The breeze came gently down the street, causing the round lanterns overhead to bob and windchimes to clink together peacefully, a rather separate harmony from the music emitting from the celebration. As my brown hair flew gently about my face, I glanced upward at the night sky. The stars twinkled brightly, yet none came even close to comparing with the elegant moon, at last returned to the sky.
"It was so incomplete without her," I whispered. The figure next to me shifted. Of course, the blonde had heard me. With her sensitive ears, she could probably hear anything that was occurring from anywhere within our abandoned street to the congested Town Square. I turned to look down at her in admiration, seeing my own amber eyes reflected in her dark ones.
She was lovely, my Yuichi-the most beautiful person I had ever met. Even more beautiful than Isil-at least in my eyes.
I sighed. Indeed, the moon was back, and Isil was gone. Perhaps I would feel more human if there was any remorse for my former Queen, but there was not. I would honestly be surprised if anyone were mourning her at this point-a celebration was being held because people were happy she was dead.
At the time I had driven the stake through Isil's heart, I was confident I was doing the right thing. She had begged me to do it, I had shown her mercy.
But now, here with Yuichi, I was not so sure. Had I really gone through all that to save the unforgiving world and free a woman whom I had hated from the chains that so wickedly held her to this world, or did my actions have more to do with vengeance and glory? To return to her the heart she had ripped out and watch her agony with malice, before taking advantage of her recovered weakness and killing the otherwise invincible Dark Queen of the Undead?
I shivered at the thought, and looked down at my pale hands. These hands had committed murder, and perhaps unjustly so. Still, I was treated as a hero. No one cared for my shady past. I licked my lips and my canine teeth. They had committed murder too. I was every bit a demon as Isil had been, but I was supposedly "good."
A low chuckle escaped me, causing the werewolf beside me to look up in confusion. I did not believe I was good-most certainly not as angelic as Yuichi, nor was I quite so evil as Isil. I rested in the spot somewhere in between them.
Yuichi's warm hand wrapped around mine reassuringly, as if she knew what thoughts were troubling my mind. I smiled at her, and she grinned at me. Hand in hand, we made our way to the crowd of people, all exuberant that the Wicked One's reign was at last over.
Looking into Yuichi's dark eyes, I suddenly knew why I had killed Isil, and what path I would choose, should I ever have to make a decision between light and dark.
I absently fingered the velvet ring box in my pocket, soon to make its debut.