Nikolai's Demons

[NIKOLAI'S POV]

Fuck this.

I entered my office, pulled opened the drawers and retrieved my pistol.

As usual, it's weight felt heavy in my hand. Almost as if I were lifting a dumbbell.

I checked the bullets, satisfied they were loaded. Good.

Then I locked the drawers and plopped down on my chair and waited.

Minutes dragged by as I stared at my gun. In my twisted mind, I wondered why I haven't done this a long time ago.

The demon on my shoulder whispered darkly to me, "Take that bullet and die."

I remembered my vow. A vow I'd pledge after pulling a bullet through the head of my father.

I vowed to never use a gun again nor spill another drop of blood.

In the heat of the revolution I started in the Romanov Clan, I had pledged this very vow before every members of the Clan as I took control as it's new head.

A vivid image of me standing on the balcony, facing a hundred members of the Romanov Clan, my father's decapitated head in my hand, flashed through my mind.

It's been four y