Summary:
Tord takes out his anger and he finds himself wanting the the obedience of his servants.
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Tord knew that he should have stopped deluding himself a long time ago.
Just when Tom told him to go away the first time around; he shouldn't have allowed the Brit back into his life and remained neutral with him as much as possible. With what has happened, Tord knew that his relationship with Tom would be something irredeemable.
The anger he felt for the Brit this timeline during such an age would be much worse than the anger he felt for Thomas during the same age in the previous timeline. His anger and hatred were far too real that Tord found himself falling further into his more violent and destructive bouts of magical accidents or emotionally influenced mana outbursts.
Things were now getting broken left and right. While at certain moments his chest would ache with guilt and sadness for some of the things that Tom said were true. He was the one to cause the deaths of his friends. He was cruel, violent and selfish. He ended up killing so many lives due to his whims and orders.
Tom was right in a sense.
And yet, the thing inside of him would boil over in fury. While his mind would be emotionally detached as it planned the numerous and various ways it could hurt the eyeless brunet up to the point that Tom himself would regret his very existence.
Tom was right to say he was a monster.
With him being a monster then he should be able to ignore Tom and hurt him when the need comes, right?
This person isn't his Thomas.
This person would never be the Thomas who loved him with all his heart.
So, it wouldn't be that bad to injure him and even make him rue the day that he was even born. He was just a monster and what he felt and thought these past few months had been a truth that he just kept hidden at the back of his mind.
Tom didn't deserve him nor did he deserve Tom.
They would never be for each other so Tord finally made up his mind.
"Don't worry, Tom. Since you said that you knew that I was monster, I might as well stop hiding under a façade and make your life a living hell in the future," Tord threateningly promised and a burst of purple lightning flowed out of his body.
A sudden loud scream was then heard and a scorched corpse was now in front of the impassive face of the Norski. The body of Tom's look-alike was now burnt to a crisp and Tord simply stared at it as his anger came down to a simmer.
Flexing his fingers, the purple arcs of lightning slowly diminished its presence until it disappeared. That said, the freezing ice that he was unwittingly spreading out was getting stronger. Tord then took a deep breath to control himself and ceased the ice from encasing the whole room.
"I see that your anger still hasn't even decreased, my lord," a masculine voice commented which got the silvernette turning to the speaker.
Black hair and amber eyes hidden behind silver rectangular glasses were a few of the notable features that this current servant of his had. Tall and handsome, Claudius Faust was an android he had made to be the perfect butler and servant. That said, compared to Sebastian, he likes the other raven more since the red eyed android was keener into following his wishes and commands in an above and beyond matter. That, and Sebastian wasn't the type to comment on and question things unless absolutely necessary.

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