"Remember, son, I will always love you," whispered Harold's father as he slit his throat with a blade that he forged himself.
Harold looked at his father's corpse with nothing but disdain, his eyes showing no emotions, but deep down inside, his emotions stirred so much that his eyes bled a little.
"Let us go, claim the throne, Nephew," said Harold's uncle beside him, patting his back. "Sacrifices needed to be made, you understand, right?"
A maid wiped the blood from Harold's eyes as they made their way to the throne; along the way were bodies upon bodies. Each one as gruesome as the last, Harold sat on the bloody throne and looked at the guards picking up the bodies.
With a smile on his face, he started to laugh, but once everyone was out, including his uncle. His laugh became silent as his heart began to beat irregularly. "Not these emotions again!"
A wave of sadness hit him as he teared up, trying to hold them to no avail. Lying on the throne bawling, he remembered why he had to do this...
10 years ago...
"Father, is being a king worth it?" said young Harold as he watched his father train with a sword.
His father stopped mid-swing and stared at the sky. "Being King is not about being powerful, but it is more about being open-hearted and open-minded to change."
Harold contemplated his next question after thinking about what he said, "How did you become King?"
Harold's father hesitated and answered softly as he gazed in his own son's eyes, "My father was bloodthirsty, and I had no choice..."
"Why did grandpa become bloodthirsty?"
Smiling sadly, Harold's father showed his chest where his heart was, "This is the curse our family has had, the demonic blood curse. This curse was given to us by our grandfather's father; he gained it after killing ten thousand witches. Every single soul that he killed made the curse stronger, causing emotions to spiral into an abyss, and especially becoming a bloodthirsty monster, like your grandpa."
Sighing heavily, Harold's eyes widen in astonishment and a bit of fear. Opening his shirt, Harold saw a small mark on his heart. It was a demon's face with two horns, barely visible like a small bruised scar.
The one on his father's was more profound, the demon actually smiling. "What if you become the same thing?"
Harold's father sat beside Harold and ruffled his hair, "You know what to do..."
Confusion spread on his face until he remembered how his grandpa died. "Is there any cure, or are we cursed for eternity?"
"Our great-grandfather created a magic that can suppress our emotions, making it harder for the curse to grow stronger since it feeds on emotions and killing."
Flashback ends.
20 years go by...
"King?! We must retreat; two countries are invading our borders right now, and we just recovered from battling the demon worshipers two days ago," said one of Harold's guards.
Gracefully sitting on the throne, Harold, with a beard and mustache, with his wife beside him, spoke calmly, "Then, evacuate everyone except the army, we might not win this time."
Grasping his hand, Harold's wife squeezed it out of fear. The guard bowed and ran out, relaying the orders. "Don't worry, I will always be here for you," said Harold's wife, smiling.
Sighing heavily, Harold let down his guard a bit and leaned on the throne. Little too late, he only felt something enter his heart...
Turning his head slowly, he saw his wife, with a wide grin, holding a knife to his heart. Coughing a bit of blood, Harold's eyes were in panic mode and confusion. "Why?"
Smirking, Harold's wife pushed the knife slightly in more as she confessed, "Love, I never loved you, I only loved your power, and now, once my army gets here, we will rule this country like we are supposed to."
Having a sudden realization, Harold looked into his wife's eyes, "You...are his daughter, aren't you?"
"You killed my father, and expect to live a peaceful life? No! I will make sure you pay with every inch of your body, so my father can rest in peace finally."
"So, it was all fake? All the promises meant nothing?" Harold said as he leaned back on the throne, coughing up more blood.
"Well, I did like you, maybe more than I want, but you know, duty calls."
Chuckling, Harold closed his eyes and opened them sharply as his magic began to swirl around. Fortifying his hand with magic, he snapped the knife in half and slapped his wife, but surprisingly, she dodged and backed up at the last second.
Feeling his heart slowly beat slower, he felt the pull of the curse, to give in, and become something more...
Something that will make him unstoppable, but Harold remembered how he lost control one time and killed a whole village in a rage.
Every time he went on a rampage, he would have to enhance his magic suppression on his emotions two-fold every single time.
But doing that made him go mad, which made him more prone to the curse. That is why they called him The Bloody King Harold.
During his rampages, he likes to watch the enemies slowly bleed out as their eyes lose their will to live.
"Good, very good! I guess I reap what I sow, haha!"
His wife stared at the laughing Harold and shook her head in amusement and disappointment. Before she could laugh again, Harold began to shine with a bright light. Her eyes widen as she hears about this before. "YOU FOOL! DON'T!"
"Forbidden magic: Soul Explosion."
User forcibly ignites his magic with his soul, creating a chain reaction that explodes the body and soul to create a giant explosion comparable to a nuke.
"We are almost at the kingdom. Stop arguing, you two."
Two leaders of the army were always at odds with one another, trying to one-up each other every second they got.
Before they could react, a huge explosion caught everyone's attention.
*BOOM!*
A boom so loud it made the army's ears bleed, the three leaders looked at the kingdom of Highrule and saw a big mushroom cloud covering the entire city. "Was that the princess?" asked one of the leaders. Then his eyes widen, "THE PRINCESS!?"
The three leaders urged their men to go faster, but it was too late, as King Harold's army began their attack from the woods.
In the kingdom, buildings were cracked and shattered like dust on a table. In the castle that was the main attraction, it lay in ruins.
Rubble and large stones lay everywhere, with the bodies of maids and the princess. King Harold had nothing left, not even ashes.
When the army defeated Harold's army, they grieved their princess's sacrifice and made it a holiday while the kingdom was rebuilt. A new king was named, and it joined the other countries in an alliance.
The world came to a silent period.