Chapter 1
William landed in front of a dark Castile, his dark Castile. When he had died he had gotten the power he wanted, the power he deserved, and he was keen on using it to avenge his own death, but to do that, he would have to kill.
Murder was disgusting to him now, death was horrible and he didn't want anyone he knew go through it, and, as it turned out, he didn't want his father to go through it either.
The doors of the Castile opened, and William was greeted by his people.
They were his children, in the literal sense, and he treated them all as such, yet they were also his to control. They grew up knowing him as Master instead of father, and that was the way he liked it.
He entered his thrown room and slumped onto his thrown.
"Hello Willy dearest," Xena sat on William's lap.
Xena was a dreamer. William had wooed her and made her his, though she wasn't the brightest bulb, but that's the way William liked it.
"How'd the family reunion go?"
"Not now Xena," William rubbed his head.
"That bad hun?" Xena hopped off William's lap, "you want something to drink?"
"Water," William rubbed his eyes.
Xena pouted, "You're no fun," she skipped out of the thrown room.
"Here," a tall glass of ice water was placed on the arm of William's thrown.
William looked up into the beautiful blue eyes of Estelle.
Estelle was a cook, a good cook, William remembered the first time he had met her.
She was ten at the time, and the chef that had been teaching the new generation of cooks for the royal kitchens had come complaining about her putting in extra ingredients and ruining perfectly good recipes.
William had watched the young brown haired girl make a dish, lips pressed together with concentration, raising his eyebrows as she put in a few different ingredients here and there.
"See, see!" the chef had said angrily, "she has ruined the whole thing!"
William had silenced the raging chef and tasted Estelle's food, "it's delicious, keep up the good work," he had ruffled the young girls hair, and left the chef stunned. They had been friends ever since.
"How do always know what I need Stell?" William drank the water gratefully.
"Didn't I already tell you?" Estelle sat on the arm of William's thrown, "we have an-"
"Invisible telekinetic bla bla bla…"
Estelle laughed, "You want anything special for dinner tonight?"
"Why don't you use your invisible telekinesis to find out?" William smiled teasingly.
"Soup it is then," She hopped off the arm of the thrown.
"No," William grabbed Estelle and pulled back. She fell over the arm of the thrown and fell in his lap, laughing, "okay okay, no soup, what do you want?"
William thought, as Estelle shifted to a more comfortable position on his lap.
"What do you think we should have?" he asked Estelle, "and don't say soup."
Estelle laughed, "I was actually thinking of some sort of pasta, you do like pasta right?"
"I thought you knew me better then this Stell."
"I'm just kidding,"
"I know you are," William smiled down at Estelle, tenderly.
She smiled back, cheeks slightly red.
Xena frowned. She knew that William was just friends with Estelle, but every time he looked at her like that… she took a breath, "Willy dearest," she skipped up to William.
Estelle slid off of William's lap sheepishly, "good evening, Mistress Xena."
"Aren't you supposed to be in the kitchens?" Xena asked her distastefully.
"I guess I should be getting back, goodbye, Master William," Estelle bowed quickly to William and jogged out of the room.
"You shouldn't be so rude, Xena," William said disapprovingly.
"It's hard not to be," Xena pouted, flopping down onto her thrown,
"Especially when I come in and see her sitting on your lap like that."
"You're jumping to conclusions again," William informed her.
"Well don't let me come in and see you kissing her," Xena ordered.
"You're ridiculous," William rubbed his temples, "I need sleep, come get me when dinner's ready." He escaped to his room.
Nights sat on the steps of the Castile, Persona on, listening to the frequencies. It was all the same news as it had been that morning. How sunny it was out and what to expect this evening, when the biology program was going to start and how to sign up to be a part of it, and how there was still no sign of William since they had seen him a week ago, and still no sign of where or what he might be hiding out it… Nights took off his Persona.
"Hey daddy," Baby sat down next to her father, "could you tell me more about my brother?"
"He was nothing like you," Nights said to his feet.
"Yeah I know that," Baby shighed, "I want to know how he wasn't anything like me."
Nights laughed, "You're a grown woman now aren't you?"
"Don't change the subject," Baby said heatedly.
"You're just like your mother… you're not going to leave me too, are you?"
"Oh daddy," Baby hugged her father, "you're so depressing."
Nights laughed again, "I'm glad I have you Baby, you can always make me smile."
"I learned from the best," Baby kissed her father's cheek, "here I made you something," she gave her father a paper rose.
"You're getting better," Nights inspected the deep blue rose, "I don't have this color yet."
"I was really hoping to be consistent," Baby smiled.
"You consistency astounds me," Nights got up, "what do you think we're having for dinner?"
"Soup," Baby teased.
"Ah gross!" Nights laughed, "I sure hope not."