A Letter to the Dead
This is a letter that Zalveth wrote to his departed wife, Seraphine. This was written back in October of 2020,, painfully old.
My love, words cannot describe how much my heart aches for your embrace one last time. The cruel king of the jungle holds my soul in an eternal exchange that I may not be released from. His claws dig deep but the loss of your love dig deeper. The others don't approve of my choices, they call me a monster, and I cannot blame them after what I've done to our daughter. Killed by her own step father, begging for his mercy. The image of her dying breath will forever be burned into my skull, never a moment will it be unseen by my poor eyes. I know you may never forgive me for what I've done, and I accept that truth. I can only pray Caedes treats your soul with the slightest bit of care, if he is even capable of such a thing. Gods forbid we be apart much longer. I am on the trail of the wench who slipped away so long ago. Her happiness infringes on mine. How dare she smile and laugh after what she's put me through!? Alas, I will find her, no matter how long it takes, and her death will not be swift like that of you or our daughters. Rest for me, my dear. I will greet you in the afterlife soon.
Signed, Zalveth.