Killer Love ||L.S

MISSION 100: AVALON

TW: MENTION OF BLOOD AND VIOLENCE

Giving a picture of the first castle in the story. It's exterior is true to a castle but is modern inside. Also this is the first fic I've ever written.

''Sir it is time for you to wake up.'' Earl, Louis's butler, a man well in his early sixties with a slim figure who's in his professional attire says as he draws back the long amaranth coloured velvet curtains in Louis's bedchamber, revealing the warm sun shining through the windows directly onto Louis's face making him wince and pull his deep black sheets above his head to block the light but Earl moves towards him and moves to stand near the thin drapes that are separating the rest of the room from Louis's bed.

''Sir it's 7 am'' Earl says looking down at the watch on his wrist.
''You requested last night that I wake you up at 7 am'' Earl says stepping back his hands now crossed gently on top of his legs.

Louis just stays quiet for a moment before speaking. ''Thank you Earl! You may leave now'' Louis says exposing his face and resting his hands on his chest on the covers.

''Yes, Your Highness'' Earl says before bowing a little and walking out of Louis's bedchamber shutting the door behind him.

Louis Tomlinson, the son of the king who is loved by everyone in the country. Avalon is very much an island of sorts but not closed off completely. Very well known across the globe for it's rich culture and tourist attractions. Louis is to be King when he turns 25, which is in December. It's only January still. Louis is the most eligible bachelor on the island but he is not a straight man and that his parents know. Up until he came out being a part of the LGBTQ+ community was not talked about or ever brought up but once he came out the King who was very supportive although a bit disappointed, made sure that everyone who was a part of the community on the island didn't feel the need to hide the fact. He was 15 when he came out as a gay man and it's been almost 10 years now and there is a sort of understanding and acceptance of those in the community across the island. One who was to visit Avalon would think it not a real place rather a figment of their imagination, as Avalon is the most accepting country in the world. That's what the international news says and there is truth to it. Louis is known for being kind to the world and for being a gay Prince but if only people knew.

Knew of his darkness, his blood lust. The demon in him that he started giving into after he turned 18. The 99 lives he has taken and all for money. Money he doesn't need. His parents never questioned the money. He's a Prince who is soon to be King and having his own income just in case was a good thing in their eyes but little did they know that it was blood money. He is heartless really. He stone cold heart that cannot feel remorse, pain, and grief, fear or love. He loves his family yes, that's true but he can't truly feel it course through his veins. To be fair Louis has never taken the life of a genuinely good person. It's always a mob boss, a mafia boss, and a hit man like himself but never an innocent life did he ever take. It still felt the same. He was a skilled adapter. He adapted to each situation so well and his alias 'spectre' was just that. He was unseen, unknown and all people knew was that he is good at what he does and that he is not one to be messed with. Even the most notorious criminals feared him. He ignited fear in people in the criminal world as anyone of them could be his next victim and that scared them.

Louis now fully sits up. Leaning against the headboard of his King sized bed, rubbing his eyes before moving the translucent drapes and getting up. He stretches his limbs and yawns. He reaches for the glass of water on his nightstand and gulps it down. He's in a pair of comfortable grey boxers. He picks his phone up from the nightstand and clicks it on. It reads 7.10 am. He walks over to the window and soaks in a bit of light before walking across the room, past his white marble computer desk and little coffee table surrounded by couches of three different sizes all in yellow colour. His room itself is a deep black colour. The only colour in the room was the curtains, and the couches, which his parents forced him to get. Even his bed frame was made of Diospyros Ebenum or Ceylon wood imported especially from Sri Lanka. This wood was precious black wood that made his bed frame black color. In Louis's mind the black colour was a representation of him.