A Court Of War

The crystal lattice snow fell continuously, dancing to the rhythm of the cool winter breeze, curling like sparkling spindrifts, leaving an endless beauty against the brown and grey soil of the earth. The city was quiet as the people assembled at the square. Nobody spoke except for one…

"Kill them all" A voice of a young warrior rang in the square bringing everyone back to the present. Nobody moved or utterd a word after her. She turned back and said, "This is my order."

"Your wish is my command, your highness" a giant man who stood beside her bowed. He turned to the crowd that surrounded the prisoners and nodded. The guards understood the language. They began to prepare to welcome the Angel Azrael. He was the angel in charge of death.

"H-ha-V-ve me-rcy, princess" One of the prisoners fell on his knees while pleading for mercy. Due to hunger and cold, his voice trembled and failed alongside his lips.

The crowd thought this would soften the princess. She would let them go. But, it only made her angrier. A little frown appeared on her face.

The young princess who should be in her twenties shook her head pitifully. Her red hair was striking against the background. Her skin was as white as snow. People said she was as beautiful as Angelina Zev, the goddess of ruins.

"Please, let the women go" Another man cried.

The Princess knew what to do. She took a few steps forward and spread her hands on the  old handrail.

"There is no mercy for traitors. This will serve as a punishment to you and a warning to all."

"You heard her Highness, there is no mercy for traitors" The giant man spoke. He turned to the guards and raised his right hand.

The guards who were standing beside the prisoners sliced each of their throats. Blood gushed out of them.

Some of the people closed their eyes so that they would not witness such a scene. However, the Princess did not look away. Her eyes were fixed on the knife. She saw the prisoners struggle to free themselves.

On the other corner of the terrace stood a twenty-two years old woman dressed in a blue gown.  Her brows knitted as she witnessed the death of innocent people. She turned around and hugged the woman beside her.

"Hazel, Do you see who she has become?"  The girl asked with her hands trembling. She could barely endure the sights of blood. How managed did her cousin, the princess enjoyed it?

"I see, Ember" Hazel ran her hand through her hair. She patted her sister's back and continued to grit her teeth "She is just like the witch had said. Her father sold her soul to the devil for wealth and power."

"You are right, with what I have seen today, Azrael is the true angel of death" Ember broke from the hug. She turned to leave when she came face to face with their brother. "Williams?"

"Yes, ladies" The young man  flashed a gorgeous smile. The smile on his face disappeared as he question the girls "How dare you slander your princess?"

"We? No..." Hazel looked at Ember and they both shook their heads. If the Princess finds out the truth, she will punish them.

Williams bursted into laughter. He held his stomach as he laughed at their reactions. So, the sisters believed the little show he put out.

"Was this a joke?" Hazel's brows furrowed in confusion. She leaned against the wall and watched her brother laugh at their stupidity.

"Yes, lady Hazel" Ember replied her. "Can't you see the fool is laughing at us?"

"I can see that."

Williams stopped laughing. He stood with his shoulders hung high and spoke "I'm sorry, ladies. Has your sister given her verdict?"

Ember sighed. She covered her face with both of her hands and said "She killed them all. I can't believe that Azrael could do something like that."