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L.O.V.E

'"Loving you was the worst mistake of my life, It was a joke to think that you would even try to decipher what love means."'

Ugh. there was that disgusting word again 'love'. to say that Nightmare hated the word was an understatement, the king loathed it, grimaced hauntingly in it's presence.
LOVE how revolting, love wrecks and ruins people, anyone would do anything to gain just an ounce of a display of the emotion from the one they hold dear. love strengthens his brother, it builds up the ones around you and makes them unpleasantly stronger, makes him unbearably weaker.

Though there was one good thing the king favored love for. It was it's ability to manipulate . Finding the things that people cherish most and then ripping them away.

Beautiful.

Relationships that were thought to be built from gentle kisses and words, instead founded through hard lies and deceit.

Hours, upon months, upon decades of mind twisting for the perfect soldier.

His, perfect warrior. Who would die with just the snap of his fingers.

So yet, how had it come to this, why was Cross's annoying trap yelling obscenities at him as if he held the power to rule and overturn worlds. As if he held the crown in his hands, could influence crowds to do his bidding. Acting as if Nightmare the very soul of negativity was at the wrong in this situation. And yes, it was true, he was. He always was but who could blame him, all he is is the corporeal form of everything bad in the multiverse. Things such as generosity, selflessness, Joy and Love where no part of him. The soldier had learned this from the beginning, had been warned. So the main problem here wasn't nightmare, but rather the fact that,

Cross had forgotten his place.

Again.

Nightmare wondered how long it would take for the boy to come to his senses. To acknowledge his pitiful Sub-ordinance. 

Such a fool. On occasion the king wondered how he's tolerated the soldier this long, still having yet to snap his neck.

It was the fear.
The regret.
The agony of an unrequited lover.

Cross energised him, every tear shed, every scream of frustration, the loneliness. It was delicious.

The king couldn't find anything else that tasted as good as what his little soldier produced, such as the time when Cross nearly sacrificed himself for nightmare, and the king had left him dusting away on the battlefield. He had only remembered the x-clad warrior at a mention from killer, the betrayal felt as he returned torn up and half alive was heavenly.

Oh! Or that day when Cross ticked nightmare off a little too much, so he had crushed his arm to shut him up. But the cry that the soldier released was...

Nightmare released a low groan, smile growing sinister.

exiting!

And even now, if he just felt past the yelling. yes, there.

The anger, the hurt.

It was intoxicating. Cross was a drug. And Nightmare almost became tolerant to him. To his perfection, his pain, his beauty.

It won't happen again.

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"Those who Love, love to hurt. Those who hurt, hurt to love."
-Z.