stabbing in the dark ~fransykes~

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"Your highness, I come with very important news-"

"Leave. I don't want to hear it." The new king of hell sighed, rubbing his aching face with his tattooed palm. He sat longed across his throne, legs thrown over the side of the black and purple frame with gold seams. He looked down at the servant in disinterest, reverting his gaze back to the empty throne next to him where his focus had been before.

The castle hall was extravagant; large stained glass windows casting light across the two thrones and dark wooden floors, drapes of gold, red and purple cascading down from the painted ceiling, a slim red carpet leading from the ancient stone doors all the way up to where the king sat proudly. In each corner was a tall candle stand, burning the smell of rose water into the air.

"Master, please forgive me for persisting, but it is about your chosen one." The servant squirmed uncomfortable, recoiling from the intensity of the kings deathly stare. Oliver swung just legs around, the sound of his boots crashing against the floorboard making the servant jump, as he turned to face forward again.

"What about him? Huh, spit it out." The king seethed. He had forbidden the servants from talking about him many months ago, the mention of his name like a stab to the heart every time. No one had dared to even breath a word about the topic since, fearing the consequences of the kings unpredictable anger.

"He's awake sir."

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Josh stumbled out of the mysterious room, his legs unsteady and wobbly, leaving him an unbalanced mess. He grasped onto the hallway banister, looking down the empty, vast hallway with wide eyes. The walls were painted a dark purple, the floor tiled in a red and black pattern. He was confused. Lost. Unaware of where he was or how he got here, he quickened his pace down the hallway, his breathing laboured in panic as he glanced around him in fear.

His memories were pretty fuzzy, but they were slowly coming back to him piece by piece, the puzzles picture becoming more and more clear as he continued on.

Darth. Nothing. Hospital. Angels. Knife. Danger.

Now where was he? This defiantly wasn't the hospital, nor was it any place he had been before. He looked down at his pale body, feeling a chilling breeze wrap around his spine as he realised he was just in boxers. Where were his clothes? The last thing he could remember wearing was a white hospital gown, it's touch so gentle he could hardly feel it.

White. So much white.

He stumbled on, his heart pounding as his chest heaved, his breath caught in his throat. Finally he reached another door in the unnecessarily long hallway, causing hope and curiosity to stir within his chest. He hesitantly grasped the dark, stone handle, turning it clockwise until the door swung open with a creek. Peering around the doorframe, he couldn't help but do a double take on what he found inside.

The room was empty, barren of light expect for one small slit window which shone down on the only thing in the room: a singular stone podium. On top of the podium was two royal blue pillows, one empty whilst the other held a golden crown. Josh moved closer as if he was enchanted by the pure beauty of the crown; it's gold base woven around a series of diamonds, emeralds and pearls all of different colours and sizes.

He reached out to touch it, grazing his fingers gently across the jagged edges of the diamonds before the smooth surfaces of the pearls. He trailed his fingers across it further, almost jumping when his palm rubbed against something else. With a small gasp he peered down, his eyes now fixed on a small velvet covered box which lay in the middle of the crown. Delicately, he picked up the small silver box, flicking it opens to reveal a gold band inside with a massive navy diamond which glistened in the light.