His throne was built up from blood and lies.
He knows everything. He is omnipotent, and his eye tells no lies. He can see everything and everyone, and it delights him to know that they can't see him.
There are specific people who have managed to escape the grip he has on them. That can't be allowed, especially not when one of them needs to die for him to rule properly.
He crushes the surveillance camera that holds the image of the white-haired girl, fingers trembling – with excitement, rage, fear. No matter; he has many more to examine and destroy as he pleases.
"I damaged you," he hisses, to what looks like her – the closest he can get with his broken lacrima – his own image in the broken shards, "nine years ago. You should've stayed down and drowned."
She's a leech, one who clings to life and the people in it and sucks out their very souls. She cannot be allowed to remain if he is going to take full charge of the power that is rightfully his.
The dark man appears before him, arched over and bowed down. "Sir."
He snarls. "I told you. If you won't tell me where she is, get out."
"I cannot tell you her whereabouts until you kill her," the man says simply, "for this is simply a game of inheritance that has not been played in years, and I am on neither of your sides."
"Leave, Gabriel. Don't dare to show your face around here until you realize that your useless stalling will only delay my victory."
Gabriel's face remains impassive. "I'll take my leave now, then." Before he leaves, he turns his head to face the king.
"Let me tell you this once more, Haru Yūki. I am the spirit of this tower, and you'd best remember that you cannot claim its power until I deem it fit."
"Begone," he hisses.
"Your sister," he says, "is close to awakening her Magic, too. Perhaps I'll assist her." He vanishes in a puff of black smoke as the white-haired man hurls a sword veiled with shadows at him.
Haru breathes heavily.
The air stinks of death.
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ethereal | fairy tail
Fanfiction记 • FATE'S WHEEL TURNS AND TURNS UNTIL IT FINDS ITS NEXT TARGET. Or, a wheelchair-bound mage goes off to find her sociopathic twin with a goth, a criminal, and some blonde guy with a questionable name. What could go wrong?
