"Freedom of choice? Of course I believe in that! Choose - Servitude in life, or servitude in undeath!"
"Your plans aren't the most appreciated thing around her, father," Nicholas mused. "Haven't you ever heard of freedom of choice?"
The man in front of Nicholas grinned with amusement. He turned around, leaning over and picking up the basketball on the floor, dribbling it gently. The noise annoyed Nicholas greatly, but he bared it with gritted teeth. "Oh, my boy, you are foolish. I admire your beliefs. I envy your innocence. But you should know that what you wish to achieve is nigh impossible."
Nicholas whistled gently, a mass of blue fur with wings and eyes swinging in. With its teeth, it held a key, dropping it into Nicholas's hand. "Thank you, Woobat." He walked toward a small box on a table in the corner of his bright room, sat down and unlocked it. He flipped open the top and pulled out a few photos.
He saw a picture of a black-haired woman holding a bundle, strands of green hair poking out of the blanket it was wrapped in. He recognized this to be his mother holding him. The Goddesses themselves stood beside her, one on her left with radiant eyes and pink hair, another on her right with knowing eyes and blond hair: the midwives of the Harmonia home, who Nicholas considered his true parental figures. Smiling faces were across the board.
"Mother. I want to know where she is, father. She would not deny me my beliefs."
The man cackled wildly. "Ah, my boy! You think I deny you your beliefs? I only stand for realism! Freedom of choice? Of course I believe in that! Choose - Servitude in life, or servitude in undeath! You were born for me - you are not much more than a boy without a true human heart. You have a child's. But you will be our King. Now come, Nicholas - or shall I say, N? It is time for the crowning!"
Short, I know. More than anything written solely because I saw that title quote somewhere and had this idea for a short one shot. =|
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