the show must go on, (c)

with his bare skin pressed against the rough surface of the masonry, the dark haired sadist watched as puffs of white vapor rose into the air, fleeing further and further away from him until the smoke dissipated. pale lips curved into a rueful smirk as he allowed the addictive substance infiltrate his lungs, and despite his fickle nature, azar lacked the ability to disregard the nicotine, foolishly continuing to support his rapidly heightening reliance upon the tobacco product. slender digits released the cancerous object and watched as the carefully rolled paper descended toward the ground, barely creating a sound as it collided with the familiar floor. the entire building carried an imposing aura due to the dilapidated state of the building and due to the haunting screams that seemed to echo through the nearly deserted building.

the residents of raduga managed to forget their past, turning their back on their history and allowing themselves to succumb to fallacious peace; however, due to his interest in stirring mayhem and leaving devastation in his wake, the reigning colorless king devoted a portion of his spare time to investigating the roots of the kingdom, finding ancient journals from deceased aristocrats and sneaking into the heavily guarded library of the current vasiliás. his prying proved to be child’s play as he quickly obtained the information that he sought, locating vague references to the colorless clan and silver clan, but the true victory arrived with his discovery of ancient prisoner logs, which referred explicitly to the jail residing upon the island of fehér. despite his antagonistic beliefs, he decided to utilize the forgotten prison as his base, building his empire from the hollowed halls of departed criminals.

insular chuckles escaped him as the memories assaulted him; however, a high pitched scream resounded through the decrypt building, reverberating off of the stone walls and eliciting a delighted grin from the psychopath. calloused palms pressed against his chosen crutch, pushing himself away from the stationary object. the pained exclamations garnered his immediate attention, so his bare feet padded silently down the hall, expertly avoiding his discarded cigarette and jutting pieces of stonework. echoed remnants of the sound played continuously within his mind as he decreased the distance between himself and his objective, but as he prepared himself to interrupt the situation unfolding behind the closed door, he sensed an approaching foe.

his body reacted instinctively, fingers wrapping securely around the hilt of a silver dagger and releasing it in the direction of the incoming threat. obsidian hued eyes immediately shifted from his destination, focusing instantly on the figure that dared to emit a lethal aura of rage and killing intent. dark brows furrowed as recognition dawned upon his features, which twisted into an expression of strained amusement. with three strides, he crossed the distance separating himself from his toy and reached out to grab the blonde’s chin, fingers pressing harshly against the fragile jaw. his other hand vanished for a moment as he sought another of his daggers from the depths of his tattered clothing.

faint rays of sunlight caused the silver dagger to gleam menacingly as he revealed it to his pet. the blade shifted closer until the tip rested against the younger male’s cheek, pressing lightly against the unblemished skin as azar contemplated how to proceed. his kitten obviously required further conditioning if he continued to attack him, and despite the amusement garnered by the fair haired strain’s rebellious nature, the blackette wanted to see his slave writhing in pain, submitting to him without the usual snide remarks and hate filled glares. i think we will recommence your training, lulu, he whispered with his lips brushing against the other’s ear. you’ve been such a bad kitten after all.

TAGGED LAFAYEL IDLI
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NOTES you asked for this.

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