Will Says it All (Coffee-Tastic and Cyncii)(R18, Gore warning)

[Coffee-Tastic]

 

 

 

Name: Katsu Minou/ Katsu Panther

Age: 23

Height: 5ft 8in

Eye Color: Pink

Hair Color: Black

Animal Type: Feline (Black Cat)

Role: Panther House King

Sexuality: Homosexual

 

Personality: Sadistic, impulsive, seductive and sarcastic, Katsu had lusted for power all of his life, it being the one thing he could never seem to have. He hates being ordered and can grow hate for those who see themselves higher than him... When he gets angry, he becomes heavily impulsive, doing whatever he wants to make himself feel better, that being breaking anything nearby or harming others. He genuinely gets pleasure from hurting other things and doesn't mind being recognized as a monster to society as long as he has his power. Katsu claims to love his mother, but it mostly seems like he does things for her just because its a son's job to take care of their mother. Despite all of these terrible behaviors, he can sometimes act like a child, after all, he never did have a proper childhood to experience.

 

Bio: Living on Tiger's land, His single mother nothing but a poor whore, Katsu would often stay in their small home by himself since his mother was always out making cheap money and they didn't have enough money for him to actually go to school. When he was 11 years old, his mother got beat up to a pulp by her client, her arm and leg actually broken. With no money, it wasn't possible to go get help from a doctor and its not like anyone would care about a useless prostitute. Aware of that, Katsu took it into his own hands to get the money, selling himself off just like his mother did.

 

Working himself each day, still hating every bit of it, he went from being a shy newbie at anything related to sex, to a complete slut that would do anything to get extra money, because it seemed like a lot of men liked what he had. He was soon able to make plenty of money for his mother and more. While she slept, he put everything he made in a small box and left it at her bedside. And then he was gone. Katsu believed that if he wasn't around, she wouldn't have to work herself so much, which is why he gave her enough money to go to the doctor and enough money to live her life a little. As for himself, he found a brothel he could work at despite his age and managed to be allowed to live in a spare room the place had.

The more he got better at what he does, the more he desired in himself, the more his name floated around and in turn, the more he was being asked by other establishments to be pulled somewhere else. He refused them all until a certain offer. It was a long distance away, but a rich man's club was interested in having him, insisting and even dropping a sack of gold coins on the table as a small example of what he could be earning. That took him to the inner rich city in the Panther kingdom, very far away from home. As it turns out, Katsu was wanted so badly here was because of his appearance. He looked like he was of the royal Panther blood, and he never even knew that since he lived so far away. And that's where some ideas started to from in the evil little Minou.

 

Clothing: Anything tight and black with his black shoes. He also has the large pink blazer around him often because it belonged to the last king, wearing it as a "thanks, sucker." Sometimes at night he might just walk around in nothing but a thin, silky robe.

Likes: Tasting blood, receiving blowjobs, warm milk, dancing, slow torturing, baths and fireflies

Dislikes: People seeing themselves higher than himself when they clearly aren't, being ordered, people referring to him as kitten and thunder

Extras:

- His eye color is just an insane by-chance genetic mutation and has nothing to do with his family blood, who are not panthers, but regular cats. His fur color just happens to be black like a panther.

- He enjoys playing with things that can endue or enjoy his cruel behavior, but never has found someone truly tolerant.

- Losing his virginity at such a young age and being a male prostitute for so much of his life, he's pretty much immune to anything sexual and you won't see him getting embarrassed over anything.

 

 

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After the crowning ceremony of the new king of the Panther House, the owner of all of the land from the city, to the slums and everyone in his kingdom, Katsu the new ruler spent the night drinking joyously in a room full of officials, advisers and guards who were all uncomfortable. They were all unsteady and a lot of them put up fake smiles, or no smiles at all. Why? Because this was a stranger taking the position of the new leader of the kingdom. Nobody ever thought the past king would ever have sex with a woman for a child to be born in the first place, that was why the kingdom remained with no queen. They only found out from the will that was read after the king's death. Of course it was brought up that this might be a fake, but it was in the kings unique handwriting and nobody ever had access to the will except for the king himself... All of a sudden it was revealed that Panther had a son he made from some random whore and feels bad about it, so he decided to give him his kingdom...? It was so off. It almost made no sense, but surely there was a son. Soft black hair, pale skin, pink eyes and an age that goes according to the time of the "accident" as Panther wrote in the will.

 

Celebration lasted for a week, as ordered by Katsu, so for the whole week he had been practically drunk the entire time, drunk and very happy, the officials shook their head when he wasn't looking. How could this kitten be the new king? Katsu probably didn't even know how to enforce order in this kingdom let alone in the throne room... They all thought that.

 

"Its a shame that this kingdom is going to fall with the old king with the gods now... A kitten is not fit to rule." The head guard thought out loud, named Jahu, a man sitting next to Katsu in the long feasting table on one of those nights. The guard would have said it even if he hadn't been drinking. He was simply sick of hearing the boy's laughter next to him, hitting his shoulder whenever he made a funny joke about the peasants in the slums.

 

Katsu had stopped his laughter and his silence brought silence among the rest of the people in the large feast hall. "....What? What did you say?" The supposed Panther muttered, facing the head guard with big eyes, the pink color still bright despite the sadness in his eyes.

 

"..." The guard looked around the table at the others staring at him, some nodding their head with approval, some surprised he even managed to say such words by the new king, "Slip of the tongue, your grace... I apologize."

 

"But you aren't sorry," Katsu shook his head, leaning closer, "I've been seeing your expressions the entire time, Jahu, I know you must really not like me. But that's okay... Because you actually can't do shit about it." The sudden turn of Katsu's innocent voice made everyone surprised now and the faces of people around the table were very entertaining. "Jahu... A slip of the tongue right?"

 

He nodded, frowning and leaning away from the Panther. The sad expression on Katsu changed freakishly and it seemed so sudden after seeing him only laugh and be drunk for the past few days.

 

"Hm. Lets make sure that doesn't happen again, okay?" He said, reaching for a cooked, plated pig, taking the small cooking pitchfork out of it's back, smiling. His smile broke the air he created, the other guests smiling a bit too... The thing is... Katsu didn't manage to get here only to be disrespected at the table full of everyone important to the kingdom. The banker and his assistant, the jail warden and his helper, the royal advisers and more... it wasn't nice to be spoken wrongly of. And he had to say, Katsu has been itching to finally be able to do something fun.

 

"Yes, Your Grace. I... Ha- aggh!!" Katsu took that fork and thrust it into Jahu's open mouth, the sharp ends reaching the back of the older man's throat on impact. With a cough, blood spewed out over Jahu's pretty face. The blood filled up his mouth fast, staining his teeth and making his tongue red, clogging his throat with what wasn't coming out of his mouth. The sight was ungodly, everyone in the room flinching back and staring at the king's rash actions. Jahu's eyes were incredibly wide and he trembled putting his arm on the king's shoulder with a grip that meant a plea for mercy. Katsu's smile only widened as he took that fork and started to twist it while it was still lodged in his throat. It was hard to do since the ends were stuck in the flesh of the back of his mouth, but he wasn't weak, he was able to do it with two hands. The only sounds Jahu were making were gargles and cries, the pain being so horrible that it was clear through his eyes that he thought he'd be better off dead.

 

"Y-Your Grace..." the banker muttered from across the table, covering his mouth to keep from vomiting.

 

Katsu glanced to the voice and shook his head, "I said we were going to make sure there are no more slips of the tongue, did I not?" He asked as if the other man was an idiot. Chuckling, he continued to put his focus where it belonged. He loved the noises, but nothing was probably better than Jahu's eyes, two brown eyes slowly slipping away from life as his lungs were filling up with the blood. Katsu twisted once more, carving open more flesh, and then pulled out the long, sharp fork, the ends covered in blood and one of the sharp ends had a small chuck of throat stuck to it. "..." Katsu looked at the small piece and then looked back up to the guard, who covered his mouth, fidgeting with blood creeping out the narrow slots between his fingers. "Sorry you had to be the example. But you're the one who broke first out of all of the others." This basically let the others know that Katsu was actually preparing to kill one of them if they spoke out negatively against him first. And now they felt like they had played in a sick game that none of them wanted to be apart of. Well Katsu did good. He managed to make everyone in the room fear him now.

 

Jahu coughed again, more blood covering his black outfit, just before falling out of the chair to die. The new king looked down at him for a moment, sighing happily, "I don't think I could have waited any longer... Someone," he snapped his fingers at the guards standing by the door, "Get someone to clean that up, will you? Corpses don't belong at the table." The guards looked at each other nervously, of course they would, their captain was just killed by the king right in front of them, but one moved their feet first, grabbing the dying Jahu from the ground. "...And you can be the new head guard."

 

The brave guard, gulped, "...I'm actually new to the service..."

 

"Then don't disappoint me, easy as that." Katsu stabbed the bloody fork back into the cooked pig, standing up afterwards, licking his lips that had blood platted across them,clapping his hands, "Well! I think I finally got my point across! Don't fuck with me is the basic lesson I wanted to teach you all here, so you can all just leave now. I am your king, so as always, I hope that we work good together naturally. This kingdom wouldn't exist with only a king after all, isn't that right?"

 

"Yes, Your Grace." Everyone said together.

 

Katsu giggled and started his way on out, his drunk behavior completely gone... he actually was great at holding his alcohol, he just wanted to put on the act of a fool, "Good! Have a good night you guys~" Leaving the room behind him with every single person knowing the kind of king they'd now be serving under and they weren't sure if they preferred a fool or a madman to be their king while they watched Katsu walk away with an uncontrolled grin on his face. It was made clear that he could not only handle brutality, but he actually loved it. Now where did this kingsblood bastard come from and how was it that he became like this?

 

They'd probably never know a single thing and they would never dare to question how things happened this way. Thats exactly how the new king wanted it, the less people questioned, the better for both Katsu and the person asking questions of course. Katsu would go to bed happily that night, others not so much. Especially the head Adviser, Mika, who was the only one who knew a little something... And he didn't appreciate some random stranger taking Panther's throne like this. He had no son.

 

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A few days later of more Katsu showing his nasty colors, Mika requested the king and himself spare a few moments in private... The new king was surprised that anyone wanted to be anywhere in private with him. His new hobbies went from riding horses to torturing the well deserved, hand picked criminals from the Warden in the room that the previous ruler used for lounging. The old king was so very different from Katsu and the servants and guards alike had a very hard time knowing what pleased the king or not. It was a gamble because who knows what can happen if they were to mess even the slightest thing up. Already in these few days, people have lost their lives, their fingers or any other body part. Tongue, ear, eye... Katsu was incredibly cruel to the people around him and never showed any hesitation.

 

From the looks of it, this functioning kingdom was going to become a dictatorship and nobody wanted that. The advisers spoke ill of Katsu behind his back, as everyone in the House did. Mika was the most displeased, but instead of starting a riot, he chose to get some chatting done between himself and the rotten, fake royal.

 

Meeting Katsu in... the "lounge" Mika bet that he just wanted to talk there to intimidate him. He wasn't. Not when he had the upper hand of the truth. "Good afternoon, Your Grace."

 

"Yo." The king sat down in a big comfy chair while there was a female servant wiping down the large table behind him that was covered in blood, "What do you want?"

 

Mike glanced at the servant, "I apologize, but I wished to have been with you in private..."

 

"This is private," he snapped his fingers in the air a few times at the servant, who wasn't looking in his direction, and they didn't respond. With a more close look, Mika noticed that the servant's ears were gone, a bandage around her head. "So what is it?" Katsu asked, getting up from his chair to walk closer to his adviser.

 

Clearing his throat, he spoke up. And he didn't leave that room alive.

 

Assassination was what Katsu informed everyone and Mika did carry his own dagger on him, so people believed without a second thought. That adviser always displayed his hate for the new king, they just didn't expect him to go as far as to try and kill Katsu... His friends were forced to move on and hold no hate for the ruler, or else a similar fate would rest on them too.

 

An ally of the Panther House, the Phoenix, heard about the loss of an important adviser lettered Katsu he'd get a nice new gift that wouldn't betray him. He loved gifts but the details of the letter were more leaning to the gift being a person. Nice. He guessed. If it was one of their own, that just meant he'd be disrespecting them if he killed the "gift", which was an annoying pity.

 

Soon after the letter, it was the day that he was supposed to be greeting the new arrival, but instead he was just having a nap on his throne. The guards beside him were so hesitant to tap the king awake... thye wouldn't do that though, fearing an unknown punishment. Katsu just couldn't keep himself awake, he had had some warm milk and had a full stomach from the tasty lunch sandwiches... The young king had his feet up on the throne with his pink coat over his shoulders, his face calm and angelic. The big fat lie his face would naturally make when he slept was the appearance of being innocent and cute.

[Cyncii]

 

 

 

Name: Kou Phoenix

Age: 22

Height: 5'9''

Eyes: Red

Hair: Red

Sexuality: Bisexual

Animal Type: Bird (Phoenix)

Role: Panther House King's adviser

 

Personality: To most - family, strangers, those he swears loyalty to - he is a kind and generous young man. He'll cook for them, back them up and even fight for them all the while expecting nothing in return but their acknowledgement and appreciation. He's had a lack of the two throughout his life, honestly - people despise him literally for which woman gave birth to him. In turn, his depression grew but still pushes himself by helping whoever he can.

 

To some, to those who lay a finger on people he cares for, the only word which can describe him is.. unsettling. He'll kill or seriously injure anyone and everyone who dares to do it, all the while keeping an overly cheerful expression and tone but with a hint of venom. If he gets maimed as a result.. well, it won't really matter - he likes it. The pain inflicted upon him makes him feel like he has some sort of use.

 

Bio: Similar to the king he would eventually serve, Kou is a bastard - one that was brought into the royal family soon after birth and hated by many due to his blood and, on top of that, "stealing" their family name. All of his family excluding his father wanted him gone as soon as he arrived, but Kou has dodged their plethora of tactics to get rid of him. Kou didn't understand them for many years but still treated them with kindness, assisting them in their times of need. As soon as his father gave the order to leave the kingdom and serve someone else, however, he couldn't refuse, not when the words came out of his mouth. Kou was relieved, if he were to be honest with himself, as he thought he could find someone who would appreciate his services.

 

During his time of travel to the Panther kingdom, Kou had grown lost in thoughts and new, negative feelings towards his family bloomed and tangled around him like thorny vines. For making him suffer for so many years, Kou grew to desire for their bloody, gruesome deaths over anyone else's. Strangely enough, he hated his father the most. When Kou learned of the new Panther king's tendencies through rumors, he became convinced that his father sent him off to die. That's what his entire family wanted, he supposed, but a member of the Phoenix household is difficult to kill.

 

Clothes: Anything red, to have him fit in with his relatives - shirts, pants, vests, robes, earrings, to name a few. He often adds in some analogous colors as well, such as oranges and some yellows.

Likes: Cooking, knives/daggers, fire, serving others, music, attention, pain and birds.

Dislikes: Organizing, writing, being ignored, rain and meat.

 

Extras:

 

~ He is capable of quick regeneration, but if, say, his head is cut off or a vital organ is heavily damaged, he will not be able to heal fast enough.

~ His animal form is able to resurrect (rise from the ashes, that sort of thing), but he is unaware of this ability. Therefore, he has no idea what effect it will have on his body when it happens.

~ Sometimes, people may hear bird noises in Kou's direction but he will eagerly deny the claims they make.

~ In all ways, he is a virgin - he's never had sex, not even kissed anyone or anything but a family member's cheeks.

 

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"You're to leave this kingdom and advise the new Panther King."

The words coming out of the Phoenix House king made the ruler's bastard, Kou, flinch as each and every last syllable was spoken. He was shocked, mortified - why would a caring, loving father send his son away to an unfamiliar kingdom? Kou couldn't refuse, of course - his father was the king, after all. And so, the young bastard nodded somberly and went on his way out of the throne room. His half-siblings must be rejoicing behind the scenes, weren't they? A bastard who gained the Phoenix family's name certainly wasn't the most likable individual in the kingdom.

 

"It's going to get so boring without you here to entertain us, Kou~" Speaking of the devil. A half-brother named Haru, a year his junior, spoke to him in such a scalding, sarcastic tone.. what else was new? Despite how antagonistic they were to him, Kou would never stoop down to their level or give in; he was too dignified and hardy for that.

 

"I am relieved to know you will miss me," Kou replied with a smile, his tone notably calm and soft. "I was growing to believe that you and the others would forget of my existence." He turned his back to Haru, staring off into the distance and continuing, "I should be going."

 

Kou let out a silent sigh and resumed walking at a considerably fast pace to avoid hearing more of the mockery slipping past his brother's tongue. He did hear him speak once more but could not quite tell what he was saying. It was good that he didn't; he'd heard enough over the years. Perhaps he would be able to get away from all the nonsense in this new territory he would step into. Perhaps not. it was a chance he had to take.

 

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The journey to the Panther kingdom was long, too long for Kou's curious mind to handle. Somewhere along the path he took, he'd asked about this place and received mixed reviews from the people who answered. Some who were close to the Phoenix kingdom spoke of the Panther kingdom as a nice, welcoming place for any traveler. Many who were close to the Panther kingdom advised him to turn back to save his own skin. Some didn't respond at all, which concerned him deeply.

 

Kou began to wonder what this kingdom had in store for him, soon convinced that it would be a death sentence from the reviews he received. The young bastard grew to hate his family, hate his father during his trip. Was this what his father planned, to send him off to meet his demise? Perhaps the Phoenix House king was embarrassed to have an illegitimate child in his household. That's what Kou thought, at least.

 

As these thoughts of his father betraying him came to the surface, he was at the 'doorstep' of the Panther kingdom. It didn't take too long after that to reach the center of it all, the castle in which his new king resided in. This was it.. this was what he had traveled all the way here for. The anticipation building inside of Kou was a bit too much - he was afraid he was going to burst. It wasn't the good sort of anticipation, either. He fantasized the awful things that may happen once he stood inside, the countless possibilities of deaths and mutilations.

 

What happened was quite the opposite, really. A guard greeted him at the door, quickly showing him to the throne room where the king, Katsu, was supposedly waiting for him. It didn't seem like that, however, once he stepped foot within the large room. Katsu was sleeping, it appeared, on the throne. Kou parted his lips slightly, refusing to look at the sleeping king directly. It was rude to stare, after all. "Use caution" was all the guard whispered to him before he backed up and away from the redhead. That alone made him gulp.

 

After a minute of standing there, Kou steeled his nerves and stepped towards the throne but never got too close, fearing the king may fall to his instincts and lash out at him if he were to wake up. "Your Grace," Kou spoke simply, bringing both hands up to his chest with one cupping the other. After a second passed, he continued calmly, "I'm your new adviser."

[Coffee-Tastic]

A great catnap consisted of a few things. A full belly, a comfy position and another thing... His dreams never actually consisted of any horrors and gore like one would imagine, most of it was actually being in a calm, quiet setting that he was left to explore in. And now with his days being of a king, every time he woke up, he was still living in a dream. A dream come true. Hearing the voice try to wake him, the black cat opened up one of his eyes after moving his toes a bit, seeing a bunch of red in front of him. A cowardly looking red Phoenix as it seemed, playing off coolness with a soothing voice. He closed his eyes again, but not to go back to sleep, he sat up and curled his back in a stretch, his arms raising up high and making the pink coat fall behind him. After yawning, he pulled it back on his shoulders and stared at the gift, leaning forward slightly, "You're the new adviser... I'll give you some advice to start off with, new adviser, if you see me sleeping, if the occasion is not important, then you should probably wait for me to wake up. A king's duty is stressful you see, I get exhausted." He says this, yet he looked quite well rested. Its just that a great catnap consisted of a full belly. Check. A comfy position. Yes, the throne chair was very comfortable, that's how he was able to fall asleep waiting here. The third thing was that he was supposed to wake up on his own. It didn't involve a fire chicken waking him up because he wants a greeting.

 

Standing up, the guards at his side raised their heads, becoming on edge just from their king standing to his feet, Katsu reached his hand out to one of the armored men beside him, "Sword." Demanding one, he got it, the guard unseathing his weapon and handing it over to Katsu, who was indeed still staring at the chicken, "Where are your manners? Kneel before your king. You are Kou, right?" With the sword in his hand, he swung it at the ground carelessly, starting to pace slightly in front of his chair, "Kou, its very odd that I'd be given a human gift of Phoenix blood as a replacement for my adviser. Did you know that in the letter I was given of your arrival, that they didn't really put much emphasis on the fact you were a person? I thought I might be getting a guard dog or a cute cat as a present until it said that the gift could serve as my new adviser... Your family must not think high of you. Shame... But at least in a way... I did just get myself a pet. Right, Kou?" He said, pointing the sword at him with a friendly smile, making the sword appear like it had no evil intent while being in his hands.

 

Despite his rudeness, he chicken looked like he'd give him some pleasure. The redhead might actually be the youngest face in his House other than himself, Kou looking like he was around his age. Such white skin, just like his own, clean and scratch free. He'd like to see how a scar would look on a body close to his own... Katsu just wasn't aware of the power of a firebird. Regeneration of course, but only ever living in on Tiger land, he wasn't savvy on information regarding the abilities of certain houses. When he figured it out, though, one of them was going to be very uncomfortable living his life and the other one was going to be deeply happy.

[Cyncii]

"Mm." It sure sounded like Kou wasn't buying it on top of the purely impassive look on his face, but his opinions didn't matter; Katsu was now his king and he had to agree with every single word coming out of those lips. That was fine. Oh, but where was his manners? As soon as his king mentioned it, Kou knelt before him with his eyes glued to the floor. He soon closed them, brushing his hair behind his shoulder before placing his hands upon his knees.

 

The phoenix smiled, opening his eyes and looking up at Katsu with a slight tilt to his head. "You did, Your Grace. I will be and do whatever you desire," Kou spoke. 'Pet' sounded good to him. It meant that he would be getting even the slightest amount of attention from someone like he oh so desired. Even if he had to be this man's dog, that was fine. "But.. I must be honest with you. My family despises me and I despise them. They have wanted to send me away ever since my birth; I'm like trash to them. No worries, though - you can find use in me, I can assure you." As he stared at the sword in the king's hands, he didn't feel or express any sort of fear but instead appeared mesmerized by its blade. He loved how it shined, clean of blood. Perhaps not for long; he would embrace it being colored just like himself.

 

"What would you like for me to do for you first, Your Grace?" Kou asked, not taking his eyes off the sword for a second. He looked like he wanted it. He really did. The phoenix didn't want to hold it, no - he wasn't built for fighting, anyways. Kou was desiring something else concerning that blade but was uncertain of what Katsu wanted to do with it.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Katsu's eyes widened up like an excited cat, his grin becoming more crooked the more the bird spoke. He'd probably applaud the chicken for being the first person to ever present themselves In a way he liked so quickly and it was interesting to hear his relation with the rest of his family. Surely the Phoenixes knew the kind of person that ruled the Panther' land now, word spread quickly of his sadistic behaviors, yet they sent a member of their family. As a gift. He took Kou's, the bastard's, word when he said they despised him and vise versa. Katsu would be considered a bastard too, except he was proclaimed king and if anyone ever called him a bastard to his face, then he might have to discipline them with his special, effective methods of correction. He didn't need to say this for people to understand, but Katsu very much wanted people to try to disobey him and mess up in his presence. The feline could torture a guilty man in his special room all he'd like, but it wasn't the same as gouging out a servants eyes for looking at him funny or cutting off the ears of a servant that couldn't listen to his directions properly.

 

Besides Kou's clear mindset of servitude and obedience, Katsu found the way the redhead looked at the sword. He didn't sound displeased, but he purred, narrowing his pink eyes, "First of all, before anything... My eyes are up here, red hen," he pointed to his face while bringing the sword to Kou, brushing it into his red hair and letting the cold, flat side of the blade press on his neck, "You're supposed to look at me when you talk. Unless maybe you think this sword looks more attractive than my face. If that really is the case, birdie, I suppose I'll give you the pleasure of ramming it right up your ass." He pulled the sword back slowly, turning it to the blade side so it would leave a long, shallow cut on his neck that made blood break the skin, but not flow, "Tell me what you say about that. That'll be your first job."

 

He wasn't blind to a wondering eye. The way Kou looked at the sword in his hands was of desire. Katsu wasn't shy of that look, being familiar with being the context of want in the eyes of the men he'd seduce to get them to pay for a night. Though this wasn't like that of course. He wasn't a whore anymore and Kou wasn't looking at him. That part was new... He's never seen another person look at a weapon in his hands like that. It truly was interesting but nevertheless, he still wanted his red eyes up at him instead. A reason Katsu felt like he liked to be looked in the eyes directly now as a king was because when he was serving others as a bitch, he was forced to look at his clients as well. He was in control now, so he forced others to keep eye contact with him as well.

[Cyncii]

Kou appeared rather giddy as the sword inched closer to him and pressed its flat side to his neck, a smile beginning to form upon his face. That alone made the bird look up at his king, his ruby red eyes staring directly at the other's face. As he parted his lips, about to respond to Katsu, he stopped as he felt the blade began to leave a cut on his neck. Strangely enough, Kou leaned into it slightly so that it left a deep enough cut to have blood begin to flow down his skin. He squinted his eyes a little and bit onto his lower lip, holding back the small, pained chuckle he would've let slip if it weren't his king in front of him. Kou didn't flinch, didn't give much of an expression of pain. He had a high tolerance for it, unfortunately for Kou of all people, so to feel anything he was required to make it a deeper cut than Katsu intended.

 

"My answer might not be what you want, Your Grace.. doing something like that would be more than a pleasure to me," Kou responded, remaining his eye contact with Katsu. He was sounding as if he was encouraging his king to actually ram the sword up his ass. "Your face is highly attractive as it is, but with that..," The bird broke the eye contact for a split second to glance at the sword. "It makes it even better."

 

Kou tilted his head to reveal the cut on his neck to his king, which was gradually disappearing by the second. Something like this would take only several minutes to completely heal. The blood stopped flowing incredibly fast, but with the blood of a phoenix it shouldn't have been much of a surprise. "Maybe this could be one of the reasons my father sent me here.. I can endure much of what people said what you can do to me. A long-lasting pet, I suppose you could say I am," he spoke, continuing to stare straight into the other's eyes. Kou didn't sound disappointed by this, no - he was smiling as he said it, no sarcasm present. He was dead serious.

[Coffee-Tastic]

"A long lasting pet might be an understatement," Katsu mumbled in a pleasurable sigh, his glee wasn't being hidden at all. The gleam in his eye, his perfect smile and the delight in his cheekbones... Saying he was VERY happy was an understatement in itself. He got himself a pet chicken with a nice face, enjoyed the pain his rumors said he'd inflict and had the ability to heal so even after playing, he'd be as good as new. Of course, just because he could heal didn't make him better than the guilty men that would leave his torture room in a bucket, for that exact reason. He wouldn't kill him because he was a gift and a special one too, even if he wanted to... Just as much as Kou looked pretty looking up at him, Katsu would get pleasure from seeing his head severed from his body too.

 

 

Katsu licked his pretty pink lips, raising up the sword to see the line of blood that reminded from the cut that Kou made himself, sticking out his tongue and dragging the long blade over it to taste the flavor of his fluid. It was sweet... There was a tangy kick at the tip of his tongue... "Mm~" he kneeled on one knee, using the sword as his leverage to lean to Kou's neck, licking the cut that was practically gone at this point. He just wanted to taste more. His small, soft tongue cleared the blood that was on his neck before going to his ear, telling him, "Sorry to tell you, Kou, but in my kingdom, everyone is trash to me... You'll just be trash that's more entertaining to have. You make one mistake that displeases me and I will hack off your head where you stand and I can assure you that you won't feel so pleased by it." Pulling back and standing up, he huffed, "I hope that's clear to you. You wouldn't want disappoint me right?" Asking that, he turned around to return the sword to the guard, motioning Kou to follow him past his throne into another hall.

[Cyncii]

'An understatement, indeed,' Kou thought, free from any anxiety or tension as he watched his king lick the blood off the blade. He'd had an entire arm hacked off by one of his older brothers, who hoped the bastard would have died alone in his own chambers from blood loss. Kou was certainly on the verge of death, but the wound closed in time. The damned limb took a month to regenerate, but that was alright. Kou could revel in satisfaction as he took in his sibling's frustrated expression. See, if it were his head, or if the wound got infected, he surely would've died. His brother should've gone with the quicker, painless option if he wanted Kou dead. Perhaps he could've poisoned the bastard - that would've worked, too.

 

The bird's lips parted as Katsu knelt down to lick his neck, turning his neck slightly in submission so that his king could do whatever he pleased. What got him more was the words in his ear - the cat's warm breath reaching the sensitive skin there made his cheeks turn as red as his eyes. Even though the words were threatening, it didn't make it any less pleasurable.

 

Kou succeeded in holding back a frown as Katsu pulled back and stood. He got up from his knees as well, shaking his head slightly and rushing towards his king as soon as the other motioned for him to follow. "I can promise you I will not disappoint, Your Grace," he spoke quickly with a little smile, keeping close to Katsu but not too close. He wanted to ask where his king was leading him, but he was afraid it might turn out to be one of those mistakes - questioning his king, he thought.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Nodding, in satisfaction, he led the way to one of his favorite places to be. The large coat on his shoulders was beginning to slip, but he lifted it back up and decided to slip his arms through the wide sleeves to keep it from bothering him again. When he "inherited" this at the funeral of the king, he questioned himself whether he should throw it away or not. It reeked of the previous owner and it was too big to fit him properly anyways... The thing was, when he looked at the dead body in the casket, about to be set aflame so that Panther's soul could rise up to the heavens along with the smoke, Katsu could imagine the expression of hate in the man's face. And because of that face, he took the coat and put it on himself with a grin, kissing the corpse's forehead before muttering "Thank you for the coronation gift, dad."

 

To his torture room they got to shortly, Katsu holding the handle to the door while looking at his chicken, "Okay, well, you'll be a nice toy, but don't forget your purpose. My old adviser tried to do me in and now he lives in hell. You're my new adviser and your job is to advise me. I just got here so I don't need official advising just yet, so for now you'll give me some words on something unrelenting to politics." As it is true he would like some words on this certain thing, Katsu also wanted to see the extent to how much Kou can take. Seeing a thing or two was different from being able to withstand a thing or two. "My two favorite rooms are my bedroom and the place that used to be the king's lounge, my playroom. I already made plans to redecorate my room, but I just seem to figure out what to do with the other... I was hoping I can get your take on it or at least get your opinion on what to do with the space. Are you confident you can give me this?" Grinning, he wondered if Kou could smell it from out here, the smell of blood and death.

[Cyncii]

Kou stared at the door with slightly wide, curious, eager eyes, then at his king when he brought up the old adviser. He tried to assassinate Katsu, or so he heard during his travel to the Panther kingdom. 'May he rot,' the phoenix thought, thinking of the former adviser with pure contempt. Whether someone made an assassination attempt or simply did something Katsu didn't like, Kou looked down upon it and would gladly kill the offender if he caught them in the act. He gained no pleasure from the act of killing, but from the appreciation he potentially gained from the one he killed for. The bastard may have become the king's adviser, but to gain attention he would do anything - advise, clean, cook, kill.. anything. Attention - good or bad - from a complete stranger was far better than getting the cold shoulder from his own father.

 

The bird pursed his lips and breathed in from his nose, noting a familiar, strangely welcoming smell: blood. This must be where he tortured people, the thought turning him excited. He may be able to see or feel firsthand how Katsu went about punishing people or, in Kou's case, gifting them with pain. Kou brought his hands up to his chest and quietly clapped them together, an unnerving - to a normal person, that is - little smile crossing his face. "I'd be more than happy to, Your Grace," Kou spoke in response, the entirety of his face and tone filled to the brim with exhilaration.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Smiling at Kou after his response, he took in a deep breath, smelling that thick air around them outside the door. It seemed like Kou always knew the right words... Though he might say the right words, but none of it seemed forced at all. It was welcomed actually! Such an interesting chicken Kou was. He looked to eager to please him, more like a dog than a chicken actually. Maybe his whore mother was part bitch. There were some servants he had that were also eager to make Katsu happy, but their reason was selfish, they just wanted to keep themselves from getting hurt or killed at his hand. Kou, the little birdie, might have some selfishness in him too, except he wanted to get hurt and he might be getting physical, mental, or both kinds of pleasure from serving Katsu. That was fine by him.

 

Opening the door, the heavy slap of wood creaking upon their entry. As the smell from outside suggested, the room was even heavier in scent and it made Katsu feel like he might drool already. The room before the new ruler was calm, there was a couch, a comfy chair, a decent sized food table in the center, there were tall candle holders made for warm light and there were tall windows with autumn colored glass, long, light grey curtains complimented the saturated colors. And all of those colors made the rest of the red room pretty. The furniture wasn't, but a lot of things became red with Katsu owning the castle now. The feline used this room not too long after going to his throne to wait for his gift, so there was a servant still in here cleaning up the blood he left behind. Like now, there was a massacre all on and around the table, where his last playtime had been.

 

The man who was on that table before had the best time of his life right before having the worst. So far, Katsu liked getting straight to the point with his little sessions, but this one had been handsome and he couldn't resist toying with him before taking his life away. The confusion of the thief was priceless, his fear had slowly been adjusting into lust all until the king took out a long fillet knife and used it to make a pretty red line from his chest down to his abdomen like a dissection frog... Riding the boner of a dead man to Katsu was far more enjoyable than a toy, it was warm and still was capable of giving a fair load up his greedy ass.

 

"Y-Your Grace!" The servant jolted up anxiously, her eyes wide and scared. She also clearly looked sick from doing a task like this, "Ah, I'm sorry... I-I'm not done yet..."

 

"No that's fine, I much rather like the smell when the mess is still here," Katsu chuckled, "Just keep cleaning, I've got another one coming in later tonight." The servant nodded and continued cleaning the table she was working on. Putting his hands behind his back, he looked all around the room, "A nice, large room. Tall ceilings, nice, stone floor... I like these kinds of things, but what I want to change is the layout. I was to take away the couch and the table and replace them. I also want to keep the candle lights, they help suit the... Mood." His pink eyes falling on Kou, he perked an eyebrow, "And your word on this room? What do you think."

[Cyncii]

The bird's smile remained as he observed the other's expression. He was so happy he could cry, honestly; it seemed as though Katsu was pleased with his behavior and that alone elated him. Getting a blunt 'thanks' or a forced smile for doing something nice for them was the norm, so such a genuine smile - small appreciation as it was - made him happy.

 

Kou hummed quietly to himself as he stepped inside the room, taking in its layout and looking past the bloodied table as if nothing about it shocked him and he simply didn't care. With all this blood, Kou was convinced the 'victim' who used to be in here was dead. They probably did something awful to Katsu, so good to them - they got what they deserved. If he knew what happened to the thief, he wouldn't want the punishment either. Getting cut into wasn't his thing.. he'd die fairly fast like that thief because of the sheer amount of blood loss. He'd much rather have, say, something cut off instead, though that still might not be too pleasurable in his book.

 

He stepped around the servant and towards one of the tall windows, staring up at the autumn glass with fascination. Kou turned his head back to the couch and table after a moment, furrowing his brows. "If the table turns out to be stained red, I'd say you have it replaced. I'd have to take a look at it once it's cleaned off so that I can form a stronger opinion on it, Your Grace," he responded, glancing over at his king with a soft gaze and smile. "Honestly, though, this room is beautiful.. I envy the guests you have in here." Kou sure wished he could've seen the person who was on that table.. he would have loved to see what he may be getting himself into.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Walking towards Kou, Katsu fluttered as he looked over the table before looking back to his soft-smiled chicken, standing beside him with a chuckle, taking one of the redheads hands to fiddle with in his own, "I wouldn't be too envious of my guests. I might have shown the man a good time at the start along with the view of this place, he surely didn't appreciate what happened afterwards though, that's for sure," glancing to the servant, he snapped his fingers on his other hand towards her, "You, make sure the table isn't stained." He didn't care much for the room, but he would take Kou's words on the matter anyways. It was a nice looking room... There was something way more interesting here though.

 

"Yes, certainly, Your Grace." They feared being on that table next, so she scrubbed a lot harder after her order. She knew that even with an order like this, she can get killed for failing.

 

Katsu raised up Kou's hand, touching the base of each one curiously and rubbing to feel the bone under the chicken's thin fingers, "So. You heal... How long does it take to get your finger back if I were to cut off one? I think your regeneration is marvelous. I had no idea something like it even existed." Looking from his hand to his advisers face, Katsu purred lustily, taking Kou's hand to his mouth where he nibbled his forefinger, the gentleness in his bite like a kitten, "And what if I castrate you personally and skin your bastard cock while it's hard? How long would that take? Hmmm?" He was curious about recovery time, because the quicker the better... Katsu was incredibly eager, it was in his eyes and smile, to play with a toy that could fix itself.

[Cyncii]

Kou frowned a little at the response he got, looking at the servant cleaning the table and in turn growing his curiosity to dangerous levels. He couldn't pay that good of attention to the girl, however, as his eyes drifted down to where Katsu was playing around with his hand. "An arm took a month, so.. a finger might take a few days. It's just a guess, but I know it won't take too long, Your Grace," the bird responded. He let out a near-silent 'ah' as the king nibbled on the finger, his cheeks turning pink. Katsu bit his lip for a moment, then continued, "I was told that the ability becomes stronger the more phoenix blood you have.. mine is the strongest in my family, but I'm a bastard with half as much phoenix blood as my father, so that was disproved pretty quick."

 

The next question made the bird notably uncomfortable, primarily because he grew embarrassed whenever it was mentioned and not due to how Katsu worded it. "Something like that? Um..," Kou trailed off, glancing off to the side and rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "Skinning might take a few hours, but castrating? Maybe.. ah.. a couple days. I.. might be overstating it, I don't know," he explained.

 

"Forgive me, Your Grace, I just don't know a whole lot about.. well, that," the phoenix murmured, referring to his dick. "I-If that displeases you, I can just.. er," Kou stopped himself, unsure of where he should go from there. Did he do something wrong, saying something like that? His expression may lead people to believe he was calm, but internally he was growing anxious to the point where his free hand was beginning to shake. Kou wanted to be perfect, perfect for his king, but to himself there seemed to be a rather large hurdle to jump over.

[Coffee-Tastic]

The cat's cheeks puffed with a cheeky pout, taking a more harder bite on Kou's finger before letting go and turning around, the bite a lot harder than a causal nibble. The chicken's hesitation and anxiety was so clear to him that he could smell it. Though he felt some disappointment from not having a pet completely dedicated to him, his violent desires inculded, Katsu did understand that he was already lucky enough to have the red head go among pleasure from a sword and being able to regenerate... After all, any guy might feel a certain way about the idea of having his balls cut off and his dick skinned. He shouldn't be pressing his good fortune, he still was awfully grateful for what he already has in Kou, "Whatever," he waved his hand, "Never mind that... It's not what matter the most to me really."

 

Putting his hands on his hips, he looked back at Kou with a smile again, "Tell me. How good at you are sucking someone off? Or are you better at working your hands?...You ever do any dirty stuff before, chicken? Because I'm more than happy to pass up cutting off your balls to getting your mouth around my dick~" the vulgar talk came off his tongue incredibly easy. Of course that was he case. He's been a slut ever since the age of eleven, there's nothing that's could possibly make him embarrassed, the real trick for him was to get him to be surprised from something interesting. It was a hard thing to do for the same reason he wouldn't get embarassed. He's been in it for too long, he wasn't impressed easily. "Or are you the virgin type that hasn't even seen as much as someone else's private places before besides your family?" His eyebrows raised up, his eyes wide for an answer.

[Cyncii]

Kou squinted his eyes in response to the harder bite, parting his lips and drawing his hand close to his chest. Such sudden pain felt great and he drew it out as long as he could, pressing his thumb up against the bite mark to the point where its nail was digging into the skin. All the while, a satisfied little smile crossed his face. As he did it, Kou returned to making eye contact with Katsu. Something like this calmed him, pain did, gave him confidence that he otherwise wouldn't have. He felt proud of it, how he could find pleasure in all kinds of punishments. Castration might not have sounded that great, but still.

 

The anxiety surfaced once more, however, as his king continued speaking. Sucking someone off? Sure, he's heard talk from his brothers and their little sexcapades, but he's never truly understood it all. "N.. No, I-" Kou whispered, but was cut off as Katsu started asking if he was a virgin or at least acted like one. He didn't know how to answer that one. Actually, he did have an answer, but he was afraid of the reaction he might get out of Katsu. Still, after a moment of biting onto his lower lip, he gave his king his response. "I haven't even kissed someone yet, but.. there's a first time for everything, I suppose," the bird murmured, actively avoiding Katsu's gaze at this point. It embarrassed him deeply, the fact that he was a virgin in all senses of the term.

[Coffee-Tastic]

"..." He stared at Kou with his smile deflating, "... I got a gift that doesn't even know how to properly pleasure another human being?" Turning around and coming towards the other, right in front of him, chest to chest, Katsu went on, "Then I guess that only means you'll only be good for cutting up then. I'll get bored faster then... What a let down." He blew in the chicken's face and put his finger under his chin. His black colored nail became sharper against Kou's flesh, it becoming a razor sharp cat claw as he slowly brought his finger downwards to his neck, "I thought you told me that you didn't want to disappoint me. What? You lied to me then? Did you lie to me, Kou? I hope you don't think of me as the type that can forgive someone for leading me on to believe they can give me everything that I want."

 

Katsu actually didn't mind the chicken being a virgin that hasn't even kissed someone else before. It made it all the more fun to play with him, already, he was looking forward to seeing the reactions from Kou the Virgin... He'd experience everything for the first time and with someone that knows everything as if all sex acts were written on the back of his hand. The list of things can go on a longer way knowing that the red head found satisfaction with danger. The only real reason why he was telling Kou all this was because he wanted to scare him. The dog disguised as a phoenix liked to please others, he could tell, and it would put Kou in a panic to made him disappointed in him for something he couldn't control at all. He was a bad kitty if one couldn't already tell.

[Cyncii]

So he'd only be useful for getting cut up.. was that supposed to be a threat? Honestly, Kou didn't mind - it was a sick, twisted pleasure of his to receive pain of all kinds. The bird moved closer ever so slightly, perhaps an inch or even a centimeter, just so that Katsu's claw could pierce the skin and draw blood. Whatever chance he found, he would take it, shown clearly by this very moment. The sword barely made him wince, but this? This simply stung him a little and felt more pleasurable than painful.

 

"Oh, no, Your Grace, I didn't lie to you," Kou spoke in response, shaking his head a little. "I may not have any experience in that.. field, but by no means does that make me purely innocent. I've heard things, seen things, but I've never done those things.. as much as I've wanted to. No one really liked me, let alone wanted me around in my birth kingdom, anyways.. I hope it'll be different here, Your Grace," the bird explained, managing a little smile despite the claw digging into his neck. Kou hoped his king would take interest in a virgin such as himself, one that could be molded into whatever his heart desired. Still, the way Katsu was acting was, internally, making the bird rather anxious. This fact that he was a virgin was something he couldn't really help, so in a way he began to feel helpless.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Katsu liked and quickly understood that Kou liked pain, but there was something about the lack of a terrified reaction that didn't rub the king the right way. He liked it when others were afraid and right now, he wasn't getting it. He wanted to see him shiver and gulp nervously when he put his sharp nail at his throat. There still was a single of excitement he received from this reaction, but it was just not what he was looking for when he told the chicken he was displeased. Staring at the other's face for a while, his pink eyes trailed down to the blood, "..." He snapped his hand back, getting a tinge of anger with the slight desire to slash his throat entirely, "You have a higher position here than at your kingdom, Kou. You should learn a few things or at least try to impress me to some extent. I do get bored easily. You're on the same line as everyone else in my kingdom," he lied, but with the tone of his voice, it wasn't easy to read anything he was saying as something besides anger and frustration, just like a spoiled child. He did not want to get rid of Kou so easily. Dare he say, the bird might get a lot more chances with him than the average servant. "Because I will make sure I do not make it very enjoyable when it is your time."

 

He was interested in Kou's virginity. He was aware it wouldn't be very easy to make a masochist tremble with a cutting threat. He wanted to already start testing the things he could do with Kou's love of pain... But his mood flipped like a pancake. He wanted to make the fire bird afraid and he didn't do it. Katsu backed away and turned off, taking a few deep breaths. As much as he wanted to make more threats, he had a small feeling it would do nothing but excite and intrigue the pain-lover. "I dismiss you, chicken. Go find an empty room to claim as your own, I don't care which it is," then his eyes fixed on his servant, who had been trying to secretly watch the two of them interact, "You. Lay down on the table. Kou put me in a bad mood."

 

A choke quickly left her mouth, her voice unsteady because it was obvious to get at what his direction implied, "Y-Your Grace, I-"

 

He snapped his fingers, the sound making her flinch, "Tch. I gave you an order. Shut your whore mouth and do what I say." She was innocent, yes, but she was the only one nearby that he could get proper relief from. He wanted to hear cries from pure suffering, not moans from a masochist... Call this a way of the kitten giving up his fight to make the bird fear him quickly. It was too soon to really figure out what made Kou really upset and troubled.

[Cyncii]

Kou looked down instinctively as his king spoke, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. While he was not afraid of pain, the way Katsu spoke still made him nervous. He appeared to expect a lot out of the bird, only to seem disappointed by his virginity and lack of fear. Sure, Kou could go off and learn a few things to make Katsu happy, but his greatest fear was it not being enough. The bird tried to appear afraid at the threats, though it did nothing but make him excited. He would do all in his power to please his king, but also could not wait to know what his punishments for displeasing him would be.

 

He straightened up and smiled slightly when he was told to go find an empty room to claim. That, he would do, and he was happy and grateful about it. "Of course, Your Grace," Kou responded, nodding slightly before turning to leave the room.

 

Just as he was one step away from the door, he heard Katsu speak to the servant and froze in place. The poor girl was innocent, she did nothing wrong but be in the same room as them at the wrong time. It reminded Kou of his time back in his birth kingdom, where he was beaten and verbally abused for simply existing. The bird briefly glanced back at the servant and parted his lips, which trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with sympathy. Kou wanted to speak out against this, to offer to take the girl's place, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to and so he turned his head back to the door and placed his hand on the knob. Hesitantly, he turned it and stepped out, about to close it behind himself. The harm of innocents was the one thing he couldn't stand. He took it to himself to help everyone he could, to save and befriend the victims of abuse. But, as the one inflicting it was his king, he had to attempt to accept it and move on.

[Coffee-Tastic]

She quieted herself after a hesitant nod, but she didn't need to speak to show how scared and sick she became with her directions. It was out of the blue. It was nothing she could possibly control. It wasn't even fair at all. Because of that, she was frozen where she was, staring at the table that still was bloodied from the last victim of the king. Katsu did like seeing the reactions of the innocent being put up to the slaughter, this being no different. The helpless look in her eyes, the panic in her white face that he remembered was flushed a rosy color when meeting him for the first time, the fear he sniffed... Yeah, that was some good stuff. What he wasn't counting on was someone else's reaction. The merciless king looked up a few moments after getting a good look of the servant's face, in turn seeing a new face that he failed to get from Kou when threatening him. Staring with mouth parting open from intrigue, Katsu soaked in that sympathy that Kou gave the girl.

 

"Hold on..." he muttered, before saying it louder for Kou to hear him, his frown slowly becoming a full smile again, "Hold on! Come back for a moment, Kou. Come back in... close the door..."

 

Kou liked the pain that Katsu promised to inflict along with not being phased when seeing the leftovers of playtime in this room, that pretty much just made him assumed he lacked a sense of humanity like himself, not as much apparently, but enough where the harm of others didn't make him care much. Though, it would seem like he was incorrect. And what might be worse for Kou, Katsu wasn't sure. Was it the fact she didn't do anything wrong, or the fact she was at the bottom of the pyramid just like the chicken was in his own family. Either way, that expression Kou had. That's what he wanted to see. Walking over to a big comfy chair, he took off the large blazer and threw it on the back of it, plopping down in it and put one leg over the other. Leaning back a bit, he glanced at the girl with a smile.

 

The hope on her face was still plagued with fear, but in all hopes, she wanted Katsu to change his mind and harm the kingdom's new adviser instead. But Katsu's smiles were not always the best sign. The servant quickly found that out when the king gave his order in a taunting manner, "Kou. You can do it instead." And just like that, she became void.

 

Shaking her head nervously, she kept her hands close to her body, "Y-Your Grace. Please. I..." Gulping she looked at Kou as well, "Please. I... I can't...!"

 

Katsu sighed, "Really. Why is that. Humor me?"

 

"I've got a little sister a-and..." She covered her mouth from a crying choke, torn and afraid, her voice failing her quickly.

 

"You want her in your place instead? What? Wow you're sick!" giggling, he pointed to the table, "Now get on the table already! Kou, get rid of this menace to society!"

 

The young woman shook her head even more, crying louder with begs and pleas as she took a step away from her chopping block.

[Cyncii]

Kou winced slightly as he heard his name, backing up a step and closing the door. His hand remained on the knob for a moment, then dropped to his side as he turned to face his king. The bird dreaded the thought of having to watch this take place, standing there helplessly whilst Katsu killed this poor girl. However, Kou observed the look on the servant's face, coming to the conclusion that she desired to have him on that table instead. Why, Kou would've offered to take her place, but now that she made that face, that face of wanting the new adviser to suffer in her stead, he gradually grew second opinions.

 

Katsu graced the bird an opportunity to express his feelings as he ordered him to kill the servant. Normally, he would oppose it and walk right out the door, but seeing how selfish she was he decided to go with it.. happily.

 

Without saying a word, Kou stepped towards the girl calmly as she backed away from the table. He got to her quickly, maneuvering around her and backing her up towards the bloodied table. The smile he sported appeared to be genuine and soft, as if he meant no harm to the servant. "Miss..," Kou spoke, friendliness apparent in his tone, "You really are selfish, aren't you?" With that, the bird's expression turned into one far more unsettling. It kept the warmness, but it was tainted by a deadly venom that could burn straight through the girl.

 

He pushed her down onto the table, carefully climbing over her and pinning her down. Kou looked down at the servant, hair falling over his face. "You wanted me to suffer, didn't you? Didn't you?" he questioned the girl, reaching behind himself and pulling out a dangerously sharp knife from one of his looser pockets. It was his favorite, faintly stained with his own blood in certain spots. He laid the flat side against the girl's cheek then turned it slightly, bringing it down a little so that it left a small, clean cut on her face. "The only one I'll allow to make me suffer is our king.. not you."

 

Speaking of the king, Kou turned his head towards Katsu, a more than serious look in his eyes. He gained no pleasure from hurting and killing anyone, but instead got it from the attention he gained from the one telling him to do it. "What would you prefer for me to do, Your Grace?" Kou asked, looking at the servant out of the corner of his eyes in case she tried anything fishy.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Being pinned down, the girl was freaking out, being unable to speak with the sting of regretful shame of wanting him to take his place instead, but she really didn't want to die at all. She had someone that needed her... her little sister... Katsu scared her. Kou scared her. There didn't seem like any way she was going to get out of this at all. She just had to keep trying to tell them she can't die here. Like this... The blade made her voice get stuck, but her eyes were still working at least, to which her eyes went to Katsu just like Kou did, waiting to hear what he had to say with cold skin.

 

Katsu crossed his arms, his head tilted to the side. Kou didn't look as uncomfortable as before and it turned him off a bit, but there was something interesting about watching a gentle smile go rotten. "Hm. That's a good question," he spoke out a sigh, but lacked a certain level of interest, "Well I saw her looking at us while she should have been cleaning with all of her attention..."

 

With a gulp, the servant's voice came out, but incredibly weak and shaky, "Your... G-Grace... I be beg you. I can't... My sister needs me, I can't leave her behind," she didn't struggle, hoping her obedience in this sense will change his mind, "Do what you want, but I- I must go back to her, she doesn't have anyone else." tears streamed down her face, closing her eyes, "Please. Spare me my life at... least... Your Grace... I can't. Please."

 

Katsu didn't care. He coughed a bit and looked at his nails, picking a bit at a speck of dirt he saw under one if them, "As I was saying. I saw her looking at us while she should have been cleaning. So take her eye and then cut her neck like a pig. Or like... Stab through her eye to her brain if you want. But don't do it too fast, mkay? Enough time for me to enjoy the show at least a little bit."

 

The number of things he would do to her would far surpass what he could ever ask of Kou to do. So this young lady had a little sister? She was aware of how ruthless he could be, Katsu was surprised she was still trying at this point. He supposed any trapped mouse would squeak to the cat for mercy. He wondered how old the little girl was. He'd love to ask how she'd react when big sis never came back home... If he remembered correctly, she told him that she was serving here in the place of a mother that died. The old king granted her daughter her place so they wouldn't end up poor. What a shame then. Too bad.

[Cyncii]

The bird turned his attention back to the servant girl as she started speaking, paying attention to every last word coming out of her mouth. As much as he wanted to deny the thought, perhaps he was letting his feelings get to his head for a little while there. Her points were valid ones, saying that she had a little sister to take care of and protect. Kou felt awful for doing this, but he had no choice; there was no going back after he let Katsu know he would go through with this. Still, he wasn't a total monster, so he wanted to help this girl.. in any way he could, considering their situation.

 

Kou leaned his face down to the servant's ear, mumbling something incomprehensible to his king. He'd asked for the name of her sister, stating that he was sorry and hope she would forgive him for killing her. The bird got his answer through another little mumble, to which he smiled sadly and removed the blade of his knife from the girl's cheek. Kou's hair shrouded his face, but if one were to look more closely there were tears rolling down the phoenix's cheeks and falling onto the servant. He didn't want to do this, he really, really didn't. But.. to refuse would likely be a death sentence for him, so in a way, he thought, he was acting rather selfish, too.

 

He'd returned the knife to the servant's face, his free hand subconsciously comforting her by gently brushing the thumb against her cheek. He imagined it wouldn't do her much good, considering what he was about to do to her. Katsu wanted a show, and so a show Kou wanted to give.

 

Not using up any more time, the bird proceeded to press the tip of the knife into the poor girl's eye. Kou had closed his own eyes, trying to pretend that the person below him was a criminal, someone truly deserving of this punishment. His hand was a slow and careful one, cutting into the servant's eye socket like a surgeon. Blood poured onto his hand, but that wasn't what he was concerned about - it was the screams he expected to hear. That would be what would set him on edge, about to make him pull back and stop, but it wouldn't quite do it. He would cut out this girl's eye and he would hold out the bloodied sphere for Katsu to see, all the while the servant, still alive, would be suffering below him.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Katsu was a monster with a crown now. Not having any remorse for hearing that this girl had a sister to go back to did nothing to him. Killing others just gave him bliss. The thought of causing injustice made him smile. He wasn't fair as a king when he decided to give punishment, he'd never hold back on giving someone a bad time, not when he's been turned so cold, he might as well be considered a walking icicle, the sick warmth he liked to show only making his flaunts and taunts even sicker. Why would he hold back his desires once getting the crown? He's wanted this all his life. To have power and not have anyone try to stand up to him, to not have anyone dare say a single word to his face, it was great. Years of being a slave to the wants of controlling men did a huge toll on the already indifferent boy. He grew more cruel on the inside on top of also realizing how addicted he felt to the secondary pleasures of life, that being sexual activities. He might not like having someone on top of him, ramming him up and thinking they were giving him the best fuck ever, but he did enjoy the times when he was able to look down on someone else. That was only when he was on someone else instead of being on his back and when someone was treating him to fellatio.

 

But would he ever be allowed to carve wounds on someone's chest? How about shoving his fingers into a man's eye, making the ball of jelly a soupy mess? No... Katsu could have imagined things all he liked, but every time his services were over, regardless if he was able to have a decent time, he'd just feel used. That was the point of being a male prostitute, but it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted others to feel like a tool around him. It always gave him immense pleasure to picture being on top of the pyramid. Whenever Katsu got the sense a customer worshiped him, he'd usually show signs of his violence. He left those desperate men with deep cuts on their back and, of course, in their heart... Katsu would never forget one man... the first person that made him realize his dark fantasies were not just fantasies, but were actually capabilities...

 

"Ahh..." The king started to gain the smile once he started hearing the pained shrieks coming from the girl. Kou closing his eyes was a nice change from that dark confidence he saw when stepping up to the servant. And was he crying? Now, he couldn't care less about the curiosity he held from the chicken's mumbling. It certainly didn't matter since he was proceeding with the murder. It was probably some sappy apology. If that was it, then Katsu was glad it remained undetectable to his ears. What was detectable was the sound of the knife going in her eye, the blood gushing in her eye hole and her high pitched squealing.

 

The blood had his heart beating fast like before, but it wasn't pissy rage he felt, it was that genuine excitement here again to rattle his bones and make his dick tingle. He licked his lips, a tooth tugging at his wet, pink lips. "Thats a pretty voice you have there, girl," he said after Kou pulled out the eye. Looking at the ball in the other's hand, he took a deep breath, "And a very pretty eye! Yes, very pretty..." he got right out of the chair and came to the table, leaning on the wood to look directly down at the mess Kou made of her face. He wiped his palm long the bloodied side of her face and shivered in delight, "Let me see you finish it Kou. And open your eyes or else you won't be able to see it slip away."

 

He was talking about her life of course, but he thought he didn't need to mention that, he was bringing his hand up to his mouth, licking some of the blood. His own pink eyes were darkened with his black pupils widening. There was no way for Katsu to ever hide his excitement, he was a cat. And they looked at prey the same way as he did.