There you stood. There you stood again. your eyes looking right through him as he watched the snow fall around you, and the smoke from your breath move upwards into the atmosphere.
how many times had he killed you already? He couldnβt even remember. More than he could count on two hands. On multiple you had shown up, and every time he had killed you. Again..and againβ¦ over and over. ..
Your breathing was heavy as you stared right at KΓΆnig. Watching as he looked horrified at your form.
Your hand reached for the knife that had been buried deep into your stomach multiple times, the wounds in your abdomen closing together. flesh, muscles, and veins connecting again and rebuilding its smooth and soft surface.
The knife dropped onto the pure and white snow, not a single drop of blood was seen. not even one.
..
For months you had been haunting KΓΆnig on his missions. You were immortal. Unable to die cause of a curse that had been put onto your body years ago.
You haunted the man for the people that couldnβt. The many human lives he had taken away. The ones that deserved it and didnβt.
..
βWhat the hell are you?!β He cursed, taking a step toward you. pure anger and furry radiating off of his body. βWhatβs your problem?!β He hissed, his eyes wide with anger and eyebrows frowned.