The Broken Prince And His Butler [Discontinued]

chapter 10

I honestly forgot I wrote bad fanfics. Enjoy!

"Look at me." The young boy directed at his purple demon, "I have an order for you."

The triplet looked down at him, silent, waiting for his next orders reluctantly. The small boys shoes clicked with each step he look, not looking at the attention he asked for.

"Do not speak to timber or Thompson. Do not speak to anyone." The boy smiled at him, yet his eyes showed nothing but malice. "Do not speak."

The boy turned ahead, continuing to walk forward, giving one last command. "Do not make any attempt to communicate with anyone. Whether its speaking, body language, telepathy, etcetera." The boy laughed, "If you do... I'll rip your eye out."

The butler did nothing but continue walking, he had to follow this boys every order, Just like Hannah said. They did everything for Hannah.

"Timber." The prince walked beside him, the small taps came to a stop. Along with the boy standing beside the butler, who nodded. "You are to speak only to me, in whispers. You will bow down to whisper to me. You will not speak to Canterbury. You will not give any information to Thompson. And you Wont be speaking to my butler. You are only to speak to, and for me."

The demon looked at the boy, his eyes held a dull and bored expression. One full of determination, and despair. One that was sick of this world.

"Yes, my l-"

"You will only tell me the truth." The boy cut him off, "And if you lie, you will be met with punishment."

The soft taps resumed once again, as the boy walked deeper into the side mansion. He had no reason to believe his butler was here, bit he could sense it. Something was down here, Someone he knew was down here.

As alois turned down the hall, Timber lead him into the library. There, the twins both went over to one of the bookshelfs. It was old, unique, but blended in with the others. There were few books on it, very uninteresting ones. History of London, trains, architecture, things you wouldn't read normally. It was clever, such a normal bookshelf, had such a secret behind it.

The twins moved, the light weight. The bookshelf was like paper in their hands as the positioned it out the way. One of the twins walked over to the young prince, getting low enough to speak into his ear.

"Your butler had this place built long ago, to torture and take souls if he was hungry." The demon continued, "This is where he's being kept."

The young boy moved away from the butler, looking at him in disgust. "I never told you to speak to me. Or inform me." He glared at him, "Wait for the order next time, rat."

The prince started to walk down the stairs, it was a basement, to say the least. It was dark, quiet. The sounds of dripping water, and the taps of the three who were walking was all that could be heard.

It was a perfect place for murder. No witnesses, no struggle, no sound. As they neared the bottom of the stairs, a small light was visible, similar to a candles light. The small tapping of the boys shoes stopped once they arrived at the bottom.

The third demon was sitting down, messing with a metal of sorts. While his butler - the spider - was chained to a wall. Bruised, bloodied, dirty. His clothes were tattered and ripped, they were soaked and soiled from the blood he had dripping from most everywhere on his face.

Though his face was hidden, The broken prince could tell how much damage had been done to him. Yet instead of feeling fear, the young boy giggled. A small laugh had bubbled out of him as he walked toward his butler, who was still awake.

He grabbed his butler by the cheeks, clenching his index and thumb finger.

"So this is the 'punishment they gave you for disobeying me?" The boy couldn't help but laugh, his butler looked pathetic. Weak. And he felt threatened by this. "Oh but I see, its actually taking a toll on you."

The boy backed up, looking at the blood on his fingers. It wasnt his, but his butlers. It made him smile, it made him feel nice. He wanted to feel powerful.

"Timber," he looked toward the butler, smiling and putting his bloodied hand to his cheek.

"Id like to partake in torturing my butler." He giggled softly. "So hand me a knife."

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Thanks you for reading this chapter, also sorry for being dead so long. Not only did I forget this existed, I procrastinated writing this. This is not stressful or anything, but reading back, I should have really planned the plot. Oh well, if you guys have any recommendations or smth, which I doubt you do, just say so, I dont bite. Enjoy!