Wii Venture

Behold The Queen

"Eteled, I don't exactly understand what you think will work in this plan." Austin waited.

"Well you see, Austin–"

"SHUSH, if you have anything to say, say it to my face, punks, or fight me."

"We're in cages, how'd you expect us to fight you?"

"I dunno, you tell me."

"Son of a bitch, I swear to god if you don't let me and Austin out of these cages I will tear you up, personally, atom by atom, slice you up and put you through a grinder."

"How do you do that? You're locked up! PAH! Pathetic- OW?!" An indent of a spherical hand appeared on the guard's face, he snatched Eteled's hand, hissing.

"Who do you think you are? Slapping one of the king's guards! That is a crime on the same level as treason! You're a sinful little bastard!"

"Aren't you also sinful?" His hand altered between high and low, "-considering that you are a literal demon."

"Ugh, I hate when our prisoners are right, if I had a nickel every time that's happened I'd have two, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice, right?"

"Hehe, Phineas and Ferb"

"What?"

"Nothing." Eteled's eyebrows furrowed, internally asking himself how the hell this demon didn't know what said show was, but then he was a demon, maybe he never got to see any show or have anyone to talk to about shows, a lonely life, he believed was just like his before he got trapped in the Wii, but then, the attention he has so far received in the Wii was not desirable, not until yesterday anyway. He pondered...how was Milo right now?

...well...

Milo wriggled around under the ropes firmly pinning him against a table. Desperate, Milo was, he was desperate to free himself, just like he had done before, but to no avail.

"Get these ropes off me now!" He commanded, heavily scarred, all around his arms with a thin slice digging through his chest. He writhed and a mix between a face of fury and a grimace, he felt as if lemon juice had been poured and soaked into his wounds, he wanted to scream his lungs out, but the noise wouldn't come out, only slight whimpers as tears ran down his eyes.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that, darling..." Vincent had a smirk painted on his face. That smug bastard – Milo thought – if only I could smack that smile off his face... He soaked in the idea, trying to savour the sadistic joy of getting vengeance on Vincent. Savour him getting a taste of his own medicine. "And what are you thinking about...Emilia?"

"How did you-?"

"I know a lot of things, love." Vincent seemed to be attempting to be endearing, saying love with that thick British accent of his. Meanwhile he was swinging a mace in a circular motion while looking down at Milo.

"Do not call me 'love'... I am everything but your love. I assure you, I am your enemy. Your biggest fear. I am your biggest hater. I am the antagonist of your story. I will find a way to—" Milo's voice was cut off by duct tape wrapping firmly around the front and back of his head, sticking to his hair and was practically hugging it with its sticky adhesive.

"You talk too much" he hissed, "if you don't shut up and stop squirming like that, I may have to resort to other ways to keep you under my control and accept my proposal. And no, that was not a threat, that was a promise." His eyes closed, letting the silence overtake the room...the air thickened, it felt as if you could cut the tension with a knife.