Demigods singing {PjO/HoO fanfic}

Epilogue pt. 2

-NOTE-

This epilogue does not continue the karaoke storyline like the previous one, but expands and bridges this book to the sequel "The Time Before". It will fill in the gaps of Leo's "awakening" of his past and a key part of the plot in that book. You do NOT have to read this if you are not interested in "The Time Before."

Echoing footsteps, clear as bell, rang for miles in the room they were trapped in. The floor mirrored what was happening and captured the terrified faces and tears that he loved so dearly seeing. If only he could freeze them in time like that, the young--and soon, so soon, to be king--prince held back on his knees. Arms shackled and pulled at uncomfortable position behind him, legs and ankles bolted to the ground, and a piece of cloth gagged him. He looked helpless. Weak. Vulnerable where he was, unable to protect the woman he fell for and the kingdom he was going to swear himself too. 

The the young titaness wasn't too bad looking herself. Her arms pulled high above her head and shackled, ankles had celestial bronze cuffs wrapped tightly around them and bolted her to the reflective floor. Tears trailed down her caramel skin and left small stains on the dress she made herself. She too looked helpless. Weak. Exposed to every whim and desire the man had with her, but she could do nothing to stop it. 

"I never tire seeing you like this, your highness," He spoke. His deep voice carried a sadistic kind of joy and envy. "Chained to nothing and powerless against me. It is a treat, you know."

The prince, still wearing the clothes he wore to the coronation ball, glared at him. Ice blue eyes dripping with malice, hatred, and glowing with revenge. Revenge for the deaths of his three closest friends, for the threat he made against his planet and kingdom. Revenge for all he has done to the daughter of Gaea that endured every sinister touch and kiss and wound placed on her because he wouldn't do as the man said. 

"It is also a treat having her here as well," He said and walked to the daughter of Gaea. His hand caressed her face gently and held her chin so that her multicolored, glossy and tearful, eyes forcefully locked to his purple ones. "Able to gaze and graze every part of her. Of course, that's what you want to do to her, huh, little prince?" He looked to the restrained prince that never released his glare at him. "You want to do all that I'm doing but with her permission, and yet you can't, because you'll never get to."

Somehow the gag around his head fell and stained his chin with his own saliva. It fell to his chest leaving his mouth open and free to speak. "What do you want from us? From me?"

"That is the big question now isn't it," He let go of her chin and walked around her, entangling his fingers in her curls she spent hours perfecting for this night. Though, the night she was hoping for, and not this torture. "Why do I trap you here and kill the biggest threats that I have? Because this is not how I envisioned my creation to bloom."

The prince looked curiously at the man, still enraged that he trailed his hands at the women he loved. What threat could he impose on him? He didn't even know who this man was, but he gave the same feeling of power and command his own father had in him. If he squinted, the prince could see similarities between his father and this man. The same jawline he himself inherited and widow's peak in his hairline, but also the same mischievous grin when he was getting what he wanted. The same deep and intimidating voice that commanded respect and attention; the same deathly glare to his enemies and foreboding laugh. 

"Young prince, I made this universe so that life could be unyielding to the impossible," He said finally stepping away from the lady that flinched to his every touch. "So that flora and fauna could finally thrive in a place where no one threatened them; but my brother, your father, sought to give order in my beautiful chaos.