Luck's descent (BL)

Luck in the new country 3

Nielle's day was off to a great start. A group of servants woke him up, another group of servants prepared breakfast together with the report, and a special group of servants brought him Lacrisan to replenish his luck. It wasn't as if he really needed it every day, in truth he had more than enough luck and only a few Rinselans in the country could match his regular values. However, that didn´t mean that he would limit himself to drawing only when he had to since stealing that vermin's luck was really fun.

The young man who was brought to him only closed his eyes painfully as Nielle sucked his bloody finger and read contentedly the report about the night ambush of the coach with his new Lacrisan.

"P-Prince Nielle...I-," moaned the boy. The prince had been torturing him for over half an hour today and since he didn't have enough time to recover yesterday, he felt really drained.

Nielle took his bloody finger out of his mouth and looked at the depleted source of luck beside him, "It's just blood…if you're not satisfied I can take you down and try tears, it'll be faster than these tender ways." he laughed.

The young man paled and returned his hand to Nielle: "N-no...I´m sorry." he muttered.

Nielle smiled to himself. He pulled his finger to his lips again and continued. The young man's face contorted and Nielle enjoyed his pain for a moment before looking out to the garden.

He watched as the group of servants prepared for all the daily duties. After a while, he saw Brelle walking towards his greenhouse with medicinal plants and then Louis, who was heading to the training grounds early in the morning. However, he had no plans to spend the day doing anything resembling noble duties. He couldn't waste today at the palace since he had other things and was waiting for a chance to do them.

But obviously his father didn't have as many quick informants as he did, so he was taking his time. That's why he just smirked contently at the young man next to him, who looked like he really couldn't take it anymore. Nielle removed his bloody finger from his mouth and stared at him for a moment before a pair of bright pupils meekly rose to him. Nielle didn't know why luck was reflected in the eyes, he didn't know why he himself had black ones, why the Lacrisans had light ones, but he knew one thing. The paler the eyes, the prettier the pain.

"I think I fancy a different kind," he teased the young man, "how about you take off your clothes?" he propped up his chin and gave Lacrisan a sadistic look.

The young man got up exhausted and took a step back. He shook his head and looked around frantically, as if looking for help, but none came. After a moment, he only panicked and dropped to his knees and looked at Nielle shakily:

"I...I-I don't have enough...I...I don't have enough anymore...I´m sorry...p-please...I can't..." he stummered.

Nielle smiled softly as he loved the sight of the terrified Lacrisans, "As long as you can walk, that means you have enough, right?" he pointed out.

The young man lowered his eyes shakily and after a moment extended his bloody palm to Nielle, on which the prince had already managed to make several cuts today: "Wouldn´t blood be enough, p-please?"

"Are you trying to order me what's enough for me?" he laughed.

"N-no...I...I don't...I´m sorry..." he didn't know what he was saying.

Nielle took a moment to admire his disheveled appearance, wondering if he had time to carry out his threat. At first he was just teasing him, but when he saw how terrified he was that he would actually do what he suggested, he wanted to play with him.

Taking Lacrisan´s luck was naturally painful for them. Logically, it wasn´t pleasant if someone stole what was keeping them alive. Nielle loved the look on their faces during the proces more than the sheer energy he was gaining from it.