Revenge / Mattheo Riddle x reader

CHAPTER TWO

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Third person POV;

As both Y/n and Leatrix stepped out into something that was called reality, the air swirled around them as if they were rocks within a great and wide riverbed.
The freezing weather that seeped through any thin cloth to supposedly drain the soul, directly fed her cold heart, that was buried in the very perfect center of her body. The layers of well insulated fabric, some what keeping it safe.

The cold weather was like medicine for her, she enjoyed the breezy collision of atoms against her skin - it made her feel powerful, yet numb.

The thing was that she was always numb, if not numb then careless. She didn't bother about anything, which made it even more sufficient she exposed herself into weather like this.

The only reason why she liked it was because she finally had a chance to actually feel something ; even though she wasn't fazed by it- she felt something there, even if it was something small- at least she did.

They eventually pause, trying to consume the sight in front of them. The same train they see each year is grounded before them, white steam evaporating through a big tube. It was magical how it always seemed to manage to take their breath away.

It was like all the sound around them slowly faded - all the laughter of the kids, crying, talking, shouting- disappeared into the background the second the two girls locked eyes.

Y/n rolls her eyes, "Let's get this over with."

And they disappear in the crowd. Boarding the train.

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Back in the castle;

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The brunette boy forcefully grabs his sheets, letting all the air that was on the outside invade the cave of duvet he was just under. Making goosebumps appear on his fare skin.

He found It pointless, talking with his dad. He knew that there wasn't much potential every time they spoke. Mattheo was always taught how to rule a kingdom ; it was always 'just in case'. So Mattheo didn't worry about any tasks his father set him.

He was always ready to do anything he had to, whether it was: going to war, helping his father next to the throne, go hunting in the woods, or at this rate...killing people.

Mattheo was never scared to get his hands bloody. After all, he used all the forbidden curses, without regretting it one bit. 

There happened to be one day when Mattheo was only about 7 years old when he there was an executing ceremony outside the castle; of course his family attended-  his father was the one to slice all the robber's heads off.
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"Father why did you kill all those people?" Small Mattheo looked up to his father.

"Because, son. They did some terrible things."

"Will I have to do what you did when I'm older?" He asked. Tilting his head in confusion.

His father chuckled, "When those you love are under threat, murder, transitions into the loves defence-mode, child. " patting Mattheo's brown hair.

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And it glued inside his head since. He loved to see people suffer. He was the common sort of psychopath, in this world he was considered bland.
A revenge served as cold as his heart, but he held his inner pain to be the fault of others, caused by others.