Spirit Heart

Percival Penndragon

10 years ago

Merlin Penndragon sat in a barbers chair, ready to get his hair cut. He smiled at the fact that his children, Percival and Gawain Penndragon, were no longer required to train to be assassins. He made sure to inform his father that himself and his children rejected their inheritance.

A clothe was placed around his neck as he relaxed. "Hello father." A voice called from behind him. Merlin sat up fast, but was pulled back. "Percival?" Merlin asked, not turning around. "Yes father. Now that I no longer want to be a mercenary, I've decided to become a barber." Percival replied, picking up a razor.

Merlin sat back and smiled. "Well then, just a little off the top. Cut my beard first please, that is more important." Merlin called out to his son. "Yes father. But there is something you should know." Percival replied. "What is that son?" Merlin became weary. Percival got close to his father's ear. "I'll always be a killer."

Merlin attempted to move, but Percival was quicker, slicing his father's throat fast. Merlin fell to the floor, holding his throat. Percival cleaned the razor, walking slowly to his father. He grabbed his father's head. "Oh father, you can take your son out of the family, but he will return eventually." Percival said before cutting his father's jugular, cleaning the razor and watching his father die.

When he arrived home, he found his mother, Morgana, dead in a chair. Gawain walked out from the kitchen, holding a vial. "A poison that expands the tongue. She choked to death." Gawain explained as he smiled.

A few months later, Percival and Octavious was training, when Percival fell to the ground in defeat. "You'll never outsmart me Percival. You're to simple." Octavious said, reaching his hand out to Percival, who knocked it away. "I'll best you one day." Percival replied.

One month ago

Percival sat down in his chair waiting for dinner. "You're still in Spirit Heart, brother? Why?" Gawain asked, confused. "I like being Izuku. And that Chris Styles. Such a broken person he is. A fun toy that never seems to bore me." Percival replied as dinner arrived. "Chicken Noodle Soup sire." The chef said, happily placing the plate in front of Percival.

Percival sniffed the soup, seemingly enjoying the aroma before snapping his hands. The guards suddenly grabbed the chef and Gawain, holding them down. "What is the meaning of this?!" Gawain called out in anger. Ignoring his brother, Percival picked up the bowl and forced the soup down the chef's throat.

The chef swallowed the soup and began to immediatly choke. "The poison you used to kill our mother. Perhaps you should've placed it in the soup yourself. He placed to much. I could smell it." Percival said as the chefs body went cold, foam coming from his mouth.

Gawain laughed. "You found me out. Only one of us can have the fortune." Percival sighed. "I was willing to share it evenly. Open his mouth." Percival replied. The guard's forced Gawain mouth open and placed a gun, preventing him from closing it. Percival pulled out a razor and chuckled. "I used this to kill father. Now I'm going to use it to cut out your tongue. Then, we play with Chris IRL. Unfortunately, you won't survive our playtime."

Now

"Click no Frewby. Percival is my problem." Chris called out to Frewby, pulling out his blade. Staring at the man who put him in emotional as well as mental and physical turmoil, Chris pressed YES to the challenge.