KIMCHAY - Traitors and Lovers

Chapter 6

4 years previously

Kim made his way back to the fae palace with the ghost of Chay's despair-filled embrace wrapping around him. The fury he had been attempting to conceal for the sake of the human felt like it was clawing out, burned him from the inside until it could break free.

He stormed into the palace and made his way through the vine covered halls to the training room reserved for members of the family only where he would find the only person, he knew could aid him in his endeavour. He had vowed to never let Chay's father lay hands on the boy again and he intended to keep the promise till they day air no longer graced his lungs.

As the room came into view, he found he faced the back of the person he was aspiring to locate. "Why are you disturbing my meditation cousin?" A deep voice entered his ears. Kim just sighed and moved closer to his cousin before sitting beside him. The older boy, having given up on meditating, turned to the younger before raising an eyebrow.

"Vegas," Kim began softly, "Yes cousin?" Vegas answered, a small laugh in his voice. "I was wondering, why you've never used your gift to end the war." He asked earnestly. At that his cousin just let out a surprised laugh. "Don't you think if I could've ended it, I would have done it long ago?" Vegas replied rhetorically slightly disbelieving. "I'm not as evil as your brother makes me out to be."

This just left Kim more confused. "But why can't you?" he queried genuinely curious. "Well for one, in order for my ability to work I need to be in very close range to the target." Kim nodded following along. "But more importantly, beyond basic muscle manipulation, for more complex thoughts I would need to have a personal relationship with the target or at least with someone of the same bloodline."

Kim's brow furrowed at this. "But why?" Vegas laughed at his cousin's seriousness. "You think I know? Hell no, even after extensive research and experimentation I still only understand the surface of my powers, I imagine it must be similar for you." Kim only nodded slightly in response, his expression souring.

Vegas just sighed at his cousin's clear displeasure so continued. "Although I cannot be certain, due to my research I could make a guess. Like all fae magic, it stems from the emotions of the caster, I can only assume that without a personal connection to the target or a family member that the emotion needed to use the magic would not be raw enough."

"Raw?" Kim questioned, his attention fully on his cousin. "Well for some fae, cousin, magic stems from emotions like happiness, fear, sadness and so forth but mine has roots in anger, the purer the anger the more powerful it is, and anger us always purer, rawer, on a personal scale."

Kim just nodded at this refusing fear to take over him. At any other time, Kim would rather die than utter the words that were about to escape his throat, but it wasn't only his pride on the line but Porchay's safety. "I need your help Vegas."

At that the older man huffed and turned to face the prince with an amused smirk. "Now tell me, what would the king's favourite assassin want my help with, hmm?" He queried with an assessing look. Kim stiffened at the title but kept his head held high.

"Teach me mind control." he stated not breaking the eye contact with the other as he stared back in disbelief. "And what would you ever need that for cousin? You are already a formidable enemy - making men's throats constrict itself and killing them before they can even register it happening, quite a neat trick might I add." The older moved closer, a mocking smile plastered on his face.

"We both know it's not the same Vegas. What you can do, manipulating a person's thoughts, it goes far beyond my capabilities." Vegas huffed a knowing laugh. "That is true yet we both must admit yours is way more effective in eliminating someone." Vegas replied and Kim breathed out slowly.