There we are ! Chapter 2 ! \o/ This is how I see Bel's relationship with Prince the Ripper... Something he's afraid of, and I think this is why he always has an illusionist with him... But that's my point of view, you don't have to share it ^^
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Crimson. Everything was crimson. Crimson, the color of blood. Prince the Ripper was back, he had just awakened from a long sleep. It had been three years he had not shown. This idiot Belphegor had become cautious, unwilling to sink into a devastating madness. This was the reason he needed an illusionist with him : he didn't want to be wounded. But that was before, Prince the Ripper was back. Looking at his bloody hand, he started to laugh. Blood ! He needed blood ! The first time he appeared, the entire Royal Palace was stained with blood. He wanted to do it again. To see this fluid spreading on the floor, to see his victims looking at him without understanding.
He rushed down the corridor. His laughter echoed along the walls. He saw somebody, far from his, frail frog-hat boy. He wanted to dissect this frog.
A movement diverted him. A door opened. A man came out of his room. Tch. The frog escaped. Never mind, he would start by killing this long-haired man.
Words. The man was saying words, but Prince the Ripper couldn't understand them. He only spoke one language. Fighting language, Victory language. Blood language.
He drew near to the man who stepped back. One step back for the man, two ahead for the Prince. Victory was his.
A shot. The bullet missed his head, but it was probably voluntary. The only man who inspired fear to Prince the Ripper, the only one to led him to keep calm all those years, letting this idiot Belphegor handle alone this body, was standing in front of him. Obviously, he wouldn't hesitate a second to shoot a second time, without missing his target, this time. Prince the Ripper frown. Victory wasn't certain anymore. But hesitation was for the weak, for this idiot Belphegor. He took another step forward, knives on the hand, but a roaring stopped him once again. This stupid Lion Box Weapon. How could this man dare lead the king of animals as he had not an inch of royal blood ? That was ridiculous.
The silver-haired man shouted something. Oh, Prince the Ripper hadn't noticed two others men appeared. Lucky. The more numerous they were, the more blood would spread. They all looked exhausted, they would be some easy preys. But they also seemed aware they hadn't all their chances against Prince the Ripper, if they didn't want to kill him. And even if their boss looked like he was ready to this sacrifice, it wasn't the same for his second, who shouted again. Prince the Ripper laughed heartily. They wanted to leave him here, to leave the mansion, the time for him to calm down ! They had no escape, and they wanted to run away ! Even their boss looked to accept this idea.
Pathetic.
The lion pounced furiously on Prince the Ripper. He was going to achieve it without any hesitation, then he would take care of those cowards who were running away.
After a few minutes fight, the animal disappeared, probably called back by its owner. Prince the Ripper had another laughter ; the man obviously valued more a box weapon than his own subordinates. But it was time for them to understand that Prince the Ripper wasn't this kind of opponent you could escape from. He calmly walked towards the stairs, trotting down. He had all his time ; in the end, he would win.
Passing in front of the kitchen, he heard a noise. It was probably a mouse, but he still threw a knife. It was only when the projectile was in the air he understood he had done a mistake : the smell of gas wafted through the air from the stove badly close. Too late : when hitting the stainless steel counter, the knife made a tiny spark.
Which led to the explosion.
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