Revelation-I

“Gallahan,” said a woman in front of the silver haired man who couldn’t help but stare at his hands in horror as it was drenched with blood. “It’s alright,” whispered the woman as she pulled his hand that was holding a dagger toward her own heart. “It’s alright,” she repeated.

Through his eyes that were closed, Shawn realized what he was seeing between the fight that occurred as Isaac tried to instigate the Master’s anger from him.

He recalled in one of their conversations when Isaac was feeling a little chatty after a few drinks with him. It was a story of a “miserable strong hero” that stuck to Shawn’s head until now.

The story started with a man who was cursed by his blood. The curse state that any one who bear the blood of the renown sorcerer, the leader of those sorcerers, will always have to kill their own blood relative until only a single one of them survive.

What will happen if they didn’t kill their own relative?

All of them will die.

It was a simple yet grim curse where