Blood, Tears, 'n' Agony: Prologue

Blood, Tears, 'n' Agony: Prologue

The darkness is dense inside the room, closing in on the two figures like a snake on it's prey, but it shirks away from the brightness coming from a fireplace in the back of it. There, two individuals sit in grand armchairs, saying nothing. In the light of the fire, their pale skin seems to move in the flickering shadows and flashes of the burning wood, but it is still obvious that they are both still very pale.

The one sitting on the left, a rugged blonde with a broad scar going across his face, looks over to his companion and calmly states:

"You do realize that if you don't find her, you will die... don't you?" His voice is hoarse, like sandpaper on ice.

The other says nothing, but his mouth twitches into a slight frown.

"You would be the first king to die from the Final Rule."

The other finally speaks. "I thought you were here to tell me something of use, not tell me what I already know." His voice is like satin in comparison, but it still has the slight gravely undertone. His dark hair covered his eyes, but when he slid them over to look at his companion, the blonde could still feel the power of his gaze.

"Right... well, the League had an idea of someone, but we weren't going to act without you're permission."

The King sighed. "Another whore?"

"No, my King. You could say that this one is a bit... nerdy."