Tyrannize.

Chapter 1; The Birth Of A God

"Who knew that the world would be so eager to commemorate my birth, as a god." The tyrant cheered out as he burst into the blonde's containment room. Seeming to be in a good mood, the traveler looked up with interest. Wondering what he was blabbering about now.

"Do you ever shut up?" The traveler mumbled out in annoyance. Groaning as they shift uncomfortably against the restraints. They looked neglected of any nutrients, a few days definitely must have passed since the last time he saw this asshole. Yet, his voice is still stained in memory and taunting in the head.

The new archon looks down at the traveler unamused, "Ah?... Good morning to you as well, tch. Slept well?" As the god approaches closer, the traveler can see clearly that a lot has taken place since their battle. The puppet was clothed in red and purple silks and fabrics of a monarch and dressed to impress.
He looked... Attractive; To say the least.
Like royalty.
Slowly walking over that sickening smile never leaving the god's face.
"... A celebration will be held tonight, commemorating my birth as the new god of wisdom. Guess who's invited."
Scaramouche's smile widens.

The traveler's gaze quickly shoots into a sharp glare as he looks up at the self-proclaimed god. Already knowing where this was going, "I refuse." A flat-out response is given.
A long linger of silence was given as the god's smile slowly formed into a blank expression. The tension flooded the room quickly, stillness, and the sound of the traveler's breathing filled their senses. They stared each other down, hitching breath from anxiety starting to build up. Suddenly, the tension is broken by a swift motion, an attack handed by the god. The traveler was choked up against the wall.

Choking and gasping for air, the blonde squirms and growls in irritation. Finally, the god speaks once more, "I wasn't asking, now was I?" His grip tightens while a smirk creeps upon his face. The traveler struggled to breathe, vision falling blurry. "Come on, you are my golden trophy; you must attend." Malicious his voice was, cold, and refusal to be denied filled him. Bruises started to cover the traveler's neck, as he started to slowly black out.

"I'll see you at the commemoration~... Oh, what a beautiful ceremony it will be." That twisted smile. Yuck. It was obvious the "god" gained some sadistic pleasure from the traveler's torment.

The darkness set in... Only the face of the "God of Wisdom" was the last thing to be seen.

Then bright lights flashed my eyes, white filled my sight as I tried to let my new surroundings set in.
Chatter... Chattering all around me.
My head pounded as I felt dizzy and weak.
What was going on?
I attempted to move my body, still healing from that battle, I was weak but fast recovering. I can hear the shackles... Am I still restrained?
Soon my environment set in...

"And to welcome our honorary guest... the traveler!!!" A loud male voice, almost speaker-like announced.

"Huh?..." I raised my head as I finally understood where I was. Caged up, dressed, and chained. As a cover was fully pulled off my containment, I could see everything. I was being lowered down from the ceiling. I saw that the celebration was being thrown... Is this real??? Thousands of people were here. Willingly was doubtful, by force most likely.

Looking around frantically, I notice a common shared look of fear on people's faces. My cage hung above the god's throne... Sickening. I groan and bang at the cage's walls. It was so technological and glass-based. I felt around the glass as I shook my chains, and noticed I also had a collar with a chain attached to my neck. I gazed down at my attire. I was also in silk... Golden and bronze. This was infuriating. Did Scaramouche think this was some kind of joke? Was I being played with like a doll?? Why? This sick, monster. As everyone stood and stared at me.

"Let me go! This isn't funny!! Out! I want out! LET ME OUT. SCARAMOUCHE WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU-" I let out screams filled with anger, I banged on the glass but was cut off cruelly as I was shocked by the collar. I seized and let out silent cries as I endured the pain. Once it stopped I shot a glare aimed to kill, directly at the god.