I attempt at writing gore for my new book called Whispering Destruction 

It's one of my few times on writing it so tell me what you think or not, either way, is fine.

The sword came out with a quick flash of pain running through his veins pulling his body towards the sword, warm scarlet liquid spraying out of the wound from the sudden emptiness of it. His bone was probably broken as if it were a toothpick, shattered as if it were just a mere stick that you could find on the school grounds or your backyard. He could feel the metallic taste of the warm crimson liquid at the back of his throat, a wafting aroma of sweet metallic filled the air as if death was ready to accept him once that final strike to his heart that would end everything here, here and now.

Maybe then his brother would remember him after he realized that he had his own brother's blood was on his hands.

His lips curved into a frown, gritting his teeth as a low growl admitted from his throat. His arms raised his sword ready to stab his heart out and pull it from his body. Hear the blood-curdling screams of his enemy as it left their body until they finally went limp only to kick them off the structure and into the ocean as if they were a piece of trash that meant nothing to no one.

He inhaled his last breath and tried not to cry anymore. 

"I love you..."

"Big brother..."

He lied his head down, resting his right hand across the wound on his chest, and looked at Garroth one last time.

Angst is fun to write. 

Shall soon be published in its entire glory with more angst and gore there!

>:3