The Crimzons & The Curse Of Nine Suns.

CHAPTER NINE - The Champions Of Cremzica, First Level.

Warning: This story contains strong violence, explicit language, sex, emotional and sensitive sequences. Be aware of the potential emotional responses It could take you through.

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Island By SVRCINA.

Begging For Thread By BANKS.

The champions, the arenas and warriors were a few of the most honorable inspirations I dedicated my childhood to. She, the queen, the mother, the one above all always supported it. She said I was meant to be the greatest warrior of the universe. one day, you will become a champion of Cremzica. It's the greatest honor in the galaxy. Little did I know, it was misery, killing for sport. I never visited an arena. The galaxy was my arena; They trained me to kill from the day I was strong enough to hold a sword; it was the only skill, only education I got as a child. I annihilated galaxies for sport, soaked in their blood while their cries cheered our stony hearts. We fed their meat to the things we pet. I came from that world. Yet those cheers and the roaring crowd energized me as if it was something I always wanted to experience. Who will defeat me here? I'm undefeated.

"Your eyes aren't glowing anymore." She whispered.

"Your eyes are always glowing," I whispered as she always tried to close her eyes and avoid the crimson from glowing.

"I should find some clothes, some armor," I mumbled.

"We have almost an hour," she mumbled, and her eyes were flashing crimson every few seconds. She was seated on the other side of the black cell. The ugly metal beds were uncomfortable. I stared at her from the opposite side of the cell.

"What? Do you still want to continue our unfinished business?" I asked.

"Don't you?" She asked.

"I do. It's a loud prison."

"But it's not enough time for us to enjoy it." I mumbled.

"Time, it's uncertain. I'd rather enjoy what I have right now."

"And It's not a prison. It's just holding cells in the arena."

"There're various warriors here. We got to be careful," she mumbled, and stood up from her bed.

"Is your bed comfortable?" She questioned, and her eyes were glowing without a pause.

"It's not even enough for me to lie down." I mumbled, and she let her silver hair fall.

"Why do you look at my hair like that? Do you like them?" She whispered and sat on my lap.

"I do. Your hair is exquisite. I barely see this color." I whispered back as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Are you fetish for special colors and skins?" She asked as her fingers joined my black hair.

"Not really. I don't care about anything. I have met nobody like you." I mumbled as her chest crawled on my face.

"What do you mean?" She asked as our eyes locked on each other. The glowing crimson eyes only made us lose control.

"Nobody ever made me feel like you do. Are these feelings?" I mumbled.

"You don't have to lie now. I'm already on your lap. Aren't I?" she whispered.

"I don't lie. Maybe I do. I don't know." I whispered, and she held my face in her palms and stared into my eyes.