These chains... they bind me. Her face... it reminds me. My love was turned to hate, my freedom revoked by those who subjugate. That nightmare became a reality. That fateful day when the blood-red sky wept. And the rest of the world slept. When we...
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_________________________________ In the shadowy plains of the land, a fellow resident of Melanina was engaged in a peculiar altercation with an enchantress. Truly, she was The Holder of Beauty. Her eyes glistened like amber stars plucked from heaven. Her velvety, pastel-wheat skin, glowed with an ethereal radiance. Whilst the blue and purple roses, entwined into her golden dowager, resembled an opulent castle, embellished with flora from around the world.
"Oh Jaleel, do you still disdain my presence?" she said.
"You, must've forgotten what I said the last time we met. I already told you that I'd kill you, should you ever approach me again." Jaleel threatened.
"Aw, there's no need to be like that... I've only come here to tell you good news. I've had that brainless brute, Hakeem, severely punished for his transgressions against you." The Holder of Beauty revealed.
Crimson sparks began jutting from Jaleel, "I don't need your help. I beat him already. The next time, I'll bury him."
Immediately, her eyes gleamed with approval, "Ah... THIS, is how our people are supposed to be! Strong! Ferocious!... merciless..." she gazed upwards as her ponytail rippled and swayed to the bewitching tune of her jangling jewellery. "Merciless... unlike that brother of yours, Jinto." she added.
Jaleel's face shrivelled with anger, "I don't know what you mean by 'our people' and I don't know what you mean regarding my brother. All I know is, years ago, you beguiled me into turning on him. I've sworn to never suffer such humiliation again. To think, I, Jaleel The Prince of Lightning could be moulded and bent to the machinations of another... it makes me sick!"
The ethereal entity approached him with a guilt ridden face, trying to embrace him.
"Do not... touch me.." Jaleel growled, pushing her away.
"Why on Earth are you so obsessed with me anyways? Why are you so obsessed with Jinto's downfall? Why Haytalek, why!? Just what are you supposed to be to me?" Jaleel uttered vehemently.
Haytalek's patience began to crack, like a fissured frozen lake, about to shatter. "Listen to me boy! Do not forget your place! I, have overlooked your tone thus far... however, I warn you, I advise you. Watch your mouth when you address me. If you knew who and what I really am. If you knew whom I belong to and my true rank among our clan, you'd bow down and kiss my feet in reverence." she paused, and began to slowly circle him with a perfidious gait, as her anger permeated from her like steam. "Yes... I've killed many for much less of a transgression against me, the queen of the Origin..."
With one hand on his hip, Jaleel cocked his head back as he cut his eyes at her, "Was I supposed to be scared? In all of your yammering just now, you still managed to somehow leave my questions unanswered. So I guess I should congratulate you for that..." he sardonically jeered, whilst tauntingly clapping. "It's about time I make good on my threat and cut you down for good, for daring to approach me again..." The Prince of Lightning continued.
