"In Harga death is a blessing cloaked from society. A secret soon seen by those who were once blinded by the false hope of love, life, and peace. Hope doesn't exist anymore. Like the king... We will all soon go mad under his rule. His thirst for pow...
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"You have a report I hear, Brother. It better be good." He growled angrily as he approached him in the throne room. Fixing the cloak around him as his bare chest shimmered from the sweat. Only leaving his brother to believe that he had his way with one of his so called 'toys' not long ago. His hair dripped with wetness, face red from the pressure, his eyes tired, yet at the same time relaxed all while giving him a serious expression with mixed gestures.
He radiated frustration, anger. Almost like he was betrayed by someone he admired, loved. Yet he never truly loved the one who did betray him. Betrayal was a hard thing for Kalïgar to comprehend because he himself experienced something like that many, many years ago.
"The elf Prince has yet made his choice. But he knows of his father. He will come to you, I'm sure of it." He said as he crossed his arms.
"What of Bàgłivar?" Kalïgar asked.
"Besides with all of its residents gone, and most of its buildings burned to the ground. It's ours." He said with confidence. He seemed slightly agitated, uneasy and incapable of keeping still." My lord? You seem angry. Is there a problem?"
"A problem?" He looked at Kałïki with a saver glare. His lips slowly turned to a mad smirk as his eyes grew wider as he hunched his back." I'm more enraged than 'angry'. What you call anger, I call pure rage towards the little prepubescent bitch of mine who seemed to have enough backbone to lie to me about getting one of my other bitches killed! By whom I know not!" He screamed loudly. Clenching his fist once more as he threw it into the wall. Cracking the brick and rock around it. Kałïki could see the fire burning in his eyes that only grew brighter as time went by. His eyes never left his and he could tell that something bad was about to come his way, and it wasn't just pain." Let me tell you something Kałïki. Do you believe in fate?" He asked approaching him. All Kałïki could do in return was to stay in place. Frozen, and unacceptable of moving from where he stood as he tried to look professional as possible by keeping his back straight, and putting his hands behind his back as he usually did when he was calm.
Yet even there he could not hide his fear from him.
"Fate my lord? Or.. Did you mean destiny?" He asked trying to keep his voice from shaking.
As Kalïgar had gotten face to face with him, he wrapped his arms around his neck, where his hands hung loosely behind him as he slowly played with his corse, long white hair. His arms larger, almost reaching his ears from their general thickness in muscle. Giving off a sweet smile towards him as his brother gulped.
"Fate my dear brother... Fate." He said once again. Waiting for a reply from his younger brother.
"I-I don't believe in it. I believe in coincidences, but fate? I see it as a false vision of those who are stupid enough to be live in it like 'hope'." He said. Honestly, clearly and boldly to him as Kalïgar leaned in closely to him.
