Cold-hearted

After he had agreed to attend Hogwarts, he finally got his wish of going on more missions. Which was a good thing since school wasn't starting until September 1st. He never really got bored of the missions he was sent on. They were always so exciting and fun. He wasn't scared of dying, he learned to not fear it a long time ago.

Right now he was currently sleeping through yet another meeting. He knew this was an important one, like really important but his eyes just kept saying yes, when his brain kept saying no. His eyes started to droop, the image of his grandfather's figure blurring away. Well, gods be damn, he fell asleep.

"My Prince," He felt someone shaking his shoulder but he dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

"Leave me be, just a few more minutes," he groaned. The presence disappeared and with a relieved sigh he began to drift back into the realm of sleep. That was until he felt a burning sensation on his leg.

He jolted awake to see a grinning Cavum who discreetly held his wand just below the table. He debated on sending him a glare or a relieved smile as he refocused on the meeting. Guess he did fall asleep without anyone noticing because the sun had already begun to dip. Indicating that the meeting was about to end.

"Dolohov and Oscar Rook, I trust that I'll be hearing some good news two weeks from now?" Both men nodded with a determined but stoic expression.

"Now, to summarize everything for a certain someone," Crap, once he heard those words he knew he fucked up. Almost all heads turned towards him. He tried to shrug it off only to stop as a burst of laughter came from Crouch. A few seconds passed before a chorus of laughter came his way.

"Next time try not to fall asleep My Prince," Bellatrix laughed in her signature style.

"Well, it seems that I've taken way too much of your time. We shall meet again after the Quidditch cup, for now, let us go our separate ways," Simultaneously, each wizard gave a small nod before apparating away, with a few like Cavum and Oscar who merely walked out.

He groaned in embarrassment, "I didn't mean to fall asleep! I swear! I was just very… tired."

"Ah, whatever shall I do with you Perseus? Maybe a high dosage of Wideye before each meeting can help."

"That sounds like a great idea. See grandfather, even when I'm asleep I can gift you great ideas," Bursting in laughter, the two of them walked out of the empty room and followed the faint scent of Mary's cooking.

"So let me get this straight. You want me to attend the Quidditch World Cup in secret, before joining the crusade with Oscar and Dolohov as a third member? You didn't mention this in the great hall."

"Uhm, not quite, and for your information you were fast asleep. But no, I want you to attend the tournament for fun. I'm aware of how much you love this cause Perseus, but you need to have some real fun.

"But I do have fun. Dueling with wizards who work for the ministry is exciting! Who knows what they can do! For example, Mr. Dodger. He was fat, you should've seen his belly. I still wonder how he doesn't tip over due to his massive stomach. The poor guy looked like a bloated Hippo I tell you. But when I confronted him oh boy was I in for a shock. The guy can run! Of course, I got to him in just a few strides but who knew he was capable of that?!"

"Perseus-"

"Blimey! It was fucking hilarious! Although I got to give him some credit; his combo spells were pretty good," He looked over at his grandfather who looked at him patiently.

He shrugged, "What? It was a fun duel."

"Are you finally done rambling?"

"I wasn't rambling! It's the truth!"

"Just trust me on this one Perseus. Go and attend the world cup and have some fun."

"...Just attend. Ok, that seems plausible."

"Glad you see it that way," He quickly intercepted his grandfather, making him quirk a brow.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I join the hunt with Oscar and Dolohov?.." It was a long shot but hey, you gotta take your chances and so he did.

"You can try, but I've instructed both gentlemen to stop you from interfering," He was at a loss for words. His grandfather was smirking at him and all he could do was watch.

"Wha-what, how did you-"

"I've known you ever since you were just a kid Perseus. I've grown to understand you and your… unique quirks."

"There's seriously no way out of this isn't there?"

"As I said before, you need to have some fun! Real fun! Not the ones you get from hunting down all those wizards."

"If you insist," his shoulders slumped his hair blocking his eyes as the messy mass of hair fell forward.

"I'm only doing this because I care for you alright? Don't take this the wrong way Perseus. I'm happy that you're so dedicated to our cause, but you forget that you're still a kid," His grandfather patted his shoulder sympathetically before leaving to attend to other matters. They would meet again at dinner and it was up to him to take control of the atmosphere of the room.

"What do you think Kaito? Do you think it'll be fun?" The bloodhound looked up at him curiously before releasing a massive bark. "Hah! I guess that's a yes then. I know I can always rely on you bud," He proceeded to scratch behind the hound's ear which instantly got him rolling on the ground. Even after 11 years Kaito still kept his puppy side.

"Come on boy, wanna go for a walk?" The hound jumped up instantly, his tail wagging in joy. Opening the door Kaito quickly burst outside without a day's notice.

~O~

He found himself deep in thought as he pondered on his Grandfather's words. First Hogwarts, and now the Quidditch World Cup. Where exactly was he going with this? These were things he never thought he would even be thinking about, let alone even doing!

"Gods this is annoying," he cursed silently as he closed his tired eyes. Guess it would be better if he took a nap than think. He wasn't what you would call a thinker, unless if it was something he enjoyed. The sound of the leaves rustling overhead and the gentle breeze helped him find some peace. His grandfather was right, maybe he did need to find something more "normal" to associate with for fun.

He was knocked out of his musing as he heard the faint sound of footsteps, followed by a voice that jolted him awake. "Why so glum?" The voice asked. His hand instinctively went for his wand only to stop as he saw his perpetrator. It was none other than Miss Greengrass.

"Miss Greengrass," He motioned for her to sit, "What brings you here?"

"Well, my Prince. I thought I would get some peace and quiet before returning to the dueling court," She smirked which was quickly matched by his own.

"Oh gods, I forgot about that. Fine have your laugh."

"Hey! It's your fault for not even telling me." She punched him lightly on the shoulder.

"Oh, so now your punching the Dark Lord's grandson?" He smirked.

"Well. He seems like a nice guy who wouldn't do anything to harm an innocent nice girl like me," he looked at her in disbelief.

"Oh you wouldn't believe what I'm capable of…" he murmured.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Are you sure, my Prince?"

"You're never going to stop will you?" He watched as her eyes twinkled mischievously, gods what did he get himself into.

"I don't think I will… my Prince," He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

"Then what should I call you as revenge? Wait, I've got it!" A cheeky grin went on his face as he faced her his head slightly tilted back mockingly. "You won't mind me calling you Miss Greengrass forever then," This time he was the one who was laughing, "What? Don't like it? Miss Greengrass," He drawled the last words watching as her cheeked reddened in embarrassment.

"Jokes on you, I don't mind, plus, you've been calling me that ever since we met," She smirked victoriously but it seemed to hold something else that he couldn't quite catch. "I guess our Prince isn't as smart as he looks."

He looked at her appraisingly. "Did you just call your dear Prince stupid?" He watched as her cheeks reddened instantly before releasing a small snicker, "Oh relax, I don't mind," he sighed before letting out a small yawn as he stretched and leaned back.

She looked at him incredulously. "You don't? But I just told called you stupid, well not directly but still."

"I know it was just a joke so I don't mind at all," he shrugged.

"How do you know it was just a joke. For all you know I probably meant it."

He smirked slightly, "I just know," A comfortable silence filled the air as they just watched as the clouds slowly drift across the blue sky.

"You didn't answer my question earlier," He glanced her way seeing her eyes watching him softly.

"It's nothing you should trouble yourself with," he answered. As if the wind was listening a soft gentle gust of air passed by making her hair flutter in the wind. "Are you cold?" he asked her, as the throbbing feeling in his mind was pushed back just for a while.

"No, I enjoy the breeze. It's not every day you experience a nice day like this. Tell me, is your manor enchanted or something? Because I've never felt uncomfortable whenever I go outside."

"You could say it's enchanted but my grandfather never really said anything about it. I'm pretty sure we're just lucky enough to live in a place with nice weather."

"Very lucky indeed," she spoke aloud. Reaching forward, he grabbed a stray strand of hair that had been blown away by the breeze and tucked it behind her ear. Why he did it he didn't know, it was as if something new was just unlocked in his muscle memory.

"There, now you can see the clouds properly," She looked at him gratefully before they settled into a peaceful relaxing silence.

"They're beautiful aren't they?"

"Yes, yes they are," He never really had time to relax. Thinking about it he found himself wondering when was the last time he really got to relax properly. He was always out in the fields every day of the week. The closet he got to relaxing was probably whenever he drank some coffee at Charlie's café, or when Kaito needed a walk.

"They seem so close, sometimes I would imagine myself grabbing a handful before taking a bite…" she paused, "What do the muggles call those sweet clouds in a cone?"

"Cotton candy?"

"Yes, cotton candy. Have you ever tried one?"

"Hmm, once or twice. I don't really like sweets that much too much sugar."

"Bummer, I wish I can try one."

"Maybe you can, I don't have any plans right now. So if you want we can go to the muggle world and walk around."

"Are we allowed to?"

"Yeah, no one truly cares as long as you don't directly or indirectly compromise the cause. Speaking of which have you gotten your mark yet?" He sat up and turned his body to face hers.

"My mark?" She looked at him questioningly as she sat up.

"Yeah, your Death Eater mark. It essentially allows us to leave the mansion without any special permission. Well for me at least."

"Oh, I see," She rubbed her arm nervously, an action that caught his attention.

"You are training to join our cause right? Or at least supporting it even if you're just watching from the sidelines," He looked at her expectantly. She didn't answer right away, her face scrunched up as if she didn't know what to say. He frowned slightly as she looked away.

"I haven't thought about it. So far my parents are the only ones who got the mark but that doesn't mean I don't support the cause like you said," So she wasn't a Death Eater in training. He felt a weird feeling in his gut but dismissed it.

"Has your father mentioned anything about becoming a Death Eater?"

He watched as she grumbled, "He says that I'm too young. He wants to protect me and my little sister."

"Too young, where did I hear that one," he scoffed. A young Death eater. That possibility was already achieved once he was born. But now it was back to square one, he was in fact, the youngest Death Eater yet.

"Have you gotten your mark?" She looked up at him curiously. Even sitting down he noticed how tall he was compared to her. She was probably four inches smaller than him making her 5'7.

Shaking his head he looked at her as if she was joking. "Are you seriously asking if the grandson of the Dark Lord has his mark?"

"I mean, you're younger than the average Death Eater. I thought maybe you had to wait until you were a bit older before you could become one, just like any other Death Eater."

"You see, that's where you're wrong. It doesn't honestly matter how old you are. If you want to become a Death Eater no one will stop you. Hence the reason why, I, already have my mark."

"But you're only 17! Aren't you, I mean we, a bit too young?"

"You're very funny did you know that?" A small pout made its way onto her face causing him to burst out laughing, she sent him a glare but was quickly erased as she joined in. He wiped a tear as he slowly found himself entranced in her laughter. It was serene and calming, warm even.

"Do you mind if I can see? To tell the truth I haven't seen an actual mark up close before."

"Oh Princess, I don't think you're quite ready for that yet," he smirked knowing exactly where this was going.

"What do you-" The response was almost instant as he watched her cheek burn red. He had been hinting where his mark was and when she finally caught on. He let out a burst of laughter. Only to be shut up with a harder punch

"Quiet, you meanie, and don't call me that"

"Get used to it Princess, cause I'm never going to stop," Laughing, he ran before the daughter of the Greengrass family could catch him. He looked back to find her a few paces behind but just close enough for him to see shear happiness in her face. Princess… now where did that come from?

~O~

"Oh come on, my grandmother is twice as better than you and she's dead!" he taunted the man in front of him.

He was currently watching as the man struggled to stand up from his place on the ground. Which was exactly where he belonged, along with the rest of the damned Ministry. The man was an Auror but after about two minutes it was clearly a lie They had first started off strong but slowly the man's focus and strength began to wear down. To all intents and purposes, he didn't expect him to fall on his own accord.

"Get up already! I gave you a whole fucking minute to rest," Gods this was so annoying to the point where he just wanted to leave and let Kaito finish him off.

The bloodhound was quite literally, a bloodhound. Phoebus, one of the five head Death Eaters had given him the puppy when he turned six. Came from a special farm he had told him. At the time he didn't know what he meant until he found the puppy ripping a stray cat to shreds. The scene was horrific, to the point where even his grandfather seemed to be at a loss for words. After that little event, Phoebus was called back and they had a very interesting conversation. He knew that his grandfather would've punished Phoebus but luckily he saved the man by arguing that he didn't care and that he still loved the puppy very much.

Until this day Phoebus was still thanking him. At first, it was nice but it soon got very annoying, especially when he had to deal with people calling him their prince. Which he grew to tolerate because truth be told there wasn't anything he could do. Speaking of which. The man was still on the ground but was finally showing signs of improvement. Instead of sitting on his bum, he was now kneeling, both hands planted on the dirt as his back bobbed up and down with each shaky breath he took.

"C-c-curse you," the man whispered. But he had a feeling it would've been a growl or a yell if only the man wasn't too tired.

"Yes! Curse me! Send me a curse right now! Please!" He found himself hoping in joy, his hand motioning for the man to do exactly what he said.

"Expulso!"

"Whoa!" The jet blue light almost hit him as his instincts kicked in causing him to sidestep before the spell could hit him. "Oh come on, really? Expulso? I'm trying to kill you here! What made you think a weak spell like that could help you?"

"Ughh, j-just leave me be…"

"Get the hell up!" The man made no move to cooperate which irritated him even further. A feral growl escaped his mouth as his anger got the better of him. The sound of dirt crunching beneath his feet was enough to make the man lift his head just a smudge, only for him to roughly pull the man's hair even further, forcing him to look up with his battered face.

"Listen here you Ministry dog. I came here looking for fun, not babysitting a damned overgrown man. So if you don't want a slow death then wake the hell up and fight me," The man instantly fell the moment his hand left its mark. He had enough, only when he was mad did his inner demon appear, and right now he was beyond mad.

"End me already," He heard the man groan only to be interrupted with a kick to his stomach. Delivering another kick to his side he felt something crack.

"Well shit, I think you just broke a rib mate," he mocked. The man didn't respond and instead just stared straight ahead. "Didn't you hear me? You-" he brought his foot back again before sending it flying once more- "Broke. A. Rib," With each word he drove his foot into the man's side.

The man didn't respond as he delivered kick after kick. Finally, he stopped to take a breather and appraised his handiwork. The man was dead, but just to make sure, "Avada Kedavra," Yup, he was dead. Crouching he picked up the man's wand. It was plain with a bronze line surrounding the end. Borning just like its owner he mused to himself. Like always he snapped the magical stick. He looked between the body and the wand before shrugging.

"Well that was boring," he groaned before apparating to his next destination, leaving the man's lifeless body behind with two wands impaled onto both hands.

~O~

"Come on now Freddy! Fire another shot!" he taunted the man. It was day two, 15 more days until the world cup where he would relax and have fun.

"Stupefy!" The spell came wheezing his way only for him to redirect it with a flick of his wand.

"Another!"

"Expulso!" The bright blue jet of energy smacked into his shield before disappearing.

"Is that all?!" Before he could retort any further the floor to his right instantaneously exploded upward pushing him roughly against the stone pillar to his left.

"Alright, now that's impressive, but you need to do a lot better if you even want to stand a chance," With a quick flick of his wand and the words dimitte, the stone wall disappeared back into the floor.

"Expelliarmus!" This poor bastard, 'tsk tsk', he assuredly thought that one of the simplest spells ever could get him? He didn't even have to do anything as the spell failed to send his wand flying.

"I told you, Freddy, I'm right fucking here. I don't know where you are, or maybe I do, but at least use this to your advantage. Stop trying to cast one spell, and just let it all out!" He couldn't believe that he was coaching a grown man, one from the Ministry to top it all off.

"I'm giving you chances to leave me alone brat! You don't want to see what I can do to you. Because if you do, I know for a fact that you'll certainly rethink this whole thing through," He snorted at the comment. He had already known from the very start what the man was capable of. Not only was he provided with information regarding the man's position in the Ministry and whereabouts; he was also given a very sad-looking O. report. He couldn't even imagine what the dude's N.E. scores were.

"Well, I don't give a damn so shoot me you ministry dog," The back of his neck tingled, with ease his body swiveled around, using his arm he slashed right through the spell; separating the jet of light in half before blowing up two small holes in the wall behind him.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck indeed," He took a step towards the man. You're an idiot did you know that?"

"Shut up you brat!" From the tip of his wand, a blazing fire ignited before it went hurling his way only to be intercepted by a roaring wave of water. "H-huh?! You just-"

"Blocked your spell? Yes, I did."

"No! I saw that your wand was down. How were you able to-"

"Move the water?" He rarely used the ability in combat. But whenever he did, the same reaction would occur. which was just plain shock. There had been a few times where he was able to dispatch of the enemy due to their dumbfounded and emotionless body. But others were quick to snap back to reality to cast a few spells before facing the same deaths as the others only a few seconds later.

He could control any form of liquid although he never really tried it. Water was the only one he was confident enough to use. He could control at his own will sometimes he wouldn't even need to focus. Currently, the water was curled in a ball, the transparent liquid still swooshing around as if it were in a glass cup that had been mixed.

"Yes! That! How did you do that?!" The man's voice was starting to crack as his wand hand trembled roughly. He doubted that the next spell would even come close to hitting him.

Snapping his hand the water separated into a million floating spheres. All floating around the room waiting for his command. "There's verily no point in telling you, Fred. You're going to die, right here, in this rotting old cathedral so face it head-on like a man."

"I-I, no I can't die."

"All humans die, Fred, it's just life. I'm only making it faster," A stray drop went hurtling towards the man who watched as the small piece of liquid hit his coat.

"You did it again, how are you doing this?! TELL ME!"

"I won't but I suggest that you protect yourself right now," He looked deathly calm as the water morphed into miniature spikes.

"Is that supposed to be a threat? Because I'm not afraid of my coat being drenched. But I am interested in knowing ho-" He let slip a small snort as the man stared dead ahead. A few seconds later a small line carved its way on his cheek before a small stream of blood came dripping down.

"Boo," The scene was horrendous as a million tiny spikes struck the man again and again with a few being blocked as the man desperately chanted protego again and again.

"I did warn you!" He shouted over the sound of skin ripping and the desperate shouts of a soon-to-be-dead man.

"Help! Make it stop!" Coat shredded to pieces, lines of varying sizes dripping with blood, perfectly combed hair now in disarray. The man had utterly become bonkers as all charms wore off. There wasn't any noise except for the hopeless cries of help which was cut off with his fist driving into the man's face. Stooping down low he grasped the mahogany wand and snapped it like he always does.

"Sorry but no can do. You see, this is my job. I live to hunt Ministry dogs like you, like how you hunt us "criminals" as you mention in the daily prophet."

"I'll do anything!" The man scarcely groaned.

He rose from the floor before standing on one of the beams that still stood. "Don't care, so shut up and let me watch as you dance like a fucking lunatic," he scoffed as the man stumbled around like a headless chicken. No matter where he went he was followed by the endless stream of spikes which were now turning red as the water mixed with the blood.

"You know what would make this even more exciting?" But the words fell pray to the screams of torment down below. The man was starting to tire. He could see his movements beginning to falter.

"Argh! N-no! Sto-" Proceeding to fall onto the floor. He waved his hand and watched as the water drench the floor.

With a grunt, he pushed himself off and began to walk down using tiny circular platforms of water as steps. "Still alive Mr. Glove?" He nudged the man in the side to which he responded with a small groan. His face was covered with cuts but not enough to make him indistinguishable. "Hmm, what to do now. I still have a couple of minutes to spare. Tell me Mr. Glove, what do you desire?"

~O~

"Filipendo!" The roar of his opponent screamed with intent to harm. Their stance ready to counter and attack at any moment. He smirked, good, finally someone who can actually fight. He rolled to the right to fire his own spell before launching back up in a defensive stance. Right now he was being pressed back at a distance which was something he hated.

"That all you got?" he sneered. All he got was an unamused look which wasn't exactly what he wanted. They traded spell after spell neither of them backing down. He had to get closer. His opponent looked at him curiously as he dismissed his shield and sheathed his wand. At least he was able to get in a few stretches before the next spell came flying his way. Flipping out of the way he quickly ran full speed. Dodging left and right, he watched intently at his opponent's movement.

"Venti Ventus!" Dropping down low he rolled to the side to avoid the large gust of wind. He had anticipated a spell quite similar to that. Flipping back onto his feet he pounced forward his fist raised. But the only thing his fist met was air, as his opponent had barely dodged at the right moment. Twisting mid-air he flicked his hand upwards and retrieve the smooth pale white wand. His inhuman instincts kicked in as he quickly assessed the battlefield. He launched the same spell but only this time it had actually caught someone in it.

The unfortunate soul was blasted back, "Tractatori!" He touched the ground as a ripple of dirt and stone moved behind the person before raising up to create a wall. With a thud, his rival slumped against the hard wall. Of course, he couldn't afford to be tricked so with another tap two similar walls rose on either side trapping the person effectively.

"Ughh," a small groan incited from the beaten figure. He wasn't sure if they were conscious but he quickly grabbed a red veil and raced ahead.

"Open up," Luckily there wasn't that much damage as they quickly listened to his command. He lifted the vial and tipped it over.

"Y-You win again."

"Don't discredit yourself, Ly. You did good, but it is embarrassing to be beaten twice in a row by a boy much younger than you," cue the laughter and the applause. Standing up, he grabbed the man's outstretched hand and pulled him up.

"Damn, this headache isn't going to disappear anytime soon," the thirty-eight-year-old moaned.

"I still don't get why you insist on not using any potion to treat yourself."

"I told you, my Prince, we may have magical blood in us but we're still humans. We forget that sometimes and this is how I remind myself."

"Hmm, wise words," he murmured as the senior Death Eater hobbled away.

As it so happens, after dueling with a couple more Death Eaters, he found himself underground of the manor where a private dueling court was placed. The place had been renovated a long time ago to act as his classroom when he first started dwindling in spells of all sorts.

In fact, this was the place where he had beaten his first opponent; if you count a metal dummy with wheels, one. He still came here from time to time, but rarely had time to do so so he mainly trained outside in the courtyard. If he did have time, which he rarely did. He would spend hours trying out different spells and experimenting with original ones like stupefy, Expulso, Accio, Incendio.

He was trying to find a way to maybe increase the potential of these spells. Because although they had been created a long time ago, doesn't mean they can't be modernized. By modernized he meant improved on or even evolving the spell entirely. At first, he had mentioned it to Red, one of his mentors when he was growing up. He didn't want to tell Severus or his grandfather because he wanted it to be a surprise.

Red held the end of his bargain as the man continuously came down to help him. They would talk about the origins of many of the spells today and look through endless books to find out how and why they were created. He didn't mind reading, because just like he said. He only really focused on stuff he enjoyed, other than that you would expect him to either be sleeping or daydreaming. Hence the reason why he didn't pay attention to the meetings much to his grandfather's dismay.

At first, they had gotten to nowhere until he pulled out a book from the archives which he was forbidden to enter. The reason? His grandfather didn't trust him enough because he was too 'young' at the time. But that didn't stop him. After retrieving the book, he and Red were surprised to find out many origins of the few spells in the wizarding world. By few, he meant at least three dozen different spells that were thought to be extinct.

Today he was busy practing with combos. He hardly used combos when in duels and only did it by accident or through instinct. He was starting with a couple that seemed quick and easy for him to take a hold of a situation and use it to his advantage. First, cast the fog spell to blind your opponent, then launch the Incendio charm before immobilizing the victim by cutting all sorts of exits using the manipulator charm.

This was kind of similar to the one he used in the courtyard. Which he found pretty useful, although Ly did had to suffer from it. He practiced for quite a bit before feeling something slick and wet on his chest. His shirt was drenched in sweat from all the spell casting and running he had been doing. So deciding to take a break he grabbed the water bottle residing on a bench and took a nice big gulp. Heading over to the fountain that sat in the side of the room, he dipped his hands before splashing it on his face. The coldness of the water was enough to wake him up and sigh as he took a seat.

"Incendio!" A roar exploded from his wand as the familiar glow of fire blew out. He watched as the flaming inferno raced across the room smacking right onto a metal dummy which melted in a matter of seconds. This wasn't normal, even if the spell was a bit advanced. Incdendio was one of the spells he and Red had improved on. Now he was able to control the magnitude of the spell which was helpful.

"Accio!" At breakneck, a wooden spear came hurtling his way before slowing down into a stop whilst floating midair. Accio was another successful spell he had improved. Right now only he and Red knew how to improve a certain spell, but it was hard. Just these two spells took a lot of time to master.

He was about to cast another but stopped as a house-elf came around the corner. "My Prince, dinner is ready," he chirped before bowing and disappearing. Today was successful, to say the least. Although the news about him attending Hogwarts and the World Cup was still fresh he already accepted it. Hogwarts was just another mission and the world cup was… a new way for him to try something more 'normal' to say. Thinking no further, he came to an abrupt stop, ribs… it was fucking rib night!

He was going to devour those ribs like a cold-hearted ministry killing badass

A.N

This month's chapter! Enjoy! If you have any questions or if there are any grammar mistakes just review. I don't mind and quite honestly, I like reading reviews. Sadly, I have no plans on updating weekly or bi-weekly; for those who are wondering.