A/N: Spur of the moment things...honestly they're quite fun to do! :D
Relativity
Gwendal von Voltaire was a man who feared nothing.
Well...relatively nothing. Of course he had things to fear, like losing him brothers, his beloved mother and the dysfunctional pseudo-family he had come to love (much more than he'd care to admit) whilst staying in Blood Pledge Castle.
Still, Gwendal von Voltaire was a man who feared relatively nothing. He had been (and was still) the general of an army. He was a skilled war veteran and possessed exemplary skill in strategic military planning. Countless lived justly perished under his blade. He was a strict disciplinarian, and was hardly partial to incompetence unless it was the demon king. He also fiercly loved all things cute and fuzzy, such admirable tolerance conveying that if adorable didn't kill him, it'd only make him stronger.
Yes, Gwendal von Voltaire was a fearsome man indeed.
It was in that same fearsome nature Gunther had found the stoic general one day practically standing on his desk, inked quill in hand and paperwork askew.
"Gwendal, what—?"
"Kill it!" was the hissed reply.
Gunther followed Gwendal's ice blue gaze and found a cockroach on the conference table fronting the desk, looking intimidatingly menacing as it was icky.
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A/N: LOL mental imagery.
