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(15) Red Christmas [Part 2]

It was amusing.

It was utterly amusing how people assumed that he would just let Tom's death go unpunished and move on like nothing happened.

True, he may not have loved the Brit. Nonetheless, his feelings of sentiment and connection for the man ran farther than any other friend or family he had.

He may have not loved him. But he still cared for him.

Which was why, as preposterous as it sounded, he had his army's doctors tend to Tom's corpse and make sure he looked like he was still alive as much as dead the brunet may be. He instructed them to heal Tom's wounds even it meant placing Tom in the new healing solution that he had made that can even regrow body parts and after which place the Brit in a cryogenic chamber for preservation and safety keeping.

He made sure that Tom was well taken care of in the few hours of his return before turning to his men with a mask of impassiveness. "Tell everyone in our army, for anyone who has any French citizenship or lineage, renounce your identity immediately or face the consequences of your homeland's betrayal," he ordered in cold fury as he walked with Patryck and Paul; the two trailing behind him in subservience and regret.

"Tord, you shouldn't do this," Patryck weakly advised as he could feel the dangerous aura that the shorter man was radiating with.

"And what? Let those idiots spit on the fact that they thought that they killed me? Let them spit on the very fact that they killed Tom?" Tord asked with icy liquid fury as he stopped on his steps and waited for an answer.

"No. Tord's right in this, Pat. We should let France face the consequences of their betrayal and make the others understand that we would not tolerate such similar acts in the future," Paul intoned as he glared at his lover down and opted to openly support Tord's decision.

"But—"

"They had it telecasted in international television that announced my death, Patryck. What can you not understand about that?"

"I'm sorry, Tord. I mean, I just assumed that you weren't thinking well because Tom died to protect you," Patryck apologized earnestly before giving the Norwegian a slight squeeze at the shoulder for encouragement.

Which unfortunately for the tall Pole was a wrong move as currents of purple lightning warningly zapped out of him and had him taking back his hand at being shocked by the current. Before him, frost seemed to grow out of Tord's feet and the darkness of the corridor they were in in was only getting darker.

Tord finally turned in their direction to look at them and both the trailing men gasped at what they saw. The scars on the silvernette's face were visibly and rapidly healing; the patch that was covering his empty eye socket was glowing bright green in tandem with Tord's visible green eye.

A low growl then began to sound out as Tord threw the now unnecessary eye patch on his face to reveal a fully healed right eye that has the same cat slits as the other. "What do you mean by not thinking well because of Tom!? Are you saying that I shouldn't do anything for his sake!?" Tord snarled in righteous anger as he stared at the two men in front of him.

Patryck at those words turned away in silence and in fear while Paul merely stared back at the horned man's glowing eyes and patiently waited for an order.

This then had Tord laughing in hollowed amusement and had Patryck temporarily dismissed from command as it appears like the man would not perfectly follow his orders. While, he had Paul follow him back to the command center and gather all of their generals and executive officials.

"You're quite rather controlled," Tord commented as his anger for the Polish man's mistake simmered.

"I understand how you feel," the Dane answered back and continued, "After all, if it were me in your shoes and Patryck had died, I would be giving the same order in the disguise of the consequence that France would get for mocking us."

"Then it means you're fine about me ordering the end and destruction of a whole nation? You're fine with what I'm about to do?"

"If it's what makes you happy, I'll support until very end," Paul declared with certainty and smiled at his hurting leader. He smiled at his hurting friend and promised that he would help him as much as he could.

Smiling cruelly as he arrived at the meeting room, Tord watched as his generals and rest of his Army and the Empire's executives were awaiting his command.

"Tonight, before Christmas ends. We will show France that today marks their end and the it would be known in history as how their fall and destruction happened because of their folly and greed.

Today would be marked in history as Red Christmas for the death of their nation and the death of Thomas Rodgewell which they had caused. Today, before the clock strikes twelve midnight, France shall burn and they would be no more." Tord ordered with absolute contempt and malice.

Facing forward, Tord waited as his orders were being followed and France finally burned.

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It was beautiful.

Watching the snow fell on Tom as they were viewing the sunset and the last remaining light of the sun was bathing the brunet in an almost ethereal red glow.

The sight was so beautiful that Tord was starting to dismiss the fact their Christmas this year was so shitty. After all, the Brit was currently smiling here in front of him as they were standing on a snow-covered cliff that was close to the base that they currently had in France.

Whatever happened earlier all seemed to not matter as Tom pulled him in an embrace and kissed him just the way he liked. The kiss was neither too rough nor was it too soft. Tom was only entangling his tongue with him in some kind of elaborate dance and sucking it from time to time that had Tord moaning in pleasure.

As such, Tord's knees buckled and the Norwegian had to hold on to the Brit's broad shoulders while Tom cradled his head with one hand and his waist was wrapped in another. The sensation of being held in such a manner was a bliss to the silvernette as the pleasure he felt seemed to increase proportional to the breath he was losing.

And just right when he thought he was going to lose consciousness because of the pleasure something unexpected happened.

Tom forcefully pushed him down the cliff and as he looked up; Tord ended up staring in horror as Tom was now sporting a gaping hole in his chest and blood was spurting out of his mouth.

A lone green gem like eye widened in pain and anger at the sight that Tord screamed, "Tom!!!"