The Grand Highblood stands in front of you. He stares at you with his indigo eyes. You find it hard to look away. You have always loved the color purple and its many shades but the purple-like colors of the Grand Highblood's eyes were simply gorgeous yet quite frightening. You stand there looking into his eyes for what seemed to be forever. He grabs your wrist with a painful grip and throws you at the blood painted wall. It had many shades of blood on it. You hit the wall with great force. The impact was not enough to cull you but enough to knock the breath out of you. You fall to the floor coughing up a [insert color] colored blood. After a few minutes of coughing you take your sleeve and wipe the blood you had coughed up off of your mouth. The Grand Highblood is not amused. Hearing him call in one of his guards, you shift slowly into the nearest corner. The guard grabs your wrist and pulls you from the bloodied floor to your feet. You are taken to what seemed to be a small dark prison like cell. The guard throws you in and locks the door before walking off. It's too dark so you are reduced to crawling around, not seeing what was around you. You find a small blanket on the floor. You take the blanket and crawl into the corner, wrapping yourself in the smelly blanket. Hell, you don't even know if you should sleep but you decide you need to. You feel your eyelids slowly closing and you give in to the temptation of wanting to sleep.
You are awaken from your sleep and carried back to the room covered in blood. The guard places you in front of the Grand Highblood. He stares down at you waiting for something. You remain silently looking down but occasionally staring up at him blankly. You sit there for a while. He stands up. You blink, remaining as quiet as you had been since you have been here. He lets out a frustrated grunt and sits back down. You look down at the floor and see a small puddle of [choose color] blood. You put the tip of your index finger in the small puddle and drag your finger across the floor, making a small [color] trail with the blood over the already-dried blood. You notice the Grand Highblood was watching you so you immediately stop. He laughs and leans down to look at you before he says something."WHY THE MOTHERFUCK DID YOU STOP?" You are surprised by his voice. Looking back down, you dip your finger back into the blood. He takes your hand and guides your drawing. You seemed to be drawing what looked like a smiley face. (o: He lets go of your hand. You dip your finger into the blood once more and draw the same face. You continue to draw with the blood until the small puddle is gone. The Grand Highblood notices this too. He asks a woman troll to take you and clean you up. As you left the room you had heard the Grand Highblood give you a new title other than your actual name. You were now 'His Royal Painter of the Wicked Pictures'
/ Extra ending ;;;;D /
You grew fond of the Grand Highblood, you had come to realize. You come and paint for him every day and you enjoy the Grand Highblood's presence. You start to wonder if you're developing red feelings for him but you shake your head realizing you wouldn't have a chance.
