A/N: Alright, let me just say this right here right now. This is my first story on this site, but that does not mean I'll get mad at you guys for judging it, because most of the time, I'll start a story, and after a while (because of school and homework and all that crap) I'll kind of forget where I was going with it, and end up not finishing it. I'll try to keep this one going, but you have been warned. Ok, thanks for reading. Please enjoy the story (it's fine if you don't, whatever) And I know it's fucking short, deal with it, I had a long day.
In the deepest, and most darkest part of the pit known as Hell, lies a monstrous mansion-if one could call such a thing a mansion. Instead of bricks and cement and stone, it had been cruelly built out of bone and ice and dried blood. The building slanted slightly to one side, as if it was about to topple over, with bits and pieces of what was most likely human flesh swayed in the non existent breeze.
It was here that the King sat in his throne, sulking. He was so bored. There was nothing interesting going on. Everything was as it should be-human's tortured, agonized screams in the far off distance, begging for mercy, for freedom, while their torturers cackled menacingly. For the torturers, who had not so long ago been the ones tortured, and knew that the relief that was death would never come, were happy to be the ones to make others suffer. And when they grew bored, their prisoners would turn to the fresh batch of souls and become the torturers. Such is the endless cycle that is Hell.
And yet, while the King did relish every second of this, he had grown bored of hearing the same thing over and over and over. When would something happen? Something interesting and new? Maybe a new toy to play with? His current pet was oh so boring. Torturing him had been fun, but now his mind was in shambles, and the pathetic thing could only curl into a ball and whisper to himself all about his nightmares. A pity. The King had hoped he would have lasted longer.
But humans are so easily replaceable.
The problem, however,was finding a human that peaked his interest enough to where he would want to play with him. Which was hard, seeing as humans were almost all the same, but there were the occasional few that caught his attention.
It was as the King was thinking of different ways to torture a new victim that there was a knock at the door. Odd, the King thought. I believe I told everyone that no one is allowed in my castle without my permission. They should know better than to disobey my orders.
The grand double doors opened, and in walked a handsome, yet cold man that the King knew quite well. The King sighed. "What do you want, brother dearest?"
The newcomer smiled, revealing his pure white and unusually (by human standards) sharp teeth. "I believe I have found something to entertain you for a while, Aldebaran."
Aldebaran gave no sign of excitement, save for a twitch of his eyebrow. "And what exactly would that be, Vesper?"
Vesper's smile widened, and he waved his hand to the person behind him, who had slipped in unnoticed, carrying a small, squirming bundle.
"Ever thought of raising children, brother?"
