***UPDATE! AMAZING RIGHT?***

ANYWAY, sorry if this is a little wonky. I had it saved in word for a while.

Saw a comment on adding some lemon. DON'T WORRY. IT WILL HAPPEN SOON.

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Anyway...ENJOY THE NEW CHAPTER!

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Darkleer stared up at the snow falling down onto his watch tower. It was beautiful. He mustered a light smile until he heard the faint chimes of an intruder. One chime for a breach, two chimes for an intruder, three for a group, four chimes for no mercy. "The walls have been breached." He muttered under his breath as he looked around the area from his watch tower. There seemed to be nothing, at first, until more chimes were heard.

The situation was getting even more troublesome. Darkleer paced around the watch tower as he kept an eye out for the intruder. An arrow shot passed his face and cut his cheek. The blue liquid flowed from the wound as he crouched down with his bow and arrow drawn. He heard the footsteps of the other guards as they searched the surrounding area.

The sound of chimes filled the air. That made it three. There was a group, but they were obviously agro. The cold winter air whipped up his hair as he felt the cold chill hit his wound. Darkleer leaned up from the ground to check the area, another arrow was fired, and he hit the ground before the arrow could catch him.

He heard one of his fellow guardsmen as he stood up and looked over the side. "WE GOT THEM ALL!" Darkleer gave a thumbs up and waved at his fellow guards as he watched them walk off. The blue blood knew there was one more. He kept his guard up as he casually acted like the task was done. The hidden intruder scaled the watch tower in order to get to Darkleer. This made him easy prey.

The intruder huffed with his blade drawn. He had blood lust in his eyes. He lunged out at Darkleer; he simply replied by dodging the messy thrust. The intruder grabbed Darkleers hair as he dodged and whipped him around with speed. Darkleer spun into the cold stone wall within seconds. This intruder was fast.

The cloaked intruder pressed their blade against the blue bloods neck. "WHERE IS DISCIPLE?" The blue blood was severely confused and looked at the intruder with a smirk. "Why? What do you want with her?" The cloaked one pressed the blade even closer to the blue bloods neck and pierced his flesh lightly. "IT IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN WHAT MINDFANG WISHES!"

Within that moment, he grabbed the wrist of the intruder, and flipped them onto their back. The cloak flipped up to reveal a cerulean blood. His clothes were tattered and torn. He also reeked of the vile alcohol and the ocean.

"Darkleer, are you all right?" He held down the cerulean blood and waited for his fellow guards to come assist. "I have another intruder in my possession!" He glared at the intruder as he held him down. The cerulean blood just smirked and laughed. "Whatever he wants, she wants, and that's how it has to be blue blood!"

Those words echoed in his mind as he watched the other guards take care of the cerulean scum. What did the cerulean blood mean? The blue blood was worried about everyone in the castle right now. Then it finally hit him. Mindfang wants whatever HE wants… He made his way down the tower corridors to find the High Blood at once. The pirate was challenging the Grand High Blood's walls. This wasn't going to end well for anyone.

The pirate was challenging the High Blood.

The Grand High Blood woke up in a lovely mood but now he just wanted to kill everything in sight. The rage subsided when he looked over to the sleeping body right next to him. The purple blood leaned over carefully has he hovered his ear over her mouth. Did he kill her in his sleep? Is she just another death to add under his belt? He felt slightly sick as he waited to hear any life escape from her lungs.

The purple blood was holding his breath. He didn't even realize it until he heard the olive blood sigh with a light purr. Sighing with relief, he suddenly felt light headed himself, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself. The laugh was loud and he muffled his own laughter by slammed his hands over his mouth. What a motherfucking idiot.

The olive blood groaned as she rolled over showing him her back. He was staying as still as possible. He almost woke up his new, amazingly still alive, companion. He was trying as hard as he could to quietly get off the bed. The Grand High Blood's foot was caught on the bed sheet. The look of doom came across his face when he felt himself falling to the ground. His instincts instantly kicked in as he braced his arms to fall into a pushup like position. The purple blood landed softly and pushed himself back up with great force.

Well done you motherfucking idiot. Good thing she wasn't awake.

The Grand High Blood yawned as he slicked back his wild bed head hair. The day has just started and now he had to get to work.

The Grand High Blood didn't bother taking a bath, he was just going to get covered in filth, and there was no point to waste his precious time. Without hesitation he got dress within seconds. Well, more like ten minutes. The purple blood tiptoed through the room. Opening the door slowly, he quickly slipped out of the room, and he did not wake the olive blood.

The purple blood walked briskly down the halls to the now bustling halls full of life. He listened to the servants gossip and bustle as he made his way down to his throne room. His eyes wandered over to the new blood puddles on the ground. The servants were cleaning up the blood near the throne room as he approached the massive door. What the hell happened while he was asleep. Why the motherfucking hell did the servants not wake him?

The High Blood walked into his very large throne room. He took a moment to collect himself and fill himself with rage. He practically draped himself on his intimidating throne as he tapping his claws against the arm of the chair. He was getting more and more annoyed with how long the day was. The day had only just begun!

The Grand High Blood clenched his hand into a fist and slammed it against the throne. "CAN WE HURRY THIS THE FUCK UP?!"

The servants all jumped in shock as they quickly moved along to clean the blood up. The next appointment for the Grand High Blood was going to be the same as the last. Listen to the low bloods case, get a point of view from the guards, and then kill them. It was the same process every day. Normally the Grand High Blood was happier when he was doing his duty. Now he doesn't even want to be in the room.

There was plenty of low blood offenders in line today for his judgment. The High Blood was already soaked in blood. It wasn't even high noon yet. The colorful bloods dripped off of his club as he narrowed his eyes waiting for the next low blood in line.

The High Blood rubbed his temples as he continued to get more agitated with the lot. The makeup on his face was smeared up a bit due to the blood that splashed across his face earlier. The purple blood did not care for fixing the makeup because it always ends up being messed up again anyway. The unruly hair of his, accompanied with his silhouette, the smeared make up just added to his persona, and it terrified the low bloods.

The sound of the doors opening bellowed through the throne room. The Grand High Blood leaned back and waited for his next victim to be presented to him. The sound of chains echoed as the accused made their way forward. The High Blood grew irritated as he watched the cerulean blood in chains walk forward.

The guard was a blue blood and felt nothing towards the prisoner. The guard walked up to the Grand High Blood and stood in front of the prisoner. Lowering his head he turned to the side so the Grand High Blood could get a better look at the prisoner.

The Grand High Blood leaned forward, placing his elbows onto the arms of the throne, and licked his lips. "Proceed."

The guard nodded and cleared his throat. "This cerulean blood and his group of eight breached the walls of the High Blood…" The guard looked back as he heard the chains of the prisoner make quite a ruckus. "He and his band of…pirates were under orders."

The Grand High Blood smirked and stood from his throne. "Mindfang?"

The guard nodded and looked back at the prisoner. "What shall we do with him?" The guard said quietly as he watched the Grand High Blood take his club from the side of the throne.

"I AM DOING TO PERSUADE THE MOTHERFUCKING TO TELL US MORE!"

Blood curdling screams were heard from the throne room. Darkleer could hear every bit of it. The blue blood was getting his wounds taken care of by the maids. These events took place while the Grand High Blood was sleeping and now he was finally getting to the main event of his culling.

Another blood curdling scream resonated through the halls as he felt the delicate touch of the maid as she wrapped his wounds. Darkleer gripped at his clothes as he waited. He wanted to get up and go back to his post. Darkleer did his duty and he wanted to continue his watch up on the tower. The feeling of being within the castle of the High Blood was drilling into his brain. How can he possibly keep going on like this?

The Grand High Blood swung his club, the sound of blood splattering on the ground made him grin. The cerulean blood was bright. Flicking his hand, the blood shot off his arm, and onto the wall. The tradition of painting the walls with blood still continued. It was always cleaned at the end of the day anyway.

The purple blood gripped onto the cerulean bloods chains and lifted him up to his eye level. "I could have you whipped to the bone motherfucker." The cerulean bloods cocky attitude was gone. He couldn't bare the pain any longer. "Motherfucker, tell me WHY you came here." The cerulean blood was holding onto his conscious mind. Within seconds the cerulean blood passed out from all the pain.

The Grand High Blood grunted in anger and dropped the cerulean bloods limp body. "GET HIM OUT OF MY MOTHERFUCKING SIGHT!" He turned around wiping the blood from his club as the doors closed. There were still more of the cerulean prisoners he had to interrogate.

It was most certainly going to be a long night.