The Last Sunset

ㅤ Rays of the setting sun filtered through the summer villa's panoramic windows, painting the living room in enchanting crimson hues. It both warmed the soul and evoked a lingering ache in the heart. It also heightened the anxiety when, suddenly, the entire group, save Ludger and Viktor, began to feel drowsy. Someone managed to stand up and fall with a thud, knocking over a chair; someone else's forehead hit the table with a resounding thud. Ludger stood abruptly, drawing his swords, not yet sure whether to defend or attack. Victor, however, said calmly, slowly leaving the table: "This isn't the best place. Shall we go outside?" A choice without a choice: if they started the battle in a confined space among Ludger's unconscious friends, no one could guarantee their safety. He was forced to follow Victor to the exit like an obedient puppet. Victor stood opposite Ludger, drawing his blades. He pretended to be preparing for a fair duel, showing respect for his opponent, but in reality he was mocking him, not taking him seriously. "You were both lucky and unlucky," Victor began calmly and evenly, without a trace of emotion. "You were born in the prim dimension. And for that very reason," he attacked sharply, "you will die!" Victor's attacks were swift, leaving no window for counterattack, successfully pressing the enemy. Ludger barely managed to block the blows. Losing concentration, he decided to take a desperate step: he rolled to the side and jumped as far away as possible, pulling out his pistols. But the shots missed… and Ludger himself took a bullet to the shoulder. "Funny," Victor chuckled. "You can't overcome a difference of almost ten years in experience!" In an instant, Victor was behind Ludger, immobilized him with a blow to the knee, and pressed one of the blades to his throat, holding his struggling body steady with his other hand. "I won't leave even the dust of you," he whispered quietly in his ear, "so that your world will surely accept me in your place. And then…" ruby ​​blood watered the emerald grass, merging with the blazing sun, mourning the injustice of the world, "Elle's and my dream will come true." Victor felt as if everything inside him was burning. He couldn't understand what this fire represented: delight, horror, satisfaction, anticipation. Everything wove into a single ball. Overwhelmed by emotion, he fell to his knees, shedding choking tears of approaching madness. 'Our dreams will definitely come true…' was the only thought that was repeated. All that was left was to burn the body, reduce it to an atom, to make sure… that the world would accept him. To rip Origin's throat out if he dares to refuse him! ㅤ