Raizel ran a hand down the length of the chain (which was an entirely unnecessary measure, but he supposed that protocol needed to be observed despite the fact that the prisoner in question was his own, loyal, and much beloved human pet), subsequently turning over his pet's hands to examine either palm, which was grotesquely disfigured with burns and marred with welts that looked like they had been etched by a modern razor (in reality, it had been a stone-age-esque obsidian blade). In the typical Lukedonian fashion, his hands had been disfigured as a symbolic measure, in a distinctly humorous, mocking representation and symbolism of his deeds. Frankenstein continued to stare at them in vague amusement. Nobles had their own ways, he supposed.
Seconds, minutes, hours passed before Raizel motioned him over, patting his lap, expression unchanged.
He ran a hand/his hand down the length of the chain (An entirely unnecessary measure, but he supposed that protocol needed to be observed despite the fact that the prisoner in question was his own, much beloved pet), subsequently turning over his hands to examine
He ran his thumb over either palm, grotesquely disfigured with burns and marred with welts that looked like they had been etched with - by a modern razor.(in reality, it had been a stone-age-esque obsidian blade). In typical Lukedonian fashion, his hands had been disfigured as a symbolic measure/in a distinctly humorous representation/symbolism of his deeds. Frankenstein continued to stare at them in vague amusement.
leaned his head against his fist/lifted his head from his fist and patted his lap, motioning him over
seconds, minutes, *hours* passed before R decided to act/finally motioned him over, patting his lap, expression unchanged. He pushed himself to his feet and carefully made his way over to him/careful not to trip over the length of the chain.
He would never forgive Frankenstein for necessitating his own destruction, and for inflicting it upon himself before he had a chance to intervene. He released the corpse, before angrily pushing it up against the wall, slamming it repeatedly until indentations was visible against the lifeless skin.
And Raizel wept.
"Frankenstein, kneel."
Frankenstein obeyed easily (there was no force of compulsion behind the command), hands faintly trembling behind his back. The guilt was overwhelming and he kept his head and gaze averted.
"But Frankenstein, Frankenstein it is too late."
"Master, I am sorry..."
Raizel sighed deeply.
"Master?"
"..."
Let your will be done.