Was there any familiarity here? Yes. Alexander could step back from the body and it became as all the others. A blur lost in a sea of emptiness. It appeared that there could be more than one way for a person to die. What was death, really? The termination of biological function, some would reply. The passing of one to another world, another would say. So many views regarding death, and maybe all of them correct. But right now, if you asked Alexander the question, "What is death" he would reply, "the presence of myself". From this moment on, no matter what Alexander had done, he would start to see himself as death.
Jack was not his first kill, but he was the most meaningful. The reasoning was simple: all the other bodies had been Alexander, personally, striking them down. Jack's death was the cause of words, of manipulation. Alexander had mandated that Jack be condemned, and that his corpse be brought to him. Who better to kill a person than their own lover? The poison of affection... indeed, wasn't it sweet? The toxic droplets hanging from a person's lips, alluring, addicting, and deadly. They reflected the outcome of life as tragedy. If Alexander had become death as he saw it, then the boy before him had become Happy Endings.
He lingered for some time on thoughts of death. Sure, what was death to a person who did not possess the ability to die of natural causes? That may not be entirely true, but Alexander lacked a soul for the reaper to choke. Senescence would not be his failing-- of this he was certain. Underneath his hood, donned as the reaper might on Hollow's Eve don his cowl, Alexander came to the ultimate conclusion. Death was peace. Peace was the absence of chaos. Chaos existed in life. By extension, death could be interpreted as the ultimate peace-granting exercise.
Did that mean as long as Alexander lived, there would be no peace? The grin seemed to cut from underneath his hood and pierced through the black, casting its shadow on the corpse. Fate did not hold a strong sway on his life-- indeed, his string, as far as he was concerned, had been cut. The resignation of himself to Fate's designs was no longer his concern. Instead, he would provide others the same freedom he had. If Alexander was free of fate, he could change the fate's of others because he was not in the plan. The best way to do that was to murder them. All in all, he was doing them a favor.
It was really just an excuse he was inventing for himself. Not that he needed one, but the reinventing of himself now as Death's Advocate would require some justification. He would cause utter confusion. Though, the end result would not be any different, the journey reaching it would likely cause moral conundrums. The people he killed would be emancipated from Fate's tyranny. The people who fought him would be condemning them to slavery. How joyous a thing to exploit! Pretending to have a noble goal, when in the end the only thing he was doing was having fun. He wondered if, using the logic of 'freeing the slaves' he could convince more people to kill their loved ones? Maybe he could experiment with Etzolix and Yukina later.
"Etzolix," Alexander bellowed through the castle, calling the serpent like he was a dog. "I have brought you a peace offering. A corpse, a fine kill indeed! A body of a boy named... 'Jack Hallcome'!"
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"Alexander... have you ever wondered what we would do once all of this was over?" The girl black hair and green eyes was curled into a ball. She wasn't crying, but he could tell she wanted to. The boy embraced her as she let a few tears slip, a light sob, and a decree. "I want us to find a new home. I don't us to have to run anymore."
He kept hugging her, his heart aching as she started to sob heavily. So much pressure was on him, and he was doing fine with it. But she wanted to share the burden... and could not. It had been made clear. Only Alexander could do this. "Tarsi," his voice came. "I want you to promise me something."
She nodded through the sobs, and Alexander embraced her tighter. She turned into him, and returned his embrace.
"No matter far I have to go to get this thing finished, please be there by my side. I need you."
The future is not fair to the past because by definition it has already surpassed it.
"There was a sickness."