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*a private roleplay between Teesie and Gin

 

"The world solely exists for yours truly..."

 

 

 

Sir Chrone Wilde |22|

 

Having his skills acknowledged by the Emperor himself, Chrone had already succeeded the title of 'the Knight.' The highest in rank from all of the knights and is next in command below the King. Chrone, though attained one of the highest status, isn't that of a flawless type. He's rather short-tempered and always with a mouth full of spite. He prefers to be left on a battlefield rather than on a learning site. Adept in excessive sword fighting, Chrone was feared within his kingdom for such skills.

 

He had no special skills beside swordsmanship and all his hobbies lies on sword fights.

 

 

"shit this isn't good--"

 

A clash of heavy metal appeared right before their very eyes. Alstreim's army had been reduced and outnumbered drastically by the opposite party. Despite their skills on swordsmanship, still, nothing beats an armory of men and with weapon called 'guns.' Alstreim's soldier carried riffles yet outclassed by the latter party's number. Only the knight himself showed no pity of holding a gun. Instead, he carried with him his ever trustworthy mithril sword. Saw his comrades falling one after the other, Chrone immediately slaughtered all the impediments in his way just to rescue his struggling subordinates.

 

"Go, I'll take care of this." blocking the blow that was supposedly gonna hit his wounded ally.

"But, sire--" he responded, hesitance engraved in his eyes.

"Just go. Know the right time to surrender will you--this is a command, withdraw!"

"We'll wait for you at the rendezvous~! "

 

Talk about himself, he even didn't withdraw and continued fighting the useless enemies. Chrone was severely wounded yet showed no signs of it in front of his subordinates. He knew from the start, that he's not going back alive. All that mattered to him was to kill more of the enemy's soldier; decrease their outrageous number. Despite being known as a one man battalion, Chrone was indeed human, he couldn't help but feel the strength leaving from his body gradually.

 

He whirled his huge sword within the enemy and advanced further, killing a couple of them stealthily. *toogsh a bullet pierced through his armor, down to his flesh.

 

"Shit--" He accidentally knelt as blood slowly escaped from his body.

 

Chrone groaned a bit as he put pressure on his arms. He'll end up like a swiss cheese if he's gonna stay at that place for another minute. Nevertheless, he'd already prepared for his death. It's a matter of time that the enemy had started to gather and surround the weakened him.

[Teesie]

 

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Exus Belsmidth

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The kingdom was under his command fearing his judgement if not willed by him. The king was known to be a cold hearted man that gave not an inch of sympathy for male nor female. Any person who questioned his purposals were killed immediately. Exus was also known for his exceeding triumph, that being succeeded with his excellence of strategy. The male was a highly praised tactician, therefor gaining the title 'Tactician of Haeßburg.' though every souls knew of the man's cold demeanors they had no idea for his arousal for slaves. Slaves in which he kept for his own benefits, relishing in giving them pain. That was better left unknown.

 

 

The heavy fire of artillery was all that could be heard from the position the king was in. He was standing upon a cleft observing the battle. Felling a slight amount of triumph as his army shot through the flesh of the Alstreim dogs. Hair whisking in a harsh manner as the impact from the artillery hit grounds close to him. Smirking slightly he watched as they fell, some retreating to saftey. It wouldn't matter where they ran Exus planned to take over this land by the end of this season if not much sooner.

 

Blood shed and screams filled the air. The black haired male standing with my much confident as if nothing could end his charade and at this point it was true. Quickly pulling a gun he twirled it and shot the soldier that thought he had stealthily snuck behind him. Turning around he began to pierce the skin of those who had followed the other. All falling in a matter of seconds he once again put away the weapon to face the field.

 

One scene caught his eye. A male. Such good swordsmanship. He was managing to slice through many of his men, though in the end it was all futile. The man would die just as all the other Alstreim mutts. Slowly walking toward the battle field he dropped from the cleft landing on one knee. Pulling out his gun he shot the man through the shoulder. The other fell to his knees Exus approaching him slowly. He would be there in a matter of time. His soldiers had kept a distance due to them knowing the male was his prey. They was aware to never take out someone he had an interest in.

[gin]

The smell of gun powder, the humid air, and the taste of metal; all of these had filled his senses. Screw his weaknesses for he hadn't rescued his men. The smoldering carnage within him had paused on its momentum. It's as if a gigantic tank had lost its bullet. Men after men, his soldier was mercilessly slaughtered. Chrone, imagining the families that they've left and guarded, screamed atop of his lungs. A fallen warrior on a battlefield, he indeed was.

 

The pain that everyone felt after their Sovereign's death was taunting in front of him. The smile of the bastard who murdered him, right in front of his eyes, twenty-four hours ago. He tightly gripped at his weapon, channeling every aura left, mustering all his strength just to stand. Spare the last ounce of his force, he needed to kill that bastard who've taken their King. Ignoring the heavy damage that was inflicted upon him, forcing his strength back to a hundred percent. He was only clinging for his last ray of hope; the fuel called "anger."

 

"You fuckin' bastarrrrdddd" his words full of hatred.

 

Running through the moisten soil, he continued to move forward. Aiming at the target a few meters away. Just a bit more and this will be over---.

 

--i'll drag him to hell together with me...

 

[Teesie]

Impressed Exus watched as the man stood on his two feet seeming to recover as if nothing happened. Watching amazed as he cut mercilessly through his knights. The man let out a chuckle. This man, whoever he was, would be a force to reckon with. When the male let out a foul phrase the king watched as he rushed toward him. On closer inspection he knew exactly who the man was. Chrone....Chrone Wilde. The next in command to Alstreim.

 

Jumping back as the other slashed at him he pulled his gun to shoot at the other's legs. Though he was quick to be injured he had dodged the bullet with ease. Continuing to shot he rolled from another strike before getting to his feet and dashing away. If he wanted to kill this dog he would need distance. Though the soggy sound of soil let him know that the other was after him. Exus smirked, this man had mustered so much strength and he was fatally wounded. Quickly dodging a bullet that his soldier had shot recklessly the raven haired man turned to the other putting the gun to his skull. "Drop the weapon...I'll let you live."

 

Time seemed to pass slowly as the wind blew the clothing as well as hair of the two men. It seemed as if they were the only two on the battlefield. He watched to see the others actions, any sudden movement other than him releasing the weapon the king would shoot with no remorse.

[gin]

A rule that was taught in the army school in Alstreim, "Fight with courage, not with anger." Those words were instilled inside his head, barely repeating in his memories. Yet to hell with those teachings, he needed this killing over and done. It might not be possible to come out alive surrounded by twenty Haeßburg soldiers. As long as he'd taken their ruler down, he'll reign victory.

 

He immediately slashed with all his might, heaving his huge Mithril towards the bastard of a King. As expected he'd dodged, he haven't acquired such title just to end his life easily. Indeed, he's insanely strong. No matter how Chrone strike with full-force and stealth, the enemy could easily dodge it. The knight somersaulted immediately as the gun was pointed at him. He's also noted as a person that's as slippery as an eel. Fast eyes focusing at the enemy, with the boost of motor coordination in his entire body.

 

As he was distracted by the poor shots the soldiers had fired, meticulously evading them. Chrone hadn't realized that his main enemy was on his back, seeking for his surrender. Chrone halfheartedly comply, as he slowly placed his huge sword on the ground, placing both of his arms on the air.

 

His gaze piercing to his sworn nemesis as a barrel was swiftly moving on midair. The barrel that was pointed at him earlier had been easily dispatched by his left foot. He was no knight for just a title, he'd known the art of self-defense or two.

 

The male finally managed a blow on the ruler's gut, it would've been stronger if he's not covered with wounds.

[Teesie]

The king watched as the mutt lowered the sword skeptically watching for any other moves. As the mithril was successfully on the ground and the man had surrendered the black haired male let his guard down, though that was a mistake. The gun was kicked into midair and out of the male's hand. Eyes darting to the barrel he reached for it to blow the other's brain out but a thrust to his stomach from Chrone's fist sent Exus stumbling. Flipping backwards he grabbed at a branch that was lying on the ground. Once in an crouched upright position he threw it at the other running behind the object to deliver a swift kick to the other's side.

 

Managing the hit the black eyed man dodge a strike by the other turning to reach for his gun. This gave the other enough time to successfully strike him knocking him to the floor. Quickly standing he spun to snatch a gun from a nearby soldier starting to shoot at the other male, but as before he was quick. Bullets embedding into trees as he missed the target steadily firing while grabbing more guns from other soldiers.

 

The king could tell that this man didn't get his title for no reason. He was a man of his skills very good indeed. Firing bullets after bullets he missed, nearly following his target in a circle. No success was made on either side, but soon he would run out of bullets and this would leave him open to just defend himself with combat.

[gin]

"Are you blind? Your just wasting bullets here--" Pissing the other party as he managed to distance himself away from the opposing King. He had to thank the trees for covering him away from those darn bullets. The king reloaded and fired, yet none had landed at him fatally, just a couple of grazes. The male had managed to knock some of the enemy's soldiers as they've pursuit him.

 

He was barely walking and hiding on the bushes. How lame were they? He's just only one person and it took them a lot of effort capturing him. He gave a light chuckle as he managed to find this serious battle in a comical light. He had no weapons left, just a sharp jungle knife inside his armor. That wouldn't suffice versus a gun, except for his mithril sword that was laying on the ground, completely left behind.

 

For a moment, Chrone stopped moving. He grabbed his jungle knife and silently squat at the ground, listening at the cannon's kilometers behind and buzzing sounds of the soldier's searching for him. He had another idea left, his Plan C, to kill himself. He'd better die than to be humiliated at the arms of the enemy. Only he and the king had known the treasuries exact location. It's better been buried together with him, within the soils of earth. Holding tightly at the weapon, his eyes showed no hesitation. Soon he'll follow his king--

 

--I'm sorry Ana, brother can't stay. Please be safe. His eyes slowly shutting, arms raised with the knife.

[Teesie]

Searching for his target he saw that the other had squatted behind a bush with a knife raised in his hand. The blade pointed at the opening of his neck line. Well it seemed like he had planned to end his life. What a silly fool that would not veined honorable. Coal eyes narrowing the tactician dashed toward the other aiming to shoot the knife from the mutt's hand. A shot was fired, the bullet swiftly knocking the knife from Chrone's hands. Approaching the king glared at the man known for his battle skills.

 

"You would end your own life....so trivial. Though I could care less of what you do...." aiming his gun at the other's head. "I wouldn't care but... There's something that I wish from you first. The treasure that you mutt Alstreim know of. Where is it?" Exus hadn't come all this way just to see the sire kill himself. The man wanted the diamonds, after he was told the location of the valuable gem stones the boy could do whatever he wished to himself. The raven haired man knew that this commander knew where it lies.

 

Other soldiers rushing to capture the once hidden male. Exus watched as the enemy was hoisted up by his soldiers and held tightly. "Don't move...." were the kings last words as the fellow knights successfully bound Chrone's wrist together. Placing down his gun he jerked his head to the cleft at which he was standing before entering the battlefield. The men began to drag the the foe toward the desired direction. The mutt was finally captured.

[gin]

"Like the hell I know! " He exclaimed angrily. The male was on his dire moments of going to the second life yet then again once halted. Was going to the other world prohibited? He hurled his body to where the jungle knife was located yet the troops had arrived, tightly securing his hands on his back. He hissed in pain as his wounds were purposely touched by the soldiers. "His Royal Highness," he summoned the opposing King's attention. "I don't know, but I really can't distinguish you and your kin--I felt you're worse than a gold digger--" he rebuked, glaring at the other male with full authority.

 

He was then welcomed by heavy punches by the latter's undying supporters circling around him, telling him to watch his words. Though Chrone paid no attention to the pain, he was still smiling pridefully in front of their hideous faces. His bangs, covered with blood, his vision was getting redder; he didn't know what was true anymore. The male was dragged forcefully, barely exercising a strength to struggle.

 

Though he'd sworn to the king to keep the secrets of the Empire together with him on his grave, Chrone wasn't used to torture. In fact, he haven't experienced one, being gallant and strong as he was. But he could handle keeping his mouth shut no matter what horrid tortures await him. The young man even planned his escape, it'll be over once he escape--letting his guard at its highest peek.

[Teesie]

The king followed closely behind his soldiers as they dragged the noble Alstreim mutt. The man had a foul mouth for a captured swordsman the raven haired male would have to show him to keep most word to himself. The man of tactician was no fool. As all Alstreim dogs this man by the name of Chrone Wilde was one with high pride he wouldn't talk easily, albeit the king would make him give location to the diamonds even if he had to do unthinkable actions to the other. Actions that he had never attended to or even thought of attending.

 

The cleft was now ahead of them the heavy impact of the artillery still shaking the ground as it fired at the enemy troops. Walking to a tank that he had arrived on the king jumped into the side perch pulling himself into the armored vehicle. Looking to the enemy now in their capture he gave the knights a look. Nodding his men took hold of the other before roughly setting him inside another motored engine. The king would now take the male back to the castle with him, Exus had to learn of the goods. The male wasn't as patient as one should be when going through times like this.

 

The troops held guard as the enemy soldiers was trying effectively to retrieve the commander. As if the king would even let them get close. This man was the last hope to even finding the treasure. Beginning to steer the heavy vehicle back into the trail the horde of Haeßburg had took to get here. The coal eyed man planned to get there safely. This path was cleared of all mutts by this point in time.

 

The kingdom was days away, but at least Exus had someone to entertain him now. He would have fun with the noble swordsman. This would teach the other to talk sooner than he even expected. Though the king hoped not to frighten the man too soon. That would end his entertainment too soon, but he doubt the other would break so soon. He was too stubborn. That was fine with the tactician if he put up a fight it will be all the more special to see him cave to his purposals.

[gin]

The king paid no attention to his hurtful words, indeed he was terrifyingly cold. Chrone had witnessed how this King had reacted when his subordinates were facing cruel deaths. He really was this kind of man, as the rumors says, heartless... Chrone couldn't help but gulp, the man was the biggest impediment of all. From the looks of it, he wouldn't release him, scot-free, just by saying that he didn't know the treasure's location. The seemingly cold demeanor made Chrone grit his teeth, even the treatment to the enemy's own soldiers made him angry. It's as if they were tossed like pawns.

 

His eyes widened upon thinking that his homeland will be conquered in a matter of days. He'd imagine those vast lands covered with blood. Chrone hoped and pray that the citizens won't battle anymore, just surrender, for their own safety. They can retrieve the lands but not the lives of those killed.

 

As he was forcefully pushed into the tank, he could see his own men trying to retrieve him at all cost. Seeing them killed one-by-one was horrifying, more painful than all the pain inside his body being summed up.

 

"CEASE YOUR ACTIONS AND SURRENDER!!" he shouted at them with all his might. But their minds were hard as steel, they resumed their attacks. "shit--" His eyes tight close as their screams were heard.

 

This war shouldn't have taken place if not for the treasures. Goddammit~! That King should die! No matter how Chrone had cursed him inside his mind, there's no way he'd just die like that. If words could kill-- he grit his teeth trying to find balance despite his position.

 

His breath had started to get rougher. In a confined space, adding his severe wounds, Chrone had finally felt the heavy damage he'd experienced earlier. His mind could all shoot the pain he'd felt, until his consciousness had slowly faded away. All he could remember was his dizziness, seriously him and his motion sickness.

[Teesie]

The trail was littered with the enemies blood. Those mutt Alestreim's were all scattered around in the areas they had fallen. Haeßburg was conquering the land slowly at a time. The king would soon return after a while. The man had informed his troops to surrender but it made no difference. Exus had ordered the soldiers to shoot either if they surrendered or fought back. The raven haired man not wanting a single dog toxicating his land. Those except he had willingly chose to be his servants.

 

Eyes steering to the man of swordsmanship he noticed that he was still unconscious. The male needed to come to soon, the king had questions he wanted answer. "Wake him. He had rested too long." the black haired man told a set of soldiers. The men nodded trying their best to wake the male. Exus seen that Chrone was interesting. The king wanted to make sure to gain as much information about him as possible. Then if the other was willing maybe he could bribe him into joining the Haeßburg's army. A swordsman with exceeding combat skill could be used effectively instead of being killed like a fool.

 

Rolling the tense muscles in his shoulders the king faced ahead. It seemed as if some mutts had managed to live or were they more of a back up system? It was quite comical for them to think that they would actully win. The Alstreim thought that they would out smart the Haeßburg. Then they must haven't heard of his title.

 

"I expect those mutts to be killed in less than a minute." the one in command demanded. There was no exaggeration in his voice he was serious. Deadly serious. The troops all nodded before taking out rifles and scooping out the enemy soldiers in the path. Less than seconds bodies dropped lifelessly, like sickening flies. That was exactly what the raven haired king had wanted. His troops knew not to go against his commands, if wanted, he could kill them all by himself.

 

Artillery running into a mountained hill the king jumped from the tank. They would have to walk on foot from here. The vehicles would have to turn to take a different route while he and the known enemy, Chrone would take a boat. Of course the male would have backup to keep a watch on the mongrel.

[gin]

He felt a forceful nudge on his side and slightly opened his eyes. "ngh--" he protested. His vision was blurry no matter how many times he tried to blink. He wanted to squeeze his eyes but his hands were tightly bounded. He groaned at the pain he felt upon his befallen position. His body facing the floor as his legs were placed at a leveled place. He wasn't positioned well at that cramped machine. Chrone tilted his head to the guards that were watching at him like lion marking its prey. They should've released his restraints since he couldn't escape under his fatal condition.

 

Seriously! They should attend to his wounds immediately, he's starting to suffer from blood loss and the bullets were still inside his body add the fact that he had lots of broken bones. He wasn't that submissive of a captive but his energy had sunk back to zero. It would've been great that he could die immediately, even his mind was coping badly at the images of brutality an hour ago. Curse his photographic memory, it's like watching those scenes repeating inside his head all over again, like a black and white movie. It might be a talent since he can memorize the skills he'd just watch but it'll be a curse on situations like that.

 

Chrone slumped his head at the cold metal floor, glaring at the guards who were waking him up with no reason at all. Even their manners were rude, as if they'd need manners for a prisoner, he answered himself. Chrone had nothing left to do and lay down above the floor like a corpse. He even wanted to puke from the agony of his motion-sickness. He even admitted to himself that he was a pain in the ass.

 

--there's no way we're riding on that ship--- Eyes wide open, trying to fight back the soldiers who dragged him again forcefully.

 

 

[Teesie]

Anchor holding the ship from the raging waves the king boarded the ship. The troops dragging the other male to set him not so gentle on the deck. The dark haired male glanced to the other. The enemy was losing blood and quite quickly as well. Sighing the coal eyes glared at Chrone not in the least wanting to help him. Throwing away his hatred for the Alstreim mutt he looked to a soldier. "I need medical treatment delivered to this male." he ordered once again glancing at the commander.

 

Heavy footing was heard as the armor banged against the wood of the boat. The soldiers had ran to retrieve the items that the tactician had demanded. Slowing stalking toward the other he sat in close distant to the other. "Do you plan to be stubborn with the information. It would be much easier if you surrendered it to me. Therefore I won't have to bloody the lands with your kind any longer."

 

The look on the other's face was of pure hatred the male really hated him, he could tell that much. Haeßburg had betrayed the treaty that was purposed to send peace to the lands and end the bloody rivalry. The king couldn't take that as a answer to his problems. Not when the Alstreim mutts knew of said treasure and could willing take the gems whenerver they wanted. That was reasons that wretched Treaty of Frieden was revoked by him all together.

 

Footsteps returned as the Haeßburg soldiers rushed back with the medical supplies. For the mutt to live the raven haired male would have to attend to his wounds. Sighing once more he looked to the other and grabbed at his wrists. "If you so much as move one inch I won't hesitate to kill you." the tactician even wondered was that a threat seeing as the male was going to commit suicide. Though it wouldn't matter much he would just go through with his wishes.

[gin]

He felt at ease when he heard that he was getting some medical attention. That's good, he could probably heal himself, and escape that goddamn place. Though the motion sickness had triggered something on his abdomen, much closer to the feeling known as butterflies in the stomach. " Who in t--their sane mind would surrender to the likes of y--you--" his hoarse voice still fused with hatred.

 

Haeßburg Kingdom was a place filled with selfish people but the number one that ranked from the top is no other than their King. His name wasn't worthy to be remembered, though Chrone better admit that he's not used to remembering his enemy's names. Was it Excee? Exa?--his thoughts, scrambling inside his head as he felt the doctor had aided his wounds. He could even remember the moment that they initiated an ambush at the treaty place, killing their King, Lenaire. Then again, he was fueled with anger but was again taken from him as he felt the gauze pushed at his wounds. Even the aid wasn't that kind!

 

Chrone immediately inspected his swollen wrist, it felt years since he was free--though part of it was his exaggeration. He stayed still as his wounds were tended, not like he can escape at the middle of the sea though.

 

"urghhh---" he covered his mouth, his insides were starting to churn as the ship kept swaying in rapid movements.

 

A moment that occurred made him shock, well it's part of his plan, but he tried feigning his surprise. The expensive clothing that's in front of him was stained by his puke. The sticky fluid trailing down, smearing all over the clothing.

 

"Sorry pal, I thought you're a garbage can-- " Wiping the excess puke from his mouth, he stared at the King, grinning like an idiot inside. --that look at his face was priceless--- Seeing the King's clothes tainted by his very own puke. As if he cared for the next turn of events. Kill him? Fine! He tried to predict the King's script of killing him right away. Maaan, that idiot of a king is like a broken record.

 

 

[Teesie]

The doctor had tended to the enemies' wounds as he dishes out harmless remark of never surrendering to the Haeßburg kingdom. Though if it was up to the king he would be his whether he wanted to or not. Hissing from the disinfectants he glanced from the corner of his eye to the commander of the opposing army. Well...he sure had a cocky attitude for a weak mutt aboard his ship.

 

The doctor had stood to leave his soft footsteps padding along the deck as he once again disappeared behind the door to his personal room. Eyes averting to the enemy once again he was repulsed when the other vomited onto his clothing. The foul sticky fluid dripping down the fabric. The look on the other's face was fake as he let out a trashy comment of the king being a disposal. Standing from his position he spun to direct himself to his room.

 

"Take care of that foul creature...I want him put into the chamber." the soldier nodded giving a small 'yes' as the hoisted the enemy onto his feet. Dragging him underneath the deck chains rattling as the boat swayed lightly. Blades gleaming in the darkness as the sun rays pierced the ocean and shined through the small window. Throwing the injured male against the wall he was secured with shackles. Wrist, feet, waist and neck was all chained to the post of the boat. The knights left the Alstreim in the darkness returning above.

 

Damned mutt think he'll get away with this. I will make sure he never tries a stunt like that ever again. If he so much as think of puking he would swallow it all with a quickness. Chrone Wilde you will pay for your actions the man fussed as he ripped his clothes from his body and discarding them in a nearby trash can.

[gin]

Chrone was like a mentally incapacitated person grinning like an idiot as he was dragged by the soldiers away from his enemy. In his dire moments, he almost laughed crazily as he saw anger painted on the latter's face. Though miraculously he didn't shove a barrel atop his head, thus sending the captive knight below the deck. In truth he really was a happy-go-lucky person, but to think and act as such in times like that, well he's basically out of it. Though his taunts may not bring harm at least he had scored for a small point for pissing the other royally.

 

He was then pinned by the soldiers at the post, restricting all his mobile body parts. It was really tight, his breathing was labored, and his motion sickness again was starting to hit the spotlight. His mouth open widely as it tried to puke but all the food he'd eaten few days was already banished earlier. "Damn this--" he dropped his eyes as he stared blankly at the darkened room. Body wrapped in bandages, Chrone felt more worse than before. He was a patient, and his body should've been on a bed, he even thought his injuries might get worst.

 

The male couldn't sleep a wink, he tried to twist his neck but wasn't allowed. His muscles were starting to ache after many hours, which he couldn't count even more, being pinned at there tightly. Chrone groaned a bit as he heard the nth time his stomach had growled. He was a boy at work, he didn't even ate any meals from yesterday , so his stomach kept on complaining to feed it ASAP. At least feed him water, he thought.

 

Chrone, left with no choice, distracted himself at his younger sister's face. Ana was a twelve year old beautiful girl, she was everything to him since his parents died five years ago. Just thinking about her, made him go to lala land even just for a moment, disregarding the situation he was in.

[Teesie]

The man was now in different clothing after wiping himself throughly. That filthy mutt dare degrade him by using him as a disposal. Though that Alstreim needed to learn his place he would let the male stay under deck until tomorrow. Feeding the man was also a objective but at this point the king would NOT quench his hunger nor thirst. Discipline was needed for dogs at his rate. The commander Chronr Wilde deserved nothing.

 

Taking the steps necessary to be board the deck he glanced out to the ocean. The average days to get to Haeßburg kingdom would be around three days. The wind was breezing across the ship sending shiver through the tactician. It was becoming winter soon. Waves crashing against the boat rocking it for side to side Exus needed to see the mutt. The other couldn't hope to think that bring restricted was his full lesson.

 

Adjusting his clothing attention on the enemy the make began to approach the chamber. Heavy armored boots was heard padding behind him as he neared the room. "I would like to be left alone." he said voice laced with annoyance. Steps receding to nothing the dark haired male scrolled below deck.

 

Walking to the other, which seemed to be in his own thoughts, the king frowned. Staring at the other occupying the room he fold his arm. "Done with daydreaming?" coal eyes looking into the other's orbs as he was pulled from his thoughts. "Coming into a battle not fully prepared is foolish. Victory is inevitable." the king was once again thinking of how the Alstreim troops were killed quickly by the guns of his men.

 

Stepping away from the other he glanced to the torture item he had in the curb of the room, glistening as the sun assaulted them. Once again glancing at the enemie's face he thought of the pain he should inflict on sire commander Chrone the king teased in thoughts.

[gin]

"That's b--bullshit. If you haven't betrayed us in the treaty then things wouldn't go wrong! People wouldn't have to die. How thick-skinned are you, huh? I think you should replace Satan in his throne you piece of shit." As he spit unto the enemies face. His voice was low and weak yet it was full of hatred. What aggravated Chrone was the man's proud display of his inevitable winning. Was the cost of thousands of men dying was just to satisfy that bastard's plan? His vein popping visibly at his forehead as he felt his blood rushing to his head. But no matter how he tried to reach the bastard to punch him, he just couldn't since he was restricted tightly. He just rot in hell. He's no ruler, he's just a mere barbarian dressed in a fine clothing. There's no art of war in his strategies, his just a complete hypocrite.

 

Since the beginning, the king of their empire hated war. It means risking the lives of innocent men. All their land was in prosper and was in peace. Not until, this Kingdom had ransacked everything in their domain, just to search for this treasures. How thirsty for riches were they? None of this could've happen if not because of their greed.

 

Chrone was not at least in his fine weather. Being wrapped only by bandages at his abdomen while it's starting to freeze outside was just making things worse. His heart had gone cold just seeing that bastard King in front of him. He really didn't cared at all, whatever happens to him were just fleeting thoughts inside his head. The princess and the queen were still at the citadel, just the thought of them without any protection was making Chrone anxious and angry. He tried to twist his hands to find escape, but it was all futile. "Release me." His unnerving tone fused with dominance.

[Teesie]

The raven haired man stood to listen to the Alstreim mutt fuss over worthless lives. The man was upset enough to even spit in his face. Had he learn no repect? The king pulled away to back hand the other across the face managing to bruise Chrone's exterior. Wiping the essence from his face eyes glaring at the male in front of him he sneered. This commander was being way more cocky than he should at the moment.

 

"I see that you have no morals for a king. You should respect royalty." knives glistening in the ray's the tactician walked to retrieve a weapon. Searching through the numerous torture items he found what he was looking for. One that will deliver pain as well as a noticeable whelp but nothing fatal. Snapping the weapon of choice a crackling sound was heard as he approached the captured male.

 

Throwing his hand back he struck the other with the whip the leather digging into the skin managing to break it. Over and over he struck the man direct hits to the chest, arm, shoulder and side. The king was tired of the other disrespectful ways, he needed to learn his principles. The last strike delivered to the other's chest he discarded the whip blood slinging into the wall and floor adding to the already marred red stains. Chrone, in that moment, had added twelve new injuries than what he once had. Exus was determined to make the male obey his every wish just like all of Haeßburg.

 

"You worthless Alstreim mutt will be wired just as the rest. You will fall under my command and do as I say." a cold emotionless voice stated. The tactician was going to succeed.

[gin]

The slap made him hear some strong vibrations on his ear. Blood had started to drip at the side of his mouth, cheeks redenning from the sudden impact. It wasn't painful. Chanting these words inside his head, he felt the conviction of neglecting the pain. Then he heard a crackle, whip landing at his arms, immediately tearing his flesh. "kuuu--" he gritted his teeth as he glared at the male in front of him.

 

As succeeding strong lashes had created new wounds, Chrone had endured most of it. Clenching his fist as tightly as possible, he'd tried to evade the attacks but was pinned down at his place by the restraints. The lashes had sprayed his blood all over the wall, his muscles contracting at the pain, signalling his brain to evade the attacks. "ngh--" he suppressed his voice as it landed atop his battle wound. Shit that was painful. The king really had placed all his strength to the whip. The knight's upper part was immediately smeared with red in a matter of minutes.

 

"Like hell I will---" he mocked the other, eyes yielding with strong bravery. Chrone was one of the most loyal person in the entire kingdom. He had no place to sell his loyalty; no matter what it takes. His dignity was in the line in here and if he'll surrender then that would be pure humiliation. He'd rather die than to surrender himself to the likes of that malevolent King.

 

He'd strong endurance but the pain he felt was extremely excruciating, with all his squirming, it just won't go away. But he needed to endure--he closed his eyes focusing his remaining strength at his endurance.

[Teesie]

The king watched the man as he gritted his teeth to endure the pain he was still feeling from the broken skin. Smirking the tactician walked to another side of the room bottles and glasses clinking together as the man grabbed for what he was looking to find. Stepping to the male he grabbed his face with his left hand and stared into the other's orbs. Even though the commander of Alstreim was glaring at him Exus only could think of the pain he would inflict next on the male.

 

"I have to take care of the wounds I had placed upon you. After all we do not want them to get infected do we?" a teasing tone lacing the raven haired male's voice as he pulled a bottle of alcohol into view. Screwing the top off he held it above the other before slowly pouring the substance over the wounds littering Chrone's body. Watching for the expression he was content with the hissing sounds that escaped the male's mouth. That wasn't exactly what he wanted but it would do.

 

"There will be no use in resisting your destiny. Your were meant to serve a king of higher demands. I am much more valuable that the life of your worthless king....as well as the Alstreim kingdom." In the tactician eyes they were all worthless, pride determined mutts. All worthless to the lands as far as it mattered. The only use they were good for was decorating the land with their filthy blood. Exus wasn't fond of this guy at all. He was hoping for a battle so it would be fun. A battle that the enemy himself knew he wouldn't win.

[gin]

The male was forced to look at the ugly king but he immediately yanked his head away from his fingers. He felt anger swell inside him. --He's making fun of me. his eyes glistening at the hatred he was emitting. His eyes stared at the king who's walking to the other side of the room. Seeing the bottle he was holding, Chrone had immediately recognize what's inside. He tried to shake off himself from the restraints --but then again it was all in vain. The king even gave a smirk before pouring the liquid, the bastard that he was!

 

"argh--" He twisted his body just to find the liquid getting inside his wound. Even his palms have started to bleed at the intensity of his grip. His eyes were wide open, so this was the feeling when vampires get their body soaked in holy water, Chrone strayed his thoughts. Kidding aside, it was inexplicably painful. He can even feel himself drooling as he was seething in pain. His eyes showed a bit of salt water on its side, tears from the painful experience. His body was numbing with pain, all of his mind was starting to lose its senses. He's barely holding from the string of consciousness left from him. He knew he could endure a hundred whips but from his injuries from the battle--it's like life was barely hanging at him.

 

"h-aah--- ju--st fuc--kin shu--t you--r tr--ap, wi--ll y--ou," panting he heaved this words from his vocal chords. He really was annoyed--why would that bastard wanted him to submit?

 

--just kill me already...

[Teesie]

"You just never learn." the man stated watching the other as he glared. The king sighed before turning his back to the male he had had enough of the commander for the time being. Taking the steps necessary he was above to the deck in no time. All soldiers looked toward the tactician to see if he was ok. Sneering the man disappeared into his personal room. The male had to really teach that Alstreim mutt a lesson of discipline.

 

From the look of the clouds it seemed like it would storm soon. No matter the currents on the route never got too bad. Exus just wished to be at the castle in less than three days and not have to delay the trip to stay at some off town island. The king sat upon his bed thinking of the commander in the next room. What could the other possible not take in order for him to spill the secret? There was something that every human held dear to them, all except Exus of course; or at least that was what he told himself.

 

Alstreim was a fallen kingdom now there was no use for the other to fight for it anymore. It was all in vain, useless and inevitable. The victory was all to the Haeßburg and the king relished in praise. He wouldn't give up the chase for the diamonds until he had them. More wealth considered more power. If the Haeßburg army was any stronger they could then take on any nation and rule it. Exus didn't mind being the ruler that everyone feared. The ruler that everyone respected and kneel down to. It will all start once the Alstreim mutt Chrone Wilde bows to him all other subordinates would follow.

[gin]

--This is ridiculous, Chrone was just staring at the male as it left him alone. At least he was safe, for now. He wanted to look down just to see how his horrible wounds would look like but again was restricted. How many hours was he confined in that moldy, dark and small place? It's almost a day, he could die from ulcer. If he'd known this would've happen he should've ate the meal that was prepared yesterday. At least, there's something his stomach can munch. The knight felt an itch on his side, of all the timing, it's as if its teasing him since he couldn't scratch it.

 

 

As the boat had swift motions, swinging left and right, Chrone felt tired. Shockingly his motion sickness was gone, maybe his body was so tired coping at the wounds that were still bleeding. It was really painful, his flesh were twitching as the white blood cells were at a confusion which wound should they heal first. Where the hell did that bastard ran off too? He'd sworn that once he's free, he'll grant that bastard a death wish.

 

The doorway seemed to double in his vision as he noticed that it was getting harder to breathe. He felt something hot inside him as he noticed his head was getting heavier. The male forced close his eyes, as he tried to snatch slumber from within. Luckily, he managed to sleep despite his strained condition.