Hello! Our prologue is a bit short, but is introducing the main villain of the series :) YES, series. I have a lot planned for this :) Also, fair warning, this gets...dirty. Anywho, on with the story!
Ardyn Izunia liked to think himself a simple man, if a bit particular. And, despite how his actions may occasionally appear, he was quite prudent. Especially now…yes, now that he was certain he was close to his end goal. He couldn't afford to be impatient; to let his excitement get the best of him. He was exceptionally good at the game, but he'd been playing a long time.
He'd move a pawn here, sacrifice a knight there, kill an occasional king or queen…watching idly as the next rose up and took up arms against him again.
Well, not against him, no never him. He was a background player, weaving himself in and out of political bodies (literally and figuratively), playing all the sides to his own end; whispering in the right ears and greasing the right palms.
He was happy now that he could be more out in the open. He found the thought of everything coming to a head almost arousing.
Scratch that; he found it exponentially arousing, and for the first time in decades had touched himself while he thought of the days to come.
His experiment had turned out better than he'd hoped. He'd proven that the brat Prince Noctis was likely the Dawn Bringer. The Crystal—and thus the gods—favored him above all others and gave him access to magics beyond his ken.
Ardyn smiled, stroking himself hard and slow. The boy was going to be easy to manipulate; he had a rage in him that rivaled Ardyn's own, but was unable to hide it, and that made him weak. He had so many glaring flaws that were all too simple to exploit.
If only he knew what the blond was.
His breath came in short gasps now, his pace erratic and unpracticed. His mind drifted back to the day he'd been informed that one of his labs had been ransacked by the Lucians, and his experiments had either been killed or taken. He was pleased, at least, to find his favorite was among those spirited away, and had been keeping tabs on him since.
Nothing amused Ardyn more than the fact that the little hybrid had made himself the prince's bosom buddy. Even better that the boy was so fond of the blond that he was willing to kill for him. The amber-eyed man chuckled as he quickened his pace, knowing his release wasn't far off. He kept this up for a good long while, twisting his hand along the shaft and gently kneading the sensitive tip of his cock with his thumb…he was so close, but he couldn't get over the edge…
Ardyn stopped, letting the anticipation build in his lower stomach while he neglected his cock for a few long moments. Crepitus had been sure to send him the full videos he took of the hybrid's torture session. He fast-forwarded it to a point in which the little hybrid was being beaten (another test of the chancellor's), closing his eyes and stroking himself again as he relished in the broken cries of his lost experiment, finally spilling his seed while the boy whimpered brokenly in the background.
As his breath evened out and the sound on the recording faded away, he vowed to himself that the next time he heard that delicious tone of torment, he'd be the one causing it.