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The Red King

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by EmilyWyatt454

by EmilyWyatt454

"All ears my friends. I'm listening." He mutters, swirling the shimmering red liquid around in his glass. Everyone knew what was in that glass. The best wine in the whole world.

-̸͎͑͊-̸̨̛̥̈́-̵̪́͊-̶͕̣͒̚-̷̜̭̋̌-̷̢̟͋̓-̷͙͌-̸͉͕̇-̵̠̫́-̵͚̹̓-̵̺͆ͅ-̵͈̈́-̷̛͉͉-̴̬̩̚-̷͈͂̕-̶̻̀͜-̵͉̀-̶͖́͊-̴̯̍-̷̖̖͑-̴̖̽-̴̬̦̇-̵̨̑͌-̷̧̻͐-̸͖͙̂̕-̸̥̯͐-̴͈́-̵̡̗̈̚-̸͉̽̕-̶̧͚̅-̵̟̋̇-̵̪̆-̵̗̐͌-̸̰̄-̷͓̇́-̵̹͖̓͒-̸̼͌̾-̵̭̪̏-̷̨͋̚ͅ-̶̳͌-̸͇̰̏-̵̝͙͗̈-̵̢̖̾͘-̸͙̠̏̉-̶̙̍-̵̰͊̕-̸̟̹̈́-̴̡̮̄̋-̴͖̌-̴͎̩͐̔-̸͎͑͊-̸̨̛̥̈́-̵̪́͊-̶͕̣͒̚-̷̜̭̋̌-̷̢̟͋̓-̷͙͌-̸͉͕̇-̵̠̫́-̵͚̹̓-̵̺͆ͅ-̵͈̈́-̷̛͉͉-̴̬̩̚-̷͈͂̕-̶̻̀͜-̵͉̀-̶͖́͊-̴̯̍-̷̖̖͑-̴̖̽-̴̬̦̇-̵̨̑͌-̷̧̻͐-̸͖͙̂̕-̸̥̯͐-̴͈́-̵̡̗̈̚-̸͉̽̕-̶̧͚̅-̵̟̋̇-̵̪̆-̵̗̐͌-̸̰̄-̷͓̇́-̵̹͖̓͒-̸̼͌̾-̵̭̪̏-̷̨͋̚ͅ-̶̳͌-̸͇̰̏-̵̝͙͗̈-̵̢̖̾͘-̸͙̠̏̉-̶̙̍-̵̰͊̕-̸̟̹̈́-̴̡̮̄̋-̴͖̌-̴͎̩͐̔-̸͎͑͊-̸̨̛̥̈́-̵̪́͊-̶͕̣͒̚-̷̜̭̋̌-̷̢̟͋̓-̷͙͌-̸͉͕̇-̵̠̫́-̵͚̹̓-̵̺͆ͅ-

Atlas watches with horror, the hairs on his neck rising as the king takes a step towards him. "I'm listening. Go ahead. Enlighten me. Why is it that you stole?" The king is enjoying the boy's torture far too much, his eyes glimmering with excitement as he tightens his grip on the gold-crusted dagger.

"My loyal subjects and friends, I am truly so honored to be in front of you today as your king and I swear to you that I will protect you all with my life!" Cheers greet the king's speech and he stands there proudly, in all his glory. His smile is kind and his movements are gentle as he takes a seat in the throne. The people love him.

"I protected her with my life! You can't just blame me for her death even when you know that I tried my best!" Atlas snaps, pulling himself slowly back to his feet, leaning against the wall for support as he wipes blood off of his face. "Is that so? Well I honored you with the position of her royal guard and where is she now?! Dead! So that can be no one's fault but yours!" The king's voice is sharp, his eyes gold as he hisses at the boy who is still glaring defiantly.

"I would like to make a toast on behalf of my dearly departed daughter, Isabel." The king whispers, holding his glass of red wine up high as the table goes silent, everyone watching with soft, sympathetic eyes. "Isabel was an amazing daughter, it was hard to shut her creative spirit down. She was always creating and thinking of new idea's to better this kingdom into a perfect one. She never deserved what that wretched boy did to her and for that, I promise you all he will pay." Everyone gives a solemn nod, agreeing with the king's words quietly.

"Y'know it was hard to shut her creative spirit down. I was surprised she survived past the first attack but eventually... I did win." The king grins cruelly, laughing quietly at the shock on Atlas's face. "Y-You killed her?!" Atlas's voice trembles with fear and shock as he seems to not be able to process this new information.

"I don't think I'm the bad guy." Atlas mutters through gritted teeth. "No?" Isabel hisses, her voice sharp. "Think again, then. How am I just supposed to believe you're word when you've done nothing but lied?!"

Now lets play a fun little game.

Whose the real villain?