Executioner's Wounds by Anastasia Sivtsova

At night, he woke up from
that feeling again. He felt their blood heat on his hands. He heard their last sighs. He saw a horror on their faces. He was not just a witness of extermination of entire families; he was a butcher for that people.
Some years ago, in his country one ancient clan desired to restore justice. Justice for their clan meant to re-establish his power, not to disappear in the eternity. They were preparing for massacre. They were ready to kill everyone: members of a main clan, soldiers or simple peasants. They wanted to be a mortal terror for them. But it’s that clan’s members who became a butcher’s prey.
He had no name, no past, no future. Nobody saw his face. He went from one house to another and put to death everyone: men, women, kids… The only reason for killing entire clan was not letting them take revenge in the future, stopping the circle of cruelty.
Nobody knew who he was and why he began his execution. Someone told that all his family was murdered by the ancient clan. But the truth was, he killed his family. He was a successor of that ancient clan, but he desired a peace in his country. However, he himself would never deserve this peace. His destiny was to sink into his friends’ and family’s blood, to remember their faces in nightmares, to suffer in this hell that he had created himself.