Chapter Sixty-Two

Cronin's POV

It has been many years since anyone has called me by my given name. I had to become Blue Blade to separate myself from the reality of what my life had become, it was the only way I could survive what had to be done. The weapon I carry was a gift from the king before he stole the throne from his own brother. It is imbued with powers I do not understand and bound to me with a dark magic that I find both awe inspiring and terrifying.

Every kill strengthened me, the effect was intoxicating and within hardly any time at all I became addicted to the rush of power and vitality it gave me. I had no idea my mind had become clouded, that I was being eaten up and transformed into an extension of my weapon. All I could think about was the next kill, and Acheron was always there, pointing me in the direction of anyone who stood against him.

When I was sent after the baby Princess and the king and queen, I was promised my family would be released and that we would be allowed to return