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The familiar taste of thick coppery blood was thick on his tongue as his breaths came out in thick raspy gasps.
The sharp stinging pain at the back of his head made a groan leave his lips, but not once did his grip on the man pinned underneath him falter who's struggles were growing weaker with each passing second.
His usually well maintain appearance, something he prized himself on was an utter mess.
Sweat made the long silky strands of his once immaculately styled hair stick to his face, his clothes disheveled and torn in some places.
His eyes wide , the slits in them dilated to the extent he looked like a wild animal.
Wasn't this ironic ?
Him. the prized jewel of high society, a beloved, feared and respected man.
The future emperor at one point in his life.
Reduced to this instinct driven beast.
But he didn't care.
He couldn't care.
After so many life times of failing over and over again and drowning deeper in despair, he finally had something to want.
To need.
To own.
And as he stared down into the fearful eyes of this beautiful creature he knew nothing.
Absolute nothing.
Not even the gods themselves would stop him from having it.
Form having him.