Serenity

The Truth of the Prince

TW// Descriptions of intended gore 

(If I haven't been hinting it very clearly by now, this man is a twisted psychopath. I HOPE THAT IS CLEAR AFTER THIS CHAPTER XD I won't do too much of his POV anyways so you all will be safe from the horrible descriptives he holds within his mind and past actions after this chapter. )

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|Xenos|

Thirty-three years.

Thirty-three years I've waited.

Thirty-three years I've planned.

Suffered.

Killed.

Studied.

Planned.

Waited.

I was so close. So very close to finally finding the Favre boy.

And yet these imbeciles couldn't find him!

I watched in silence as the couple and their son hauled the cart into their home, then the door shut behind them. The orange-haired man had essentially begged at my feet to allow him to provide food to the injured of this town. Of course, I made him kiss my boots in front of everyone. Even with everyone laughing at this spectacle, he took the humiliation well. Which did make me wonder a few things about him.

Even though I have threatened him, sometimes I felt like his actions were... Faked. As if his true intentions were hidden behind this scared weakling persona.

Tch. As long as he understands what I'll do to him if he tries to do anything.

In fact... If he fails....

I could take that darling husband from him. Watch the fear in his eyes as I draw my blade across his throat. Carve my name into his body as the blood drips down. Slowly tear those long ears off of him. Skin his shared tattoo off and turn it into a patch to sew onto my coat. Rip him open and hang him up on the wall of his home. Perhaps even tie up the corpse to a pole and carry it around.

I could turn his son into a fun rabbit hunt for my men. Simply let his father watch as he gets torn apart by my animalistic holders. Perhaps even take his hair afterward and make a rug out of it.

Afterward, I'd have the rest of these pathetic people slaughtered and every house turned into nothing more but piles of ash and rubble.

Only if I see him trying to resist. He still has value in this... Unfamiliar world.

Turning, I make my way out of this town and into the woods where we had encamped at. It's a short walk before I enter the camp and walk into my tent.

Soon. Soon I'd have what I was promised at birth. And no one... Hahaha...

NO ONE WAS GOING TO TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME.

I feel my body tense up as a grin spreads across my face. A soft chuckle escaping my lips as I let a golden blade appear from my hand. All of this... Power... It was my birthright. Just like how the throne was promised to me at birth. So... It was only logical for me to use what I was given, to take back what was mine.

No matter the cost. Everyone was just mere pawns to me anyways.

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|Corin|

"So. We are up against the Sa'aal, correct?" The tall ebony-haired man asks, his eyes scanning across the room. I respond with a nod, letting out a sigh. "Correct, Arthur. They are stationed at the Talmoth portal ruins. They- they used my own blood in an old incantation. However the more pressing fact is that the Exiled Prince was the one to say the incantation, as well as he seems to be their leader."