PHASE 0: AUDITIONS

Applicant #42: Amarinth

APPLICANT #42: AMARINTH

Once upon a twisted time...

"You, idiot!"

In a kingdom far, far away...

"Forgive me, your Majesty!"

Where your imagination dwells...

"Your Majesty!"

But well past the light and peace...

"Please forgive me! Please, your Majesty!"

When it became warped and twisted...

"My eye! My eye!"

There lived a vile and haughty Prince.

"Serves you right, you bitch! You have no right to look at me straight in the eye!"

"Ellyxir! Feed that stupid bitch to the creatures in the dungeon!"

Ellyxir, the Prince's personal servant, immediately obeyed. The girl trashed and begged to be forgiven, but the Prince's words will never be bent. She was tied with silver manacles and right after Ellyxir left, the beasts of the dungeon hurriedly ate and ravaged her like there's no tomorrow. Amarinth cried for mercy but the beasts took no heed. When they were done, they left her unmoving, staring blankly into space. The dungeon reeked of blood, sweat and of the beasts' release but she just sat there-broken and irreparable.

There were no more tears to shed; left in her heart was a grudge and a thirst for revenge.

"I can help you with that," said a voice.

"W-who are you?" asked Amarinth.

A man stepped out from the shadows.

Ellyxir.

"W-why are you suddenly helping me?"

"Well, I'm just bored. I want to play, and I can help you," Ellyxir said slyly.

"How?"

"Interested now, are we? Well, I'll be giving you one wish, but before that, you want revenge, right? Let me tell you the Prince's secret and weakness-"

"I already know."

"Oh. Do you, now? Okay, if you do, what's your wish, then?"

"Make me a man."

Ellyxir laughed. "You are not entirely stupid, then."

Black flames came out of Ellyxir's left hand. It centered on a particular finger and he kneeled in front of Amarinth.

"Your wish," he said as he suddenly plunged his finger on her person, "is my command."

Amarinth's body was instantly covered by black flames. She screamed and screamed and that was the last that was heard of her.

As a woman, that is.

~~~

"By the way, Your Majesty, I would like to inform you that there was a young man waiting for you outside of this room that wanted to be graced by your attention. He passed all your meticulous requirements and just waiting to be admitted. Shall I address him now?" asked Ellyxir as he put away the deeds and documents the Prince signed.

The bored Prince instantly sat in attention. Oh, yes, another one. The last time was not satisfying. He was glad that Ellyxir found a replacement right away.

"Let him in," ordered the Prince.

"You may enter now," Ellyxir said in a clear voice.

The door of the Prince's private room slowly opened and in stepped a beautiful, raven-haired man. From his shiny brown boots; up to his tight black pantaloons that displayed well his bulge; up to his eight packed abdominals; broad chest and shoulders; and the face-oh my, the face-squared jaw with hints of stubbles; an aquiline nose, and a scorching hot grey eye. Only one eye can be seen because the other one was covered with an eye patch, but it did not tarnish the man's beauty, instead, heightened by it.

The Prince's mouth watered. His eyes dilated with lust. He licked his bottom lip as the man stopped in front of his table and made a graceful bow.

"Your Majesty," said the man.

The Prince, heaving short breaths due to lust, ordered Ellyxir to go out of the room and make sure no one would disturb them. Alone at last, the Prince approached the man.

"State your name."

The man looked at the Prince with a heavy lidded eye and said in a voice like honey, "Amadeus, your Majesty."

The Prince guided Amadeus towards the canopied bed.

"Love me, Amadeus," ordered the Prince.

Amadeus smiled lustily, "Yes, your Majesty."

For twelve nights, Amadeus made love with the Prince. Each day, the Prince fell harder as his lust go higher for Amadeus. On the thirteenth night, the Prince confessed his love to him.

Amadeus, well aware that the Prince was already in his hand, asked him to prove his words by a request.

"Give me your eye, Your Majesty. If you truly love me, you'll grant my small request."

The Prince, drunk by lust on Amadeus, immediately grabbed a dagger.

"Oh, no, Your Majesty, with your bare hands," Amadeus crooned as he slowly massaged the Prince's balls.

Shaking with lust, the Prince put his left hand over his left eye.

"Don't hesitate, your Majesty," Amadeus said as he started to pump the Prince's manhood.

The Prince pressed two fingers deeper until he could scoop his eye out, all the while letting shrieks not wholly because of pain, but also because he was reaching climax. And as his cum started to squirt out from him, so was his eye.

As his orgasm subsided, he held his eye towards Amadeus and asked again to accept his love.

"No."

That word rang in the Prince's ears and he started to shriek. He grabbed his dagger but Amadeus was swifter and took a-hold of it first and slashed the Prince's throat. Amadeus watched as the Prince tried to stop the blood from gushing out of his throat.

"Are you happy now?" said the voice.

Amadeus looked up and saw Ellyxir eyeing the dying Prince emotionlessly.

"Yes," said Amadeus.

"Then come." Ellyxir held his hand. Black flames like shadow tendrils began to emanate from him. Great wings of black fire appeared on his back.

Amadeus took his hand. "Where to?" he asked.

The moment he grabbed Ellyxir's hand, he dissolved and became an orb the color of blood.

"To Hell, of course," Ellyxir said to himself as he admired the darkness of the orb.

"What a tasty, tasty meal."

FIN