled out the ulhinto from that ever-squirting wound and stabbed it through his neck to make sure he did not survive.

That moment felt as if time itself stopped for a minute. The concubines pleasuring him a day or two ago ran out of the room screaming hysterically and for help. As much as I wanted to stay to witness the next scene, I knew that I have to be getting the hell out of the forsaken place as fast as possible. I could already hear guards making their way to the almost five meters door of the room.

I ripped out my dagger from the now lifeless body and noticed a pendant which I clearly imagine seeing it from somewhere. I snatched it off his neck anyways and made my way for a small window by the bed of the once invincible tyrant. I took one last glimpse at the beautiful scene which I orchastred. The guards broke their way into the room and was stunned by the lost of their beloved leader, such a pitiful sight I thought.

I slided down from a pipe connecting the balcony of that floor to the solid stone tiles below. The tyrant is gone now and so am I. I will be on the run, hiding in the shadows, awakening only to find the world so different from the day before.

A day after the death of the tyrant, the whole country went chaotic and into turmoil. Houses were raided, possessions confiscated and burned in a large bonfire, family members accussing each other for taking part in the regicide or involved in it, and garudas were interrogating suspects by torturing them to get some silly confessions.

A mass funeral was conducted in a large catheral in the middle of the city for the emperor. Now it's no longer a surprise for the actions that I am accounted for. The catheral was heavily protected with guardians and castle guards. There was a feeling of guilt deep down my spirit for making the country into a chaotic state of emergence. There was yet a heir for the throne when this phenomenon occured.

I knew that I had to look deep into the face of the tyrant which had cause and ruin the lifes of many, especially mine. I made my way to a flea market to purchase a white cloak with golden linings. Posters were patsed all across the city offering credits for anyone who has information or even apprehend the murderer dead or alive (it's encouraged to keep the perpetrator alive for a trial, although it will likely end with that person suffering excruciating pain and an unfair trial). To be honest, I think that the offer The Highest Order came up with is with utmost respect, idiotic.

On my way to the mass, persecution were carried out in public by the royal guards. Riots and protestors actively protesting against the ill treatment of the innocent were subdued using poisonious gas authorised by the Council of Defences. I once got my skin almost corroded by the acidity of the gas as I once had join a group of rioters when I was young.

The entrance to the cathedral was guarded with two lines of vanquishers. They wore sinister masks with heavily armoured vests. Some carried electrical tridents, the tradisional way or carried energy projectile guns, the way of the Pelphins. I walked past them quickly, not glancing at them for a second as most officials would do. The emperor's sarcophagus was palced on a grand stage elevated from the floor flanked by many fanatics of the emperor.

High priests were attending that corpse in the middle of a 17th century hall. I took a wreath of zynoth flowers and placed it below the stage where the coffin was held in suspension. It is customary to look at the deceased for the last time. I slowly make my way to the stairs leading up to the golden casket and I noticed the Overseers did a good job sewing up the deep slashs that I infilicted on him.

A guardian noticed something not right as I stood staring at the deceased for too long. I had to be escorted out of the hall for not following regulations. The guard requested that he check my profile print. I took the print out of my pocket and handed it over for inspection. He used a small UV torchlight to check if my fingerprint matched the list of officials invited in his hand-carried projector he was carrying.

Thankfully, the little light on the side of the screen did not turn orange. The guard told me that they found traces with DNA residue on the emperor's robe (thanks to the advancement in forensics) and were on high alert for the culprit. I nodded my head politely and walked away, silently into the dimly litted streets that make up the arteries of the city, thankful for my life. If I were to get arrested and bought to the Court of Truth, maybe the mayhem could have ended. I will try to erase my mistakes and perhaps, make this world more peaceful.