The blood, crimson red, spilled over, staining the walls and pouring over the floor. Smiling I surveyed the gruesome scene before me as I rested my steel spiked blood-covered boots onto his gaping torso. Towering over his mangled body my eyes bloodthirsty. A sickening crunch rang out into the deadly quiet room as I sank my foot into his chest, blood gushing out. “After all revenge is best served cold” I laugh as the last flicker of light fades from his eyes, stooping I pick up his crown. Stepping over his lifeless body, across the blood-covered floors of the throne room, tracking ****** footprints as I ascend the steps. My steel-toed boots clanking loudly against the marbled steps I wipe his blood off my cheek, grinning at the metallic aftertaste. Walking towards the throne I once kneeled before, eyeing the glimmering jewels with hunger. I fixed the gold-encrusted crown upon my head and sat down, sheathing my blood-covered sword with triumph. In a world of locked doors, the one with a key is king. As I numbly assessed the ****** bodies scattered across the once luxurious throne room, crimson covered the walls and glossed over the floor. A malicious smile made its way across my face, red was my favorite color anyways.