Sky stared at the spot the King had occupied less than a few seconds ago, shock overwhelming his system as he felt goosebumps race their way up along his skin. He ignored how he was still trembling in slight fear and tried to play it off by scoffing lightly and giving a fake laugh, even if no one was watching. It was more a failed act to try and recompose himself.
He bit his lip as he clutched onto the wall behind him, eyes slightly tearing up as he stared at the two gaping holes in the wall, holes where the King's, Deadlox's, fists had just been in. That could've been him. With that sick realization, he proceeded to throw up his lunch.
Heaving, he stumbled away from the mess he had created, pushing his sunglasses further up the bridge of his nose as he guided himself down the hall, using the walls as support as he almost tripped a few times, eyes blurry.
He hated his step-father. He always had. How, how his beautiful mother had even thought of marrying such an ugly creature was beyond him. A human marrying a squid? It was unheard of and Sky disapproved of the whole thing. Of course, the squid hated him just as much, preferring his own children over Sky. Truthfully, he didn't give two shits if the squid liked him or not, but to give him away to a psychopath prince as a bargaining chip?
He felt tears trail down his face as he bit his tongue. He clenched his leather clad hands tightly.
His mom had seen the guards drag him away. She'd been right there, watching as Sky struggled and pleaded. She had just watched him go and hadn't even bothered to help. Not even when told that Sky would be given away as a- as a slave of all things! She had just….. watched with an uncaring look to her eyes. She hadn't even said goodbye….. And that was what hurt Sky more than anything. She hadn't even bothered to say goodbye to her only child.
Sniffling, he wiped the tears off his face, clutching at the amethyst pendant on his golden necklace. He gripped the gold in his hand tightly, glaring daggers at the empty space in front of him. His father, his real father, had given him the necklace. A gift. His parting gift; a sorry gift. His father had left him and his mother to fend for themselves, leaving apology gifts in his wake. Gold. He'd left gold as a parting gift. Sky hadn't even liked gold then. He had hated the stupid golden sword left for him. He'd hated the golden chain with the amethyst pendant around his neck.
He'd hated it all.
Now? He gave a bitter chuckle. Sky loved gold. More than anything in the world. Why? It was the only thing he had left of his father. The last memory he had of a man with warm brown eyes, dark brown eyes and a perfect smile; an exact replica of his son.
"Are you okay?" Startled, Sky whirled around to face a demon a few inches taller than him. She blinked at him, watching as he swayed lightly in surprise. She had short black hair and dark green eyes. She was dressed in a black maid's uniform, bandages covering various parts of her body and her right cheek. She reached a clawed hand out, helping to steady him as Sky studied her closely. She had scars, old and new, over most of the visible skin on her body and she seemed to have a wary aura about her. Twisted horns stuck out of her forehead, a slick black tail curling around near her feet were what caught his attention. A demon.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm just- fine," Sky said, stepping away from her, dazed eyes glancin around the empty hall he had wandered into.
"Is there a reason you are in the palace, sir?" The maid questioned quietly, her hands folded in front of her as she spoke.
Sky gulped, "I'm a-a guest of the King's," Sky stammered out as the maid just blinked at him.
"Would the sir like me to guide him to his majesty's chambers?" The maid asked softly as Sky sighed, nodding in a defeated fashion. He might as well try and get on good terms with the King… his new master. Even if it did mean he'd get molested in the process, at least the King was good looking, he fought a furious blush at his thoughts. It wasn't like the chance of escaping was very high. And even if he did, he had no place to go.
The maid watched as he stumbled before wrapping one of his arms over her shoulders and helping down the hall.
It was quiet for a while before the maid spoke up. "You're his new slave, right? Rumors have been spreading all day. I pity you," the maid said, almost inaudibly as they walked quietly.
"Why?" Sky questioned, curious.
"He's not stable. He's dangerous and unpredictable. He's the one whose given me all the scars I have."
Sky tried his best not to faint right then and there as the nurse paused in front of two large oak doors. She immediately pulled away, leaving Sky to almost fall over in surprise as she adjusted her dress.
"His Majesty won't take kindly to my scent being all over you," she explained as she knocked on the doors, avoiding eye contact. Silence met her knocks and she hesitantly opened the doors, eyes darting about as she stepped into the room, motioning for Sky to follow.
The room was empty.
The maid looked around, sniffing the air as Sky watched her, walking a bit more steadily now with his emotions under control.
The maid walked over to the balcony, opening the curtains and giving Sky a good view of the pouring rain outside. Along with a dark figure passed out on the ground.
Sky tried his best to ignore he feel of guilt clawing at his insides as he and the demon maid rushed outside, picking up the soaking wet figure that was the King of the Nether and bringing him inside.