Papercut
A/N: Well, an enormous thank you for those of you sticking with this tale of mine. I truly appreciate it considering how it is just an experiment I've been doing.
Response to reviewers:
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Mandy: I'm quite pleased you found this to be an excellent story. Khalid may not be trustworthy but his ideology may be sympathetic though he goes about it the wrong way. I'm sorry I took so long to update but I hope you enjoy this chapter!
tiffany: You're obsessed with the story? I feel so touched and I'm so glad you're enjoying it. I'm sorry it took a while to update but go on and read! Thank you very much for the review.
aj: You think about this story before going to bed? Oh, I hope you've dreamt about it. That would be flattering! I've had the same thing happening to me with other stories. I hope you enjoy this chapter and dream about it! Thanks for the review.
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Sarahfreak: I do enjoy tormenting Wolfram and plan to do so even more. Thanks for the review and the kind compliments. It keeps me writing.
luz: There is violence in the manga? I hope so. I have yet to read any of it but I want to. I'm glad you're enjoying the story and going along with the violence. Thanks for reviewing and go read now!
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animefreak03: Khalid certainly was suspicious and I tried to hint at that. I'm glad you still like it though and thank for reviewing!
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Spoilers: none
Warnings: language, molestation (slight), reference to NCS and incest, sprinkled torture
I apologize for how late this was but certain circumstances made it difficult to post quickly.
101010
"Look out!" Conrad hollered, slicing at a shadow beast as it swirled around them.
Khalid released a short chuckle, only mildly amused by the sight before him. "Don't kill them. Just kept them occupied while I return to the palace," he instructed.
"Khalid!" screamed Yuri. "Please! Don't do this! There's no need for this!"
Frowning, Khalid paused in his steps to cast a thoughtful expression at the king. "You're a foolish boy but have a good heart. Unfortunately for you, you fell in love with someone that was already promised to me."
With a smug pat to Wolfram's backside, Khalid vanished from their sight.
"No! Wolfram!"
With a light curse, Gwendel dodged a swift assault. "Damn! There's no way we can get through them! The more we chop them up, the more they appear!" he growled.
"It's no use," cried Murata, leaping behind Yosak. "We must retreat for now."
Reluctantly, the others concurred and allowed themselves to be ushered back a distance from Sulteri by the many shadows. Upon witnessing the retreat, the shadows moaned and dove into the ground, disappearing.
Yuri collapsed to his knees from the mental and physical weight he was suffering. "No…We couldn't get to him…"
Conrad glanced around quickly to confirm their safety before clasping Yuri's back. "Don't worry, Your Majesty. We still have the pieces of the scrolls. For now, just worry about recovering. We'll get him back."
Groaning, Yuri shook his head but allowed Conrad to assist him. "No, no. Wolfram needs us now…"
"Come now, Your Highness," insisted Yosak, smiling to assure Yuri. "None of us are of any use right now. Let's prepare for another attack, yeah?"
Yuri resisted their words as he visibly shook. With extreme effort, the double black shoved away his godfather's assistance and rushed back. "No!"
"Yuri!" shouted Conrad, roughly snatching the boy back. "We cannot do anymore for today!"
"Let go of me!" Yuri sobbed. "We have to get Wolfram! Khalid! He-Ah!"
After striking a pressure point on Yuri's neck, Conrad murmured, "Forgive me." He caught Yuri as the boy succumbed to the action.
"It was for the best, Lord Weller," Murata assured as the taller man cradled Yuri with a woeful expression. "He could get himself killed."
"There's no way His Highness will wait for us to prepare for another attack. We do not have enough supplies to stay at our campsite. We have to return home," uttered Gwendel, sheathing his blade and surveying the troops.
Yosak crawled up into a tree and scanned the surrounding area. "I don't recall any villages around here that is not on Sulteri soil," he added.
"I can take you to one," whispered a tiny voice.
Murata narrowed his eyes to inspect their guest. "It's you."
Sagira crept out of a tree's shadow, nodded, and politely bowed. "I'll take you to a distant village that's only a short ways away. Sulteri isn't aware of its existence," he said, twirling a lock of his hair.
"How can such a village exist?" asked Conrad, shifting Yuri's weight in his arms.
"Well, it's not your average village," mumbled the boy, scraping his nails against a tree. Murata frowned at the action as the boy continued, "I live below the surface, truthfully. It's sort of a safe heaven for the rejects of rejects."
Gwendel glanced at his troops. "What of our troops? Surely it's not big enough for all of them," he stated.
"Your troops will no longer be needed," Sagira instructed, peering into Gwendel's eyes. "If you plan to involve yourself with Khalid, only a certain number of you can go in. Send them home."
Partially irritated, Yosak huffed. "I think he's right," he commented.
"As much as I dislike it, it's true," concurred Murata. "I think it's just us from now on."
"Yosak, head back with the troops until they reach the campsite. We'll speak via letter later on about what your orders will be then," demanded Gwendel.
"Yes, Sir."
Sagira nodded timidly and scurried toward the thick masses of the forest. He inspected the area and cast the others a look over a clothed shoulder. "Alright, we'll go through here so those shadows don't follow," he explained.
Conrad lowered Yuri's body to have him lying on a portable cot that the soldiers created. Gwendel took one end while the brunette took the front, following Sagira. "It's not too far away, right?"
"No but you best hurry nonetheless. We want to be there before night falls," ushered Sagira.
"Why nightfall?" inquired Murata, grasping a bag containing basic necessities and placing it on a shoulder.
"That's when the creatures of this place eat anything that moves."
101010
Gunter blinked numerous times to eliminate the various spots that clouded his vision. He craned his neck in either direction and found himself in his personal chambers. His daughter, Gisela, gasped and rushed forward instantly at seeing her father awake.
"How do you feel?" she asked with a gentle tone. "You had us scared."
Groaning, Gunter asked, "Where's His Highness?"
Gisela's face softened. She hesitated as she elucidated the recent events. "Last we heard was from Yosak, who says that they're awaiting orders from Gwendel," she finished.
"No. Something else has happened," Gunter muttered, wincing as a large intake of air brought upon a sharp pain. "I can sense something. We must offer more assistance."
"You're in no shape to be assisting anyone," Gisela insisted and sat beside her father. "We are awaiting word from Yosak again and I'm sure it will be soon."
Gunter hissed and sat up despite his daughter's protests. "No, His Highness needs me. I must send a letter to Yosak. I will also be heading to the campsite. Get me a soldier."
With a deepening frown, Gisela grasped Gunter's arm as the man stumbled to his feet. "Please, you mustn't..."
Offering a heartwarming smile to Gisela, Gunter assured, "I will be fine. No illness can prevent me from helping His beautiful Highness."
Gisela sighed but smiled weakly. "There's…something else," she admitted with a forlorn expression.
Gunter paused to glance at the woman. "What is it?"
"We…have been betrayed by Khalid," Gisela added and stroked her arm like a child. "He's kidnapped Lord Bielefeld and apparently he was planning all of this."
A tender breath escaped Gunter as he rubbed his face with a thin hand. "Oh, Khalid," he murmured more to himself than anyone.
"What is it?" Gisela whispered.
Gunter peered out the window and noted the morning skies.
"What have you done…"
101010
Wolfram bellowed as he lurched against his constraints, his emotions raging. "Damn you, Khalid! I'll kill you myself! How dare you do this to me!"
"Please relax, my Prince," a servant soothed, reaching out to grasp Wolfram's shoulders.
"Don't you ever touch me!" the blonde shrieked, snapping his teeth at the extending hand. "I'm going to kill you all so slowly! I'll make sure you regret what you're doing! KHALID!!"
The servant sighed and craned his neck, exhausted. Their Prince had awakened only shortly after arriving and had proceeded to shriek for Khalid's presence immediately. Many servants attempted to alleviate his behavior only to receive a bite, punch, kick, or spit in the face, depending on what Wolfram was in the mood for.
"Is he still screaming up a storm?" questioned Khalid as he strolled through the doors, eyes obviously irritated with Wolfram's behavior. "I see the princess is upset."
"Fuck you!"
Khalid's eye twitched as Wolfram failed at hurling a large glob of saliva at him. "Screaming will only anger me, Wolfram. I suggest you put that sharp tongue to better use before I do it for you," he threatened, leaning closer to the boy.
Furiously, Wolfram shoved his leg against Khalid, only to have it rudely snatched. Khalid smirked and jerked on the leg, resulting in Wolfram to slip onto his back.
"Want to apologize?" asked Khalid.
In response, Wolfram scowled and hissed, "I'd rather eat my own shit."
A shout of surprise and pain emitted from the blonde when Khalid offered him a punch. Groaning at the spots that blinded his vision, Wolfram stroked his face. "B-Bastard," he moaned.
"Really now?" mused Khalid before hurling his fist against the other side of Wolfram's face. "What's the matter, Wolfram? Unlike your brothers, I know you won't break and I won't hesitate to beat some manners into you."
"F-Fuck…you," spat Wolfram, shakily sitting up.
"Your M-Majesty," stuttered the servant.
Khalid jerked violently at Wolfram's hair, producing another cry. "Leave us. I need to instruct my beloved on how to treat others with respect."
In a reluctant manner, the servant obeyed.
"Don't like others seeing you beat a chained man?" sneered Wolfram with a strained smirk.
After unleashing a backhand upon Wolfram's face, Khalid retorted, "You're no man, boy."
Spitting out blood, Wolfram grunted, "That makes you a traitor and a pedophile-AH!"
"Ask for my forgiveness and I may release you," murmured Khalid while tightening his hold on a very personal anatomy of Wolfram.
"Y-You…Won't g-AH! NO!" shrieked Wolfram, face flushing at how his body writhed at the other's touch. Repulsed at how his body betrayed him, Wolfram thrashed his head. "S-Stop!"
With a stern frown, Khalid released Wolfram's half-erect phallus and clutched the quivering knees. With a jerk, he forced Wolfram's legs apart and thrust his body between the exposed thighs. "I've missed you so much," he breathed into Wolfram's ear, lightly nipping at the flesh.
"Khalid! DON'T!" croaked Wolfram, fear momentarily paralyzing him.
Eyes slanting in an admonishing manner, Khalid bit down on the pale neck. "If you ask nicely I will consider it."
"Gah!" Wolfram hollered and bucked violently to hurl the man off of him. When Khalid began a rhythmical motion on Wolfram's personal anatomy, the prince gasped as the horrific pleasure stuck a primeval nerve. "Please! Stop!"
At that, Khalid smirked and presented Wolfram with a kind kiss to his forehead. "That wasn't so difficult for you to say, now was it?" he cooed and removed himself off the boy.
Shuddering, Wolfram attempted his best glare. "Y-You sic-What are you doing?" he asked in a hurry when Khalid began unfastening the locks to his chains.
"I'm through toying with you, Wolfram. Besides, I have no desire to rape you…for the moment," Khalid informed, his voice gentle. "Come with me. You need to see something."
After unlocking the locks, Khalid pressed his hands to Wolfram's face, healing the bruises. Wolfram blinked and winced at the cold temperature of Khalid's hands. When he attempted to jerk away, Khalid stilled Wolfram with a shock of esoteric magic.
Not desiring any more assaults, Wolfram remained silent while he wrapped his body in the robes. Flushing, Wolfram regulated his breathing and kept his hands securely over his private parts, thankful that he was no longer hard.
While Khalid healed the bruises formulated by the punches, Wolfram managed enough courage to peek into Khalid's eyes. As their eyes made contact, Wolfram suddenly sensed no more rage or fear.
Why? He asked himself. He just betrayed me, lied, and assaulted me and yet I don't feel angry anymore.
"I can see it in your eyes," Khalid whispered.
"W-What?" sneered Wolfram, failing to sound intimidating. "Y-You just…attacked me you pervert and now you're changing the sub-"
"You don't hate me."
Wolfram tightened his jaw.
Khalid removed his hands and fixed Wolfram with a serious glare. "Despite what I've done, you do not hate me," he repeated, smirking when Wolfram's face morphed into a scowl. "Tell me you hate me then if I'm wrong."
Wolfram stroked his lips with his tongue while fumbling with his robes. "I…Khalid…"
Despite all his efforts, Wolfram was unable to speak those words. With a satisfied expression, Khalid grasped the nape of the blonde's neck and placed a kiss to a temple. "Forgive my actions," he murmured.
"Pretending to rape me really won't win me over," Wolfram hissed, flinching. He did not tear himself away, however. "Khalid…"
"Yes?" asked Khalid.
Almost hesitantly, Wolfram rubbed his arm and glanced at the older man's face. The man's perverted actions had already begun to vanish from Wolfram's memory. "Why did you take me away? I…Don't think you want to hurt me," he began, "and I…I…Why?"
With a sympathetic smile, Khalid drew Wolfram to his chest. "Oh, Wolfram. I wish you had never fallen in love with His Highness. You are mine," he quietly said.
"What the hell are you talking about, Khalid?" inquired Wolfram, relishing the nostalgic sensation that always flourished whenever Khalid touched him. Whether or not Wolfram would ever admit it though was another matter.
"Let me show you what you've down for our people," Khalid suggested, clasping Wolfram's back to lead him out of the room.
With a reluctant huff, Wolfram allowed himself to be guided out. He was thankful that the restraints were moved though he was aware he could not escape. Curious, Wolfram glanced at those he passed by, feeling somewhat relaxed at the peaceful atmosphere. Every servant gratefully bowed their heads, acknowledging their presence.
They passed by the paintings and Wolfram asked, "Your father's picture was crossed out."
"He wanted to use Red Eye for selfish purposes. My mother was similar as she wanted eternal beauty," Khalid pointed out, lip twitching into a frown. "My people grew excited and went overboard with the blood I suppose."
"Why did you kill all of those kids?" Wolfram questioned, brow furrowed.
Khalid briefly glared at him. "They were sacrifices. Besides, their spirit was transferred."
Perplexed, Wolfram asked, "What do you mean transferred?"
"Well, it's similar to what I did with your spirit before it was taken from this world. It's a spell that was sealed away but we've managed to uncover its secrets despite the destruction of the scroll."
"You…are still looking for the other scrolls?" asked Wolfram. "And you still haven't explained why those children had to die."
Khalid snorted. "His Highness has the scrolls and we'll get them in no time. We must," muttered Khalid with a grave expression. "Regarding the children, we sent a message to the world. Those countries created us. We, thanks to them ironically, are the most deadly of all creatures."
Biting his lip, Wolfram glared at the floor, unsure of how to respond.
"Here," said Khalid as the door to the palace was opened to reveal the markets and village. "Look at them, Wolfram."
Obeying, Wolfram scanned his eyes and felt his body reduce in tension. There were no broken homes, poor folk or murky alleyways. Every single person harbored a smile and upon noticing Wolfram, they cheered and waved.
A group of young children giggled and rushed toward the two rulers of Sulteri.
"Prince, Prince! Thank you for staying with us!" cried a child, holding up a culinary treat for Wolfram. "I helped my mother make this for you."
Shocked and partially touched, Wolfram swallowed a lump of uncertainty and accepted the treat. "Thank you," he replied with a sincere look. "I don't think I deserve such praise though."
"Of course you do, my Wolfram," Khalid added, stroking the boy's shoulder with a rare smile. "Look at the peace you've brought to us. What you saw before was a façade. The poor and the rich were finally brought together through my work and your arrival."
Shaking his head in disbelief, Wolfram stuttered, "I-I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm no one special. I'm…just Wolfram."
Another child retorted, "But you keep The Bad away!"
"The Bad?" pressed Wolfram.
The first child nodded and chirped, "Yeah! The Bad is the one they say was born crazy. He was going to be our king!"
Wolfram frowned and craned his neck to look at Khalid. "Who is The Bad?"
Tensing, Khalid, surprisingly, averted his eyes. "There's a lot you don't understand, Wolfram. I suppose it's partially my fault," he mumbled.
"Why haven't I heard of The Bad before?"
"When you were in Sulteri before, I cast an enormous spell on the majority of my people. They were to temporarily behave as you saw them and have no memory of The Bad. I did not want you to know about it yet," Khalid informed, keeping his face hidden from Wolfram's curious eyes.
Wrinkling his eyebrows, Wolfram demanded, "Why?"
Khalid only crossed his arms and shook his head.
Frustrated, Wolfram decided to ignore Khalid's behavior and returned his attention to the children. "Well, thank you for the gift. I appreciate it," he insisted. He suspected it would be inappropriate to have an argument in front of the children regardless if they were involved with a psychotic cult.
The children smiled in pride and scurried away.
"Come," Khalid ordered, guiding Wolfram deeper into the village.
Various Red Eye members drew close to them to pay respects to Wolfram, each carrying an offering and a friendly smile. As the gifts accumulated, Khalid laughed and instructed a soldier to place them in Wolfram's chambers.
"Do you like it?" questioned Khalid as he and Wolfram took a respite in the center of the village. "Or were you expecting a trashy environment?"
Wolfram shifted. "I…didn't realize how important they see me. Regardless, Khalid, kidnapping me isn't going to persuade me. Why me?"
Khalid seemed almost hesitant. "I love you. I will not deny that but that is not the sole purpose for you being here. I would never allow my selfish desires to overcome the safety of my people. Not only did I need you, but so did they."
"Why do they need me, though?" repeated Wolfram, irritated. "Why do they act like I'm what's keeping them alive?"
"Because you are."
Every nerve inside Wolfram froze. Gathering his wits, he asked, "What?"
"You keep Sulteri alive, Wolfram."
101010
Conrad adjusted the sheets to secure Yuri's body more comfortably. "He'll probably sleep a good while. He barely slept the night before and he used a lot of magic today," the brunette stated.
Murata concurred with a nod and settled into a seat that occupied the corner of the room. "What a…quaint little place you have under the ground, Sagira."
The boy continued to peer out the window to inspect the underground city. "Hm? Oh, yes, well, it's not comfortable but it's better than being dead."
"So all this time, Khalid was their King," uttered Gwendel with a rough voice and expression to match.
Conrad sadly added, "It makes sense. He had enough time to free Namir when we had him captured."
"He possessed me while I was in Wolfram's mind, creating a dream," Sagira muttered, glancing at the others. "I assume you noticed he was not around when I left Wolfram's mind."
"Ah, so you're doing the nightmares," Murata said with an enlightened tune to his voice. "Khalid took over and those red eyes that were described-"
"Yes. Khalid realized I was beginning to interfere when Wolfram's nightmares were brought up. He knew I was alive but he never imagined I took over a child's body," Sagira expressed with a slight laugh.
When the others shared perplexed faces, Sagira elaborated by describing the conversations he had had with Wolfram. "So you see," he concluded, "Khalid is quite upset."
"So what happened to your original body?" asked Gwendel, eyes trailing back to Yuri's sleeping form.
"It's here. I'm hoping to return to it soon," informed Sagira. "At any rate, let's not discuss much without His Highness. I think it's unfair. Khalid will not make a move and we shouldn't either. Let's just rest until tomorrow."
Shifting, Murata said, "It's still early but I think it will do us some good too."
Conrad straightened. "I'll keep watch," he offered.
Crossing his arms, Gwendel replied, "I will stay up as well."
"If you're planning to stay awake, Gwendel, would you join me for a walk?" asked Sagira with a childish smile. "I was hoping to work with you and my possession skills."
Gwendel briefly stared at Conrad as the two shared a mutual consent. Perhaps if Gwendel took time alone with Sagira, he could discover more about the child.
The eldest brother cleared his throat and inquired, "What exactly does that entail?"
"I think I can enhance your powers to be used on human land with my assistance," Sagira explained, strolling away from the window. "I'd like to test it out."
"Interesting," said Gwendel as he, too, stood up. "It does not involve dark magic does it?"
Sagira titled his head. "No, just regular spells," he responded.
"Anything we can do to get ahead of Khalid will benefit us," Murata commented and waved the two a good evening. "Lord Weller?" he asked once they left.
Conrad fixed his eyes on the Great Sage. "Yes?"
"Do you still have the pieces of the scrolls?"
After a quick inspection, Conrad confirmed, "I do."
Murata sighed and lazily traced Yuri's body with his eyes. "Good," he breathed as his shoulders relaxed.
"Is something wrong, Your Eminence?"
It took a moment for Murata to finally respond, "Yeah. Everything."
Conrad frowned and peeked at the window, noting Gwendel and Sagira sauntering out soon after.
101010
"What do you mean that I'm…keeping Sulteri alive?" questioned Wolfram, not sure he even heard Khalid adequately.
Before Khalid managed a reply, his bright eyes widened and a shudder ripped through his skin.
Concerned, Wolfram touched a shoulder. "Are you okay?"
The man's eyes darted frantically around before his entire body calmed beneath Wolfram's touch. "I'm fine," he growled, rubbing his forehead. "Damn."
"Khalid, what is it?"
"It's nothing," Khalid persisted, glancing at the boy beside him. "Wolfram, please do not leave us."
With a huff, Wolfram stood and planted his hands on his hips to exaggerate his frustration. "Khalid, you're making no sense to me! First you tell me I'm a life source and now I know you're hiding something. Why won't you tell m-mmph!"
Flabbergasted, Wolfram stood stiffly in Khalid's sudden embrace, the man's lips against his own. It did not progress in intensity but it was enough to infuriate the blonde. "Mmph! K-Khalid! What the hell are you doing?! Get off!" he shouted.
"I won't let him take you," Khalid hissed, his nails near tearing the fragile skin upon Wolfram's hip.
"You possessive freak!"
Khalid shifted his face and planted a wet kiss to Wolfram's neck. His embrace softened and he stroked the wounds that his nails recently fashioned. "No matter what he does, you're mine now and you'll stay here," he whispered while stroking the small of Wolfram's back.
Shocked at the sudden kindness beneath Khalid's voice and touch, Wolfram frowned. "Khalid," he muttered and released a groan. Tired from arguing, Wolfram loosely held his arms at his sides. "This is not what I want and I cannot stay. Your intentions are good but you're doing it all wrong. Now let me go. I don't love you and I never will."
With every word, Khalid's softness melted and jealousy and rage overtook once again. Keeping his composure, however, Khalid grasped Wolfram's jaw. "Wolfram," he murmured and made to kiss the blonde passionately.
Flustered, Wolfram thrust the taller one off of him. "Stop it, Khalid! Damn it, what's wrong with you?!" he demanded with a huff. "You've become crazy!"
That comment sparked a fury within Khalid that Wolfram had never witnessed. The prince could only shout as a vicious slap sent him reeling. "Don't you ever accuse me of such a thing!" Khalid ordered, seething.
Rubbing his face, Wolfram sneered back, "Bastard! What's happened to you? Do you have a double personality?!"
Clenching his jaw, Khalid's eyes softened when he noticed the startled look that Wolfram had. "Forgive me. It would be best if you went back to the palace while I attend to some things."
"Just you wait until Yuri gets here!" Wolfram managed to shout though his eyes expressed the fear that his voice could not.
With the slightest smirk, Khalid mocked, "Let him try. You've never experienced power like our own or the power within you, Wolfram."
Wolfram dropped his hand from his face. The fear was set aside and he raised his eyebrows. "My power?"
"You'll learn soon enough."
Wolfram growled and took a step back when Khalid approached, "When Yuri gets here, I won't hesitate to leave your damn Kingdom!"
"Why are you walking back? You fear me?" asked Khalid, though his eyes were more cynical than furious.
Wolfram halted in his retreat and took a firm stance. "I'm not afraid of you," he pronounced but flinched when Khalid's hand rose.
For a moment, Khalid held his hand near Wolfram's face, almost teasing. He then lowered it and thread his fingers into the mass of bright curls. "What do you think happens after death?"
"W-What? What do you mean?" whispered Wolfram, too frozen to even jerk away from the other's touch. "You talk nonsense now."
Tossing the insult aside, Khalid continued, "People define others as bad or good. Do the bad go to the same place as the good after death?" Khalid inquired, releasing Wolfram and settling his hand back to his hip.
Wolfram frowned and glanced down. "I don't know," he confessed. "And frankly, I could care less, you fiend! You're only angering me even more! I will never forgive you for what you've done to the others and especially Gunter! He may be obnoxious but he still didn't deserve what your people did to him!"
Khalid smiled with a sorrowful look. "Wolfram, if-"
"King Khalid!" a guard bellowed, sprinting toward them.
Suddenly professional, Khalid tensed and shifted to confront the guard. "What is it?"
"The incantation worked and Namir claims that The Bad is there," the guard began with a hesitant pace.
Wolfram winced at how violent Khalid's eyes became. "No," he hissed. "He's realized what we've tried to conceal about our Prince here."
That statement disturbed Wolfram. "Wh-What? Me? Khalid!" he hollered, grasping Khalid's arm. "What's going on?! Answer me, damn it!" he added when Khalid ignored his rant.
Groaning, Khalid shook his head as if contemplating. His face grew tight and rough in an instant and he pierced Wolfram with an authoritative glare. "You will stay here whether you agree or not," he ordered. "I'll be sending an invitation to His Highness to discuss a treaty."
To two guards that accompanied them, Khalid instructed, "Take him to the palace."
"Wh-Hey! Get your hands off me!" Wolfram shrieked, kicking.
Despite his protests, the soldiers were swift and gentle in transporting Wolfram into the lavish room. As they bowed before him and exited the room, Wolfram latched onto the doorknob.
"Damn it!" he growled, noting how the guards greeted him instantly. After slamming his door once more, he punched the door before deciding to rush toward the window.
Three soldiers stood affront his window, securing Wolfram's entire room. "Great," the prince mumbled with a defeated moan.
Falling upon the bed, Wolfram blinked at the ceiling.
What happened back there?
Shifting his eyes, Wolfram glanced at the windows. "I need to know what Khalid was talking about…"
An idea struck him and he opened the door once more. "Hey! Take me to Rashid's room!" he ordered.
Since Wolfram was not constrained to his room entirely, the guards were considerate and escorted Wolfram to Rashid's room, where they were left in solitude. The soldiers, however, remained outside the room to ensure their safety and to prevent a possible escape.
"Wolfram!" Rashid uttered in complete surprise. "It's so wonderful to see you!"
Wolfram smiled and settled into a seat. "Rashid, all is well? Are you being treated right?"
Lightly laughing, Rashid stroked his trimmed beard. "Yes, ever since you ordered them to. I was even allowed to shave. How about you, though? I heard what happened on the battlefield. Khalid has been behind it all, hasn't he?"
Leaning onto his hand, Wolfram mumbled, "You don't look all that surprised."
"I…suspected that my brother was framed. I think now for certain that Khalid planted those letters that sent my brother to his death," Rashid admitted quietly.
Wolfram politely allowed Rashid a brief moment of mourning as the ex-King's eyes glazed over. "I'm sorry, Rashid," he later expressed, eyes downcast.
"Ah, never mind that, boy. I'm not saying he was not deserving of death" Rashid laughed though it was strained. "So tell me what's been happening with my nephew."
Wolfram nodded and spoke in detail about Khalid's behavior.
Rashid began to slacken his countenance with each description. After a moment, he uttered, "I always feared Khalid would suffer psychologically as he grew older. It's not entirely his fault you know. I'm not excusing his behavior but you should know he's unstable."
With a snort, Wolfram grumbled, "I figured that much."
"I fear he will snap if provoked."
"Provoked?"
Rashid cleared his throat and adjusted his clothing. "I will tell you."
Nervous, Wolfram leaned forward in his seat.
"He was raped," pronounced Rashid, his words slick with repulsion. "He was just a kid only a bit older than little Namir."
"Raped?" repeated Wolfram as his eyes widened. "What happened and…who did it?"
Rashid articulated his exhaustion, "It was horrible. That…That man hurt Khalid badly. He was always displaying sick behavior but my brother insisted he was sane. I should have known. I was the only one Khalid told in detail about what happened. Khalid always called him Gi-Gi when they were younger. He trusted that man with all his soul even if he knew he was…not normal."
Wolfram rubbed his skin, feeling in need of a thorough shower. "Who is this Gi-Gi?" he asked, unsure if he truly wanted more information.
Rather reluctant, Rashid released a groan and rubbed his face. "I should have seen it. My brother wanted to keep him for power and it just backfired on us all."
"Who is it, Rashid?"
With the most disgusted countenance, Rashid murmured, "It-"
"Exposing the dirty laundry, Rashid?" interrupted a thick voice.
In a rapid action, Wolfram jerked his body to encounter Khalid rising from the shadows. He wore a sick expression and his stance was that of a nonchalant pose.
"Talking about my issues behind my back, are we?" Khalid asked in a tone coated with tease and contempt. "I'm not going to let you keep doing that. You, Wolfram, should know better than to sneak around."
"How did you know I was at Rashid's?"
Khalid continued to glare at Rashid. "On Sulteri soil, I know exactly where you are, Wolfram. Once I sensed you heading this way, I suspected you were snooping into other people's business."
Rashid swallowed. "K-Khalid, please. You're trying to help your people but you're acting just like him! Ever since that day, you've become self-destructive and si-"
"And what? Sick? Crazy?" suggested Khalid, teeth exposed like a predator. He smirked in approval when Rashid lowered his eyes apologetically. "Well, I suppose I can't punish you. You're just looking out for your nephew."
Wolfram stood and took a step toward Khalid. "Why didn't you tell me, Khalid?"
"Keep your mouth shut. This doesn't concern you."
"What do you mean, it doesn't concern me? Of course it does!"
Khalid snarled, "Shut up."
"Sagira was right to warn me about you," Wolfram muttered to himself.
Khalid snatched Wolfram's wrist with a violent grip. "What did you say?"
"Khalid, that hurts!"
In response, Khalid clenched Wolfram's wrist more brutally. "He's been speaking to you?!"
A grimace tore through Wolfram's face. "Ow! Khalid!"
"Answer me!" Khalid demanded.
"Yes! He's been using the plant life to speak to me! But he said you were-Ahh!"
Groaning at the sudden tightening, Wolfram was dragged out of Rashid's room and slammed into the wall across the hallway. "Khalid!" he bellowed when the man refused to release his brutal grip.
Khalid shook Wolfram. "Fool! I thought he was only in your dreams! He's been speaking to you?! He must have His Highness then!" he growled.
Up to his limit, Wolfram narrowed his eyes and arched his back, hurling Khalid off of him. "What the fuck is your problem?! Rashid's right! You're going crazy!"
Not affected by Wolfram's rude gesture, Khalid's eyes glazed over, his thoughts far away. "That bastard has been winning this entire time. He's duped both of us."
"Are you listening to me, Khalid?!"
Khalid finally returned to his senses and looked at Wolfram with vulgarity. "Sagira can't be trusted."
Blinking, Wolfram shook his head in disbelief. "No. You all think he's bad because he's trying to stop you! He's supposed to be the king! Not you!"
Khalid grasped Wolfram's neck and steadied the boy. "You don't understand!"
Fear rapidly electrocuted Wolfram's spine, stilling him. Licking his lips, Wolfram growled, "He's trying to save me! You're lying to me again!"
With a shake of his head, Khalid released Wolfram.
"Sagira is cunning and clever. You may think I'm bad but Sagira-."
"No!" Wolfram shouted, refusing to hear more.
"Fine, have it your way," Khalid grumbled. "Stay in your room. That's an order."
Even before Wolfram parted his lips to retort, the guards were quick to hurl him with gentle force into his room. "H-Hey!" the Prince growled as the door was shut in his face. Wolfram heard a key piercing into the compartment that would lock the door.
"Khalid!" he screamed, slamming his fists against the wood. "Don't you dare lock me in here!"
Huffing, Wolfram rubbed his ear against the door's surface, hoping to catch any voices.
"Yes, Sir," a voice said before retreating footsteps followed.
As silence met his ears, Wolfram sighed and shoved himself away. There was little in his room that could be implemented to cause a racket as most of them were removed after Wolfram trashed the room four times. In the end, the blonde scanned his bed and crawled into it, clutching the pillow in hopes to ease his concern.
With a troubled mind, Wolfram observed the guards outside his windows and noted that the dark blanket of night was not to come so soon. Luckily for Wolfram, it provided enough time for his mind to relax so that his body could obtain sleep.
Even as exhaustion overtook the Prince of Sulteri, Wolfram's dreams were fretful.
101010
Namir stuck his head into the throne room, frowning upon seeing Khalid's restless behavior. The sun had begun its descent and the ex-prostitute had recently received information beneficial to his King.
"The Prince has fallen asleep," a guard informed to Khalid.
Khalid's eyes inspected a document and he nodded to the report. "Don't allow anyone to disturb him. He needs to rest. I need all the time I can spare to discover how I unlock the dark magic," he grumbled, rubbing his forehead. "I'm worried we've been falling deeper and deeper into a trap."
Hesitant, Namir bit his lip and was clever at sneaking back, away from the room. He concluded it best to confirm the findings of his spell and with that notion, he clad himself in black.
No one even noticed his disappearance.
101010
Conrad stretched his shoulder and tensed when the door opened. Gwendel's presence eased his anxiety and he tossed a curious smile at his elder brother. "How did it go? Did your magic work here?"
Shifting his eyes away from Conrad, Gwendel stiffened his walk. "It went well," he replied in a soft voice. "I'll be keeping watch below at the entrance with Sagira."
Frowning at his brother's distant movements, Conrad inquired, "Are you all right, Gwendel?"
"I am fine."
"Well, is Sagira going to get some sleep at least?"
"Sagira does not sleep. I'll see you later," the eldest brother said after inspecting the Great Sage and the Demon King, who slept soundly. "I just came to see if they were asleep."
Not even allowing Conrad a response, Gwendel left the room and settled himself outside of the building they resided in. From his view at the window, Conrad managed to spot him standing still like a thick tree. With an interested eye, the brunette also observed Sagira approach Gwendel, his lips parting as if speaking.
Outside, Sagira notified to Gwendel, "I'll be down the path. If something occurs, I'll be sure to contact you."
"Of course."
With an approving nod, Sagira shifted on his heels and strolled down a winding path. The twitching villagers snickered and acknowledged him with a bow to which Sagira replied with a grin. Sagira repeated the motion until his short journey led him to a hidden clearing brightened by illuminating stones protruding from the inner walls.
Cob-web like strings snatched around the limbs of a pale and nude body. It hung lifeless, with a set of matching bright eyes. From a distance one would be unable to even notice its presence.
Sagira smirked and stroked a cold thigh. "Poor thing," he whispered and quirked his lips into a frown. "You're not very well at concealing yourself!"
With the final word, Sagira spun and thrust a potent surge of magic. The shadows he targeted convulsed and a childish cry tore through the silent underground. Namir was spit out of the shadows and he collapsed to his hands.
"So the little whore found me. Don't think you've surprised me," Sagira hissed. "You've been hiding here for the last few minutes, snooping around for what you're stupid spell discovered."
Namir groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Y-You," he gasped. "You're that-"
"That's right. You ran your horned beast into me, threatening to have me skinned alive. You say you're Khalid's loyal servant but you hate those who look filthy or are of lower status," Sagira mocked, crossing his arms and piercing Namir with his most deadly glare.
"Who...?" Namir breathed. "You've been here all this time beneath our senses."
"I'm actually amused it took you a while to realize I was here," Sagira admitted while approaching Namir with a twisted expression.
In a sudden panic, Namir howled in fright and sent four shadow beasts lurching toward Sagira. "I won't let you hurt Khalid!"
The earth beneath Sagira's feet growled before thrusting upward, shattering the stones within the shadows and successfully diminishing them. Satisfied, Sagira giggled and slid his golden and crimson eyes to his side. "Thank you."
Namir glanced up in horror and spotted Gwendel just as the man commanded the ground to settle back. "No!" he growled. "Sagira will kill you! Get away from him!"
"So says the kid who made a beast drill a hole in my body," Gwendel mumbled, standing alongside Sagira.
To prevent an escape, Sagira commanded the ground around Namir to morph. It yanked at his limbs and tightened when he struggled. The boy became ensnared until only his arm and head stuck out of the cocoon.
Sagira rummaged through his robe and removed a handkerchief, which was used to silence Namir's cries. "Now, you be a good little slut and stay here until tomorrow, when I decide what's to be done with you. Gwendel, no one is to know of Namir."
"Yes," Gwendel grunted.
"And just to be sure you don't try any spells," Sagira began as his hands twitched. A powder danced upon his fingertips and the boy blew it into Namir's face. "You will only awaken upon my command."
Despite Namir's thrashing, the spell took immediate effect and he fell limp.
Glancing at Gwendel, Sagira informed, "Get back to your post before the others worry. I want to stay with my body in peace."
Without reluctance, Gwendel departed.
Sagira smiled at his body and murmured, "Now, all that I have to deal with is this letter."
Reaching into his robe, Sagira drew out the document and smirked as he read the contents.
"This is far too easy."
101010
Yosak shielded his eyes from the new morning sun and released a howl of delight, "Hey there, Lord von Christ!"
Dismounting his steed, Gunter stained a smile hoping to conceal his weariness. "Yosak, I apologize for not arriving earlier but I was unable to leave until later. Any news?"
Lifting his arms in an unsure manner, Yosak sighed. "No word from the captain, unfortunately. This is not good. It's been over twenty four hours," he clarified.
Gunter nodded. "Yes, I sense something has gone wrong. Where are they?"
"That kid Sagira took them into an underground place. It's got to be at least a day away. It's underground," Yosak informed. "I sent half the troops back home but we kept the others here at the campsite just in case."
"I see," uttered Gunter. "There's something grave I must discuss with you."
Yosak frowned and asked, "What is it?"
Gunter quickly ordered a few soldiers that had accompanied him to settle into camp. The elegant man settled down with caution beside a large log. After a quick rummage through his clothing, Gunter drew out a few documents.
"These were discovered in our library. It's why I couldn't leave so quickly."
Yosak raised his eyebrows and leaned closer to steal a glimpse of the papers. "What are they about?" he questioned, scanning over various diagrams.
"Wolfram."
"What?" Yosak asked, unsure if he heard correct.
Nodding, Gunter continued, "I fear that Khalid may not be the only threat."
101010
"Forgive me, Your Highness," Conrad murmured politely as he handed a refreshment to his king.
Yuri smiled and accepted the drink. Morning had apparently arrived, though they could not confirm that since they were beneath the surface. They had settled for breakfast and Yuri had just been updated by Murata and Conrad on the recent information about Wolfram and Sagira's conversation.
"It's okay, Conrad" the Demon King uttered, "I…wasn't in a state to be awake anyway I guess."
Patting Yuri's back, Murata offered, "Hey, the sleep did you well. Now eat up your breakfast so we can tackle the day, Shibuya."
Eyes downcast, Yuri smiled pitifully. "I guess. I just…Wolfram."
"Wolfram will not be hurt, Your Highness," Sagira assured as Gwendel assisted him in reaching his seat at the table. "Khalid has offered an invitation."
Blinking, Yuri curiously inspected the letter that was presented to Conrad to read. "What?" he whispered and shifted in his chair to peer over his godfather's shoulder.
"It's as Sagira suspects," Conrad explained. "It gives specific directions on how we may enter Sulteri without creating problems. He wants us to arrive this evening if we're not at a far distance."
Murata looked to Gwendel. "Have you spoken to Yosak at all?"
The man did not even shift a muscle to address Murata. "Nothing yet," he replied mechanically.
Sighing in an overly dramatic fashion, Sagira leaned upon his small hands. "I suppose Khalid plans to explain about Wolfram."
Conrad narrowed his eyes while folding the letter. "What about Wolfram?"
"I never told you because there was never an appropriate time but Wolfram is, how shall i say...a life force for Red Eye," Sagira enlightened as he munched on a fruit.
"Wolfram is Red Eye's life source?" repeated Yuri, eyes large.
With a nod, Sagira swallowed his food and elaborated, "Oh yes. You must understand that dark magic cannot exist freely for it would create chaos. When the dark magic was sealed way back when, it had to be kept safe inside a person because it was most effective that way. When that person dies, it is transferred to another."
"How?" asked Conrad, narrowing his eyes.
"That's not important," responded Sagira. "The dark magic that sustains Red Eye is inside Wolfram. If something bad were to fall upon them, Wolfram's mind will unconsciously release massive amounts of power to save them. This will only now occur now that Khalid, the King of Red Eye, has taken Wolfram."
Murata rubbed his chin and uttered, "So if he is taken away from Red Eye…"
"That's a major flaw if that happens," added the child. "It would, first off, leave Red Eye extremely vulnerable and if in the wrong hands, Wolfram could be used to cause destruction, basically."
The child's voice was amused and Murata tightened his jaw. "You know a lot about this," the Great Sage muttered.
"As I told Wolfram, I am Khalid's older brother. I was the first one fused with esoteric and demonic power," Sagira explained. "I've been following Red Eye even after the attempted execution of my original body."
Yuri blinked. "Wow, his older brother? How…I mean…er…"
"You still have your original body somewhere, correct?" asked Murata when Yuri failed to formulate a sentence.
"It's here in safety. If we get Wolfram back, I can use him to get back my original body and the power that came with it. Though I still have some abilities, my body has a lot more stones and is on par with Khalid, if not more powerful."
Inspecting the area, Conrad inquired, "And what of the few people that live here. Are they from Sulteri? I don't mean disrespect but their behavior is…unusual."
"They are…friends of mine," Sagira cautiously stated, glancing at those around him. "They follow me where I go. They trust me. As for their behavior, don't mind it."
A thought sprung into Yuri's mind and he added, "Hold up. So you're Khalid's big brother and he tried to have you killed because you were against him?"
"I suppose that's one way to put it," Sagira confirmed.
Yuri leaned in his seat. "You can save your people by saving Wolfram? How so?"
"Don't misunderstand me. The source of Red Eye's life is Wolfram but also in the location of Sulteri," Sagira said. "I'm certain if Wolfram, a major life source of Red Eye, is away from them, it can provide us with a great advantage."
"Wait. Why is Sulteri a life source for Red Eye?" pressed Conrad.
Sagira simply shrugged. "Who knows. You can't expect us to have the answers to everything," he admonished.
"You say you've been trying to warn Wolfram about Khalid? It seems unlikely that you never managed to get that simple message across," Murata pondered, setting aside his food.
Conrad instantly noticed the brutal eye that Sagira shot at the Great Sage. The child, however, was quick to replace it with a smug grin. "Oh," he began, "So you doubt me now? Well, you can leave but I won't stop until Wolfram is away from Khalid and I'd love to see you try it alone."
Yuri frowned and was hasty to add, "Hey, Murata! He's been helping us all this time! There were probably extenuating circumstances!"
"No, I wasn't being insulting. I was just thinking how you claim that they kept cutting you off. They must really hate you," Murata elaborated, though the others were quite unsure of how to respond to such a statement.
Shrugging, Sagira mumbled, "Well, I'd hate me too if I were in the position. I have to save my people though, Your Highness. We'll get Wolfram back," he assured. "I promise it."
Yuri flicked his eyes to the child and smiled. "Yeah, we will. I just hope Red Eye won't fry us."
"We make our move when you enter the palace. I'll use Gwendel as my host and I'll be sure to keep Khalid unaware," the boy reported, patting Gwendel's shoulder.
Peering at his brother, Conrad inquired, "You've been quiet, Gwendel. Is all well?"
Sagira poked the stiff man and replied to Conrad, "I'm sure he'll be just fine."
Gwendel looked to Sagira and nodded.
101010
Wolfram rubbed his face with the cloth and he stiffened as Khalid stepped into his personal room. Ignoring the taller man, the Prince completed drying his face with care. He had refused to attend breakfast but had his food brought in. Noting the blonde's cold shoulder, Khalid had come to analyze the boy and to initiate a conversation.
"I hope you slept well."
The statement nearly boiled Wolfram's blood to a dangerous level. Hurling the cloth aside, he stabbed Khalid with a glare through the mirror. "Not really considering all the nightmares about being molested, smacked, and kept in the dark about serious matters," he retorted.
Khalid unlatched his arms and neared the other. "You're a liar but I understand why you're upset," he said while arrogantly slithering his arms around Wolfram's hips.
Narrowing his eyes, Wolfram secured his hands on Khalid's chest, keeping him at a slight distance. "Lout. You're really starting to piss me off. I don't understand why you're acting so peculiar."
"There were some unforeseen threats that have jumped in," Khalid attempted to clarify. "I came to tell you whatever you wished to ease your mind."
Wolfram raised a suspicious eyebrow and asked, "Is that so?"
"Truly, my love."
Before Khalid managed to place a kiss upon Wolfram, the blonde smacked his hand over the man's face to block access. "Don't even try it," he threatened and completely dislodged their mock embrace. "Alright, then. Tell me more about you and Sagira when you were younger."
Oh, I hit a tender spot, Wolfram thought with a smirk when Khalid's eyes brightened. Too bad I really am beyond caring.
Khalid took a step back and stood in thought for a brief moment. "My father wanted to rule various countries and my mother longed for eternal beauty as I mentioned previously. They knew that Sulteri was historically a land of alternative magic, which in time, became dark magic."
Wolfram crossed his arms and remained silent, ordering Khalid to continue.
Taking the hint, Khalid added, "They wanted their first born to be the very first fusion. Unfortunately, they were willing to risk his health to gain power. Studies were done and as soon as Sagira was born, he was fused. It's still unknown if the stones made him crazy or whether he was born that way.
The experiment failed miserably and Sagira was rewarded a ridiculous amount of power and with his sick mind, it was put to satisfy his pleasure. He stayed though because my father believed he could control him. It wasn't until I was born that the experiment was perfected."
"Why were you given so much power, though?" asked Wolfram.
Chuckling Khalid replied, "Well, I wasn't fused at birth. Those that already became members of what's now called Red Eye already knew my father would not suffice as its King. I was young but I was considered a suitable candidate. Thus, an elaborate plan began, which still unfolds."
"You've…been planning this all?"
"You could say that. I chose you to be mine the first time I saw you. It was after Conrart transported Julia's soul but before you met His Highness," Khalid notified.
Frowning, Wolfram quickly inquired, "How do you know about Julia?"
Khalid's lip twitched. "I know all about Earth."
"How?"
With a shift of his shoulders, Khalid shrugged. "Don't concern yourself with that. Anyway, His Highness should be arriving sometime tomorrow. I know he's not far from here."
The sound of Yuri's name crossing Khalid's lips perked Wolfram up. "Yuri's coming?" he breathed, eyes brightening. "He's coming to rescue me!"
"No. We're to discuss the future of our countries," Khalid chuckled, amused by Wolfram's childish behavior. "I am very persuasive, Wolfram. Your marriage to me will benefit both of our countries."
With a deep frown, Wolfram grumbled, "Beneficial? I doubt that."
Khalid's eyes illuminated a sick ambition. "Sulteri may become very upset if their Prince was taken away. We would need to use force upon the Great Demon Kingdom to bring him back," he explained, words soaked in threat.
"You…damn…"
"Are you willing to put your own feelings before your country, Wolfram? The fact is, you were mine before His Highness rubbed his paws all over you," Khalid clarified again. "It's a legal contract; granted that it's sealed with dark magic but oh well."
Wolfram pointed at Khalid. "You cannot force me to marry you!"
"Arranged marriages are common, Wolfram. You know that. My methods may be questionable to others but I'm doing what's best for my kingdom."
Tears of rage nearly escaped Wolfram's eyes. "W-Why did you have to lie to me for that?! I trusted you, Khalid! I trusted you when no one else did!" he shrieked, hurling his fist to make contact with Khalid's face. "You made me look like a fool!"
Khalid caught the arm with ease and he jerked Wolfram into an embrace. "I suppose you are then just a fool," he murmured into a blanket of golden curls. "I will not reveal the reasoning behind my actions."
A sob tore from Wolfram's throat as he attempted to break the contact. "You just wanted those damn scrolls, didn't you? I bet you were never possessed the night Conrart killed you!"
Laughing froze Wolfram's sob. Peering up, he scrunched up his face in fury as Khalid quieted his laughing.
"Ah, yes, Conrart. I have to remember to thank him for killing me," Khalid cooed, releasing Wolfram when the boy's actions became violent.
"Thank him? You wanted to die?!" demanded Wolfram, rubbing his soaked eyes. "You are sick!"
Silencing his laugh, Khalid snorted at the comment. "My death completed the process to my becoming King of Sulteri. Since you were to be mine, a blood relative, one who loves you dearly, was to kill me. Why? Well, I suppose that's just the sick humor of the dark magic."
"You speak as if the dark magic has a personality," Wolfram mumbled, not amused.
Khalid shot him a curious look. "It does."
"Pray, do tell," Wolfram mockingly ordered, placing his hands on his hips in an arrogant gesture.
With the smallest smirk, Khalid extended his slender index finger and pointed at Wolfram.
Following the finger's b-line, Wolfram stuttered, "M-Me?"
"Bingo."
"W-WHAT?! I never would have ordered such a thing!"
Khalid shook his head and reassured Wolfram, "No, it was not you. I was only teasing. The order came from It. You simply hold Its power."
Wolfram rolled his eyes. "So first it's The bad, and now It?"
"The black magic inside of you can take on Its own temporary form in drastic times," Khalid elaborated. "It also can speak to Its King and Its keeper, that being you and I, of course."
Unsure of how to respond, Wolfram ran a shaky hand through his hair while his eyes focused on a detailed pattern on the floor. When no words managed to escape his lips, Wolfram groaned and buried his face into a hand.
"This is too fucked up for me," he admitted and released a breath to steady himself. "Okay…"
"Yes?" Khalid asked, tilting his head.
"I don't think I want to think about this…magic inside of me. I just want…things to be normal," Wolfram confessed and he strolled to the windows, pressing the palms of his hands against them. The chilling temperature offered him comfort.
Khalid trailed after him and snuggly tucked an arm around the blonde's waist. "You're meant for more than that life, Wolfram. You'll give rise to the most powerful kingdom. The people of Sulteri can finally live in tranquility."
Wolfram shut his eyes and permitted Khalid's gentle touch, deciding he would indulge for a few sinful moments. "I don't want to be that Prince. I don't wish to condemn these people but Sagira said that black magic will only bring bad things."
"He's sick."
"Regardless, it's true. Maybe some things aren't mean to be messed with, like the things in your dark spells. It's just…bad and I still think you're wrong about Sagira and me. I love Yuri and I want to be with him. It tears me apart, Khalid," Wolfram whispered, shifting around to pierce Khalid with a naked expression. "I need to be with him."
Khalid absorbed Wolfram's exposition. He stroked Wolfram's shoulder and pressed his lips to the boy's forehead. "Wolfram…"
"Let me go, Khalid. Please. I ask you as a comrade from that time long ago."
The King of Sulteri released Wolfram, abandoning the blonde's request.
"K-Khalid!" Wolfram shouted as the man retreated for the door. "Please! I beg of you! If you were ever that kind person from long ago, please let me go!"
Despite Wolfram's unusually vulnerable and desperate cries, Khalid refused to return a comment but he paused once reaching the doors.
Tear stained, Wolfram sniffed when Khalid craned his neck to meet emerald eyes.
"You were a fool to fall in love so quickly."
With that, Khalid exited and slammed doors shut behind him, securing the locks.
Wolfram collapsed to his knees.
"Yuri..."
101010
Sagira tensed and halted in his steps. Sensing disturbances back in Sulteri, he giggled and continued the path that would lead him into his secluded section. He instructed the others to prepare and remain in the make-shift Inn while Sagira would scout for information.
"Of course, I have a matter to deal with first," he reminded himself upon witnessing Namir and his original body. "Wakey, wakey."
Sagira grinded his index finger and thumb to produce a loud snap, awakening the other child.
Namir blinked, recalling his situation, before gasping. "W-What are you-"
"Shut up," Sagira snarled, drawing out his dagger before thrusting it deep into Namir's mouth.
101010
A bolt of agony ripped through Wolfram's mind. He hissed and grasped his head, uncertain as to where the sudden pain originated from. He was thankful to still be on his knees for he knew he could not stand.
Help…me…
Groaning, Wolfram struggled to steady his vision. "W-Who…are you?"
101010
Unable to shriek, Namir croaked, a gurgling sound worthy of being animalistic. Salty trails of tears were quick to soak his young face, which soon was tainted with the small amount of blood that trickled from the wound.
"I thought about keeping you but…oh well. It's too bad you're with Red Eye because blood loss is relatively zero since you're already dead," Sagira declared, lightly applying pressure to the hilt of the dagger, threatening to have the blade's end puncture a hole in Namir's neck.
A sound startled Namir and his eyes slid to the side. Upon seeing Gwendel, he moaned, begging for assistance. The man eyed him over and smiled, shattering Namir's hopes for survival.
"Luckily I know how to bring one of your kind to a slow death," Sagira chirped, grasping the boy's exposed arm. With the most sinister grin, Sagira began forcing the arm to turn.
Namir's eyes widened and he would have shaken his head if it weren't for the dagger lodged within his mouth.
The arm continued to turn even beyond normal flexibility until a sickening crunch signaled the bone's shattering. The bone snapped and tore out of Namir's skin ruthlessly.
101010
Wolfram stifled a yell and was near vomiting when the cry came again.
HELP ME!
The pain was quick to fade and a sensation within him, one of unknown origins, swirled. Wolfram panted as his body's temperature escalated and the sky darkened.
Please! HELP ME!
In an instant, an explosion erupted from Wolfram, calling forth a blazing inferno.
Blinded by the fire, Wolfram only recalled a boy's screaming as he drowned in the flame.
101010
Sagira laughed as Namir's attempts to whimper failed. "Isn't it funny how he cries, Gwendel?"
"Of course."
Namir stole a weak glance at Gwendel, a horrified and baffled look harboring in his eyes.
"Oh? You didn't realize Gwendel was capable of such sick amusement? Well, that's because he's a part of my family now," Sagira explained, trailing a tongue over Namir's face, lapping at the metallic and salty flavors.
Gwendel dipped his body into a kneeling position and tipped his upper body in a bow. As his head rose once more, Namir was petrified by the bloody eye Gwendel possessed. His eyes shut tight and he mentally screeched.
"Let's get this over with. I have a date to keep, Gwendel."
"As you command, Sir," Gwendel uttered.
"I've got a reputation to keep up," Sagira began, crouching to whisper in Namir's ear. "I've got a secret for you. I know you think I'm sick but I'm more than that..."
Namir moaned as a sickening twist in his stomach made him ill and it was Sagira's following statement that unfortunately confirmed his suspicion.
"I am The Bad."
1010…tbc…1010
Wow, I had a hell of a time writing this, considering how difficult it was. Wolfram was extremely difficult to keep in character because he still harbors positive feelings about Khalid but he knows he wants to be with Yuri.
I really hope you had a good time with this chapter. I hope you didn't expect this twist as much as the one concerning Khalid. I hinted a little bit of it during this chapter but that was about it.
Sorry it took me so long, again.
Until the next blood-fest,
Mirai Kurosaki