I'VE CURRENTLY STOPPED WRITING (UNTIL NEXT YEAR) AND ALTHOUGH THIS IS GRADUALLY BETTER THAN NY PREVIOUS STORIES ITS STILL TRASH IN MY OPINION (EVERYTHING OF MINE IS TRASH IF I KNOW I CAN DO BETTER). SO THIS UNEDITED & UNFINISHED SO READ AT YOUR OWN...
"You can try and take away my crown, but I will never let my kingdom down." -Jamila Velazquez (Empire Cast)
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"Hello Mr. Arlond. Please follow me, this way." The man in a black butler suit says greeting the family at the door. Demetri steps out of the carriage and sticks his hand out for his fiancé, Mulan. She was a gorgeous woman, her soft, stern looks accompanied the Kings chiseled, deadly features very well. After them stepped out the second eldest son of the Arlond family, Renaye.
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He took after his father with his jet black hair and deadly glare. He didn't care for politics much and in that case he took after his mother.
The trio followed the butler through the dark halls of the castle they had just entered. The Kings arm was wrapped around his fiancés waist as their son trailed behind them with his eyes closed. He relied on his hearing to guide him as he followed the footsteps that echoed throughout the halls, which was strange since he had his headphones on, but he could still in fact hear what was happening in the real world through the music blasting into his ears. As the butler came to a stop outside of two giant black and gold doors, he knocked six times in rhythm and the doors began to open by themselves.
The butler stood outside and motioned for the family to walk through the doors. While the King was skeptical and weary of his surroundings, the son had yet to open his eyes and simply stepped around his father. Entering the room blindly, the smell of blood immediately made his nostrils flare and eyes widen.
"Ren!" The King yelled making the dazed boy turn around.
The sound of flesh being pulled from the skin was the only sound in the room as a skinny whip gripped the boys arm tightly and tugged harshly dragging a trophy with it. Once the boy came to his senses and he noticed what was happening he jumped back six feet into the air, letting his skin all the way to his fingertips shed like clothing. It was painful, there was no doubt about that as pools of blood split from his arm. But being the son of one of the most ruthless Kings in all of hell, he was used to and could handle a little pain - the smile that etched across his face as his skin started to painfully grow back justified that. His eyes turned black, except for his irises that were an orangey-red color.
The King tried to enter the room, but an invisible force had been set up to stop any person that hadn't entered previously from entering now. His fiancé looked to her side examining the butler who wore a smile on his face. He looked like if they tried anything he would not hesitate to attack at full force, and that was the last thing they needed at the moment. That sneaky bastard Victoria is, the King thought as he helplessly watched his son involve in battle. He couldn't do a thing and she knew he wouldn't try anything that would jeopardize his sons' well-being.
"Fucking coward." Renaye spat as flames engulfed his hands and feet. All he could see was red, and now he couldn't help but wonder what shade of red his opponent was. His vison was heated, and he saw every single thing that moved, his hearing was also enhanced to that of a birds. He heard it before he saw it, turning around he jumped again avoiding the red lash that was aimed at his chest. He aimed his hand at the object, but once his flames touched them it melted, well more like dropped. It didn't burn, just dispersed. In his confused state his attacker laughed. It echoed from all around him and he couldn't quite pin-point where it was coming from.
