Love, Your Killers [poly BL] ✔︎

FIVE;

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There stood a shirtless god, a knife in one hand, my impending death in the other. Prince threw his head back, his emerald eyes sparkling in delight, "Parental guidance strongly advised, Prince's premier movie is 'To Kill An Ace'."

I took slow steps back, afraid to tempt the monster. But showing reluctance to be near him ignited a fire in his moss green eyes, burning down the forest in search of his pray. For every step I took backward, he took two steps forward until his chest was pressed against mine, my knee's backed against the bed.

Prince cocked his head, an innocent look playing on his face, "Whoops," he suddenly loomed over me, his thighs stranding me and his hands pushing down my shoulders. "My hands are just itching for something dangerously deathly." He laughed out through gritted teeth, his smile anything but sweet.

Trying to escape his grasp was no use, his body was fast and agile and I'm trapped in his lion den. "Prince, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I prom-"

Something silver past my head, white exploding in the air, tickling my nose as the soft white feathers lowly fell to the sheets. "I fucking dare you to promise me, doll face," he spat out, the white fathers in his hair making him look like a god. A God of killing angels as he ripped them wing from body. "Promises are made to be broken."

"Just like how you promise to kill me?" It slipped before I could stop it. My eyeballs must have fallen out of their sockets and Prince must see his deer trapped in his headlights.

But I'm right, and that's what's bad about it. I won't take it back, my mouth won't let me.

Instead of using the silver scalpel that lay right next to my head, he lightly wrapped his fingers around my throat, just enough to start a dull throb. The golden metal had been placed over his nails like claws, most of them sharp enough to claw into my skin like the reminder of Prince's everlasting beauty. But pretty isn't everything.

"I promised to kill you," he muttered more to himself, his eyes glazed over in thought, "Me, myself, Prince." He smiled, looking down at me, stars dancing in his eyes. "Oh, I'm going to hurt you so bad." He threw his head back, his chest shaking at how hard he was laughing.

"Prince, this isn't right." I cried, his hands digging deeper into my flesh.

Prince barked out a laugh, his emerald eyes nothing but a dark void. "And you think you're right? Nothing's right," He shook his head, hiding his face from me. "We are nothing more than a speck in the universe. Special is dead and being dead is a life no one has ever lived. People are killed and I don't care, they're dead. We are going to fucking die, Ace, and no one will ever remember anything." He lifted his head up, tears streaking down his face like a waterfall.

He gulped, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. "I work so hard to become something yet I'll always be nothing."

No matter what he says, no matter what he does. He ruined lives, lives that no one will remember. Only lives that never existed in the first place. He is murder, Prince Bourgeois Clemence is a killer who feels.

Tentatively reaching a hand out, I pressed my palm to his tan cheeks. His glossy green eyes snapped open, wearily leaning into my palm. "You shouldn't say that," I mumbled, worried he would reprimand me for controlling him.

Words might not be believable but pity for power is another thing.

"I shouldn't." He smiled, rolling next to me, the knife separating us both. He scanned the knife, his hand reaching out. But instead of grasping the knife, his hand wrapped around mine, "I'm supposed to hurt you, you know that right, pet?"

I couldn't hide the tremors in my fingertips, the shallow breaths that I tried to hide. It wasn't easy to forget and Prince knew that. "I-I know." It wasn't even audible yet Prince had heard, the way his hand tightened around mine, whether it be he was scared that I would leave or maybe part of him was human, it was hard to tell.

"He won't care, he knows that everything I do has a reason." He leaned over to a side table, rustling about for something, the sound of metal in metal scaring me.

This isn't going to be good, pity won't stop him.

He turned to look at me, sorrow in his deep green eyes, "This has to stay on, pet, otherwise they'll be consequences," He still wouldn't show me, the ecstatic smile on his face the opposite of my own.

"Prince, what do you-"

He pressed his finger to my lips, placing a chaste kiss to my forehead as he leaned in closer. His body was flush against mine, his hands skilfully slipping the knife out of the sheets as he moved to hover over me. Something flashed in his eyes before he hid it once more, something cold wrapped around my throat, not giving me time to escape.

"No, please! Prince, please don't do this!"

Prince crawled off the bed, his eyes inspecting my neck.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a red-cheeked raven-haired boy with dull ocean eyes. Waves upon waves crashing together, the salty bitter tears with ocean eyes not enough to drown me in. This boy had a collar wrapped around his neck, something I didn't have a day ago.

It was like a small band around my throat, shiny and gold, polished to perfection. It had a three red sapphire lined across it, no doubt the color specially picked for its unique and memorable color. A color that they see a lot of. Engraved in the collar were two names.

Property of Kairos Lucien.

On the other side of the band;

Property of Prince Bourgeois Clemence.

Everything was theirs for the taking.

Prince has made his way to the door, whatever sign of despair that he wore had left, now replaced with a Cheshire Cat smirk. "Pity is not power, it's pain. For you." With that he stormed away, the door slamming shut with a trail of manic waves of laughter escaping him.

I fell back into the bedsheets, the smell of Prince everywhere. The strong smell of star berries and chocolate uncaring my nostrils, lulling me to sleep. The last on my mind, 'Pity is not power, it's pain'.