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A chain and a collar can imprison a nobleman, but what could entrap a devil?
Only the innocence of a fallen angel.
Once upon a time, there was...
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The room was engulfed in an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of Agenor wiping the blood off his nose. Nyx's eyes were still locked onto Agenor's face, brimming with rage.
"Nice punch," Agenor said sarcastically.
"Damn you, Agenor!" Nyx spat back, his voice filled with venom.
Without warning, Agenor lunged forward, grabbed Nyx by the collar and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. Nyx cried out in pain as his legs flailed helplessly in the air. He mustered all his strength and spat out the same words, "Damn you, Agenor!"
"Stop, Agenor! His head's still injured!" Ace interjected, his voice laced with concern.
"Get out, Ace," Agenor growled, his eyes still locked onto Nyx.
"Agenor, he's just a kid," Ace pleaded, trying to reason with him.
"I'm not a kid! And I HATE YOU AGENOR!!!" Nyx screamed, his voice filled with rage and pain.
For a moment, Agenor froze, his eyes widening in surprise. Then, he tightened his grip on Nyx's collar, causing the young man to gasp for air. Ace realized that it was best to retreat and stepped out of the cabin, closing the door behind him. He could feel the curious eyes of the crew members trying to sneak a peek at what was happening inside.
He couldn't blame Nyx for being angry - after all, Agenor had a way of provoking people like no one else. But he probably started to guess some of Agenor's thoughts. Nyx was young and impulsive, and he needed to learn how to control his emotions if he wanted to survive in this world.
Ace sighed and leaned against the door, listening to the muffled voices coming from inside. He knew he couldn't intervene. But he also couldn't help but worry about what might happen if things got out of hand. After all, Ny was a nobleman, and Agenor was not known for his mercy.
The tension inside the cabin was palpable as the two men continued to glare at each other. Agenor's hand was still gripping Nyx's collar tightly, causing the younger man to struggle for air.
"You don't thank me for anything, do you?" Agenor spat out the words, his eyes burning with anger. "I saved your friends, found someone to look after Regina, and yet you still question my authority and attack me!"
Nyx's voice was hoarse as he struggled to breathe. "Help me? Are you serious?" He gasped for air, clawing at Agenor's hand. "I can't take this anymore. Just kill me or sell me, but don't leave me in the dark about my own fate!"
"What? Kill or sell you?" Agenor's grip loosened as he looked at Nyx incredulously. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Nyx tried to speak, but the lack of air made it difficult. He continued to scratch at Agenor's hand, and finally, the Captain released him, letting him collapse to the ground. As Nyx gasped for air, Agenor wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand and glared at him with a mix of confusion and threat.
