#an innocents bloody sentence
“He’s innocent.” Albafica whispers.
His soldiers complain, they’re shouting at him, challenge his words and attack the sinner, wish to bring death upon him themselves but Albafica puts an end to their mutin acts, dare the livings to go against him and claim the boy as his.
Albafica wonders if it is what people call disobeying one’s fate.
Samael never fails. If a sinner is brought to him, they will die.
Unless they don’t, and then Albafica has to take them as his consort, but it never happened until then and he really, really doesn’t want a brat as a husband.
Yet, he doesn’t have a choice.
Manigoldo doesn’t understand.
He doesn’t understand why a child stands in front of him and cuts his wrist until blood flows, he doesn’t understand with which wicked magic he can summon demon roses. Magic is forbidden to them, and if he’s a sinner, then this child is just as much.
He should have died. This is what every each of them expected from him, but Manigoldo lived his life deceiving people, so being alive is now his pride.
The child, their priest, he’s furious. He runs to him and grabs him by the hairs, yells and curse him because he didn’t die, cuts Manigoldo’s palm and let his own poisoned blood drip in it, carefully, saintly.
But still, Manigoldo doesn’t die.
