Neferus

Neferus looks at the piece of steel in his hand, the jewel-encrusted saber hilt covered in the blood of slain children, the blade clean and thin - waiting again for more, to prove itself one more to the striker.

"What...what have I done?" Neferus drops the sword and backed away, staring intently at his now blood covered hands, "I, I don't remember...how did I...what happened?"

Yells begin to build from down the corridor as the flicker of torches dance against the shadows on the walls as the guards rush to the sounds of babes' now-silenced screams.

Neferus held himself in the crack in the wall, barely breathing as the guards knelt by those slain only a few feet near him. He held his face towards the shadows, letting his raven hair block the light, allowing him to blend in amongst the darkness. Only did Neferus breath freely once the guards ran past him, down further into the darkness of the underground corridor beneath the cities.

"I need to know what happened, I need to know who they were, and who's sword that was..." Neferus went to the slain and picked up the richly-decorated sword off the ground.

The light off of the torches hung every few meters began dancing off of the smooth blade, catching on the jewels on the hilt and creating visual melodies on the corridor walls.

"I need to know, so then I can trade my soul for those I killed. I need to know..."