He aggressively grabs his jacket, it is morning here, and the morning Sun that shines throughout seems too lively, even for the gloomiest thing but all Vegas see is... Red!
The 12 hours of fight feels like a whole 12 months for him, his face is cold-rage. The plane is too quiet that only its machine could be heard. This is the most suffocating thing but all his bodyguards are used to it and whenever he has that look on his face, someone is about to... DIE!
He arrives in the late afternoon of the next day, upon arriving at his mansion he goes straight to their room.
The door creaks open and a rough footstep enters. Vegas walks toward the sleeping person, upon seeing that familiar face again he feels nothing but... peace. No anger, no wrath.
He sits by the bed and caresses the sleeping person's cheek, gentleness filtrates the air, and a soft smile forms on his lips.
A whimper from the sleeping person makes him frown, he quickly observes him with displeasure eyes, Pete is having a nightmare.
'He faints due to the shock'
Vegas watch as tears roll down Pete's eyes and his brow furrow in fear.
"It's fine angel. I'm here now." Vegas whispered as he lay beside him and pull him into a tight embrace as if comforting.
He kisses his forehead to assure it all safety with him here.
After a while, he manages to put Pete back into a deep sleep, he quietly gets up not wanting to wake the latter.
"Sleep tight, I will deal with the rest," Vegas said darkly before kissing him for the last time and leaving the room.
His rough step continues down the stair and into the far-end corridor of the ground floor. His two bodyguards have already waited for him there, while seeing him arrive, they turn the lion statue slightly to the right ,and then, the still wall starts to creak open.
He continues down the stair and arrives at the baseman of the mansion, a place that is isolate from the outside world, the actual hell beneath the surface of Earth.
The whimper of pain and the stench of blood could make one knee weak and terror feel their mind, but not Vegas, not the tyrant who owns this hell.
His face is colder than the bizarre snow but his eyes burn hotter than hell itself.
The rough footsteps echo while the tyrant emerges from the dark just like the myth monster emerges from the abyss and haunts the prey down.
Upon arriving, Vegas' eyes pierce through the soul of the man at the center of the room with the chain around both his hand and ankle, his limbs broken from all torture he had gone through these past 24 hours.
Vegas wears his gloves, he then caresses the many weapons that best indicate torture, and after a short while of deciding, he stops at the sharp knife that could cut through one flesh. After picking it up, he slowly walks toward the man that stares at him with nothing but....fear.
"You dare to touch him," Vegas said which send a chill throughout the room,
He walks behind the trembling man and without a word, the knife in his hand cut the first finger of the man with one brute force and it falls lifelessly on the ground, followed by a scream of agony.
Time ticks as the next fingers fall off like a drop of dead meat and end up lifeless on the ground, the sound of agony whimper follow after. The pattern repeats until the one who gets tortured can't stand the pain anymore and faints.
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Become a tyrant fiancé
Fanfiction"It doesn't matter if he is an angel it's more than enough as long as he rules beside me in HELL." Vegas 'One night after I turn 18 and become a tyrant fiancé.' Pete
