The minutes had finally passed and so had the pain.
Parath's body was cold - befittingly cold.
Prince was free from his grasp but he didn't move still.
Remenants of pain fired through his nervous system.
It was traumatising.
Truly traumatising.
It took Prince a moment to realise he could move.
In that time, Parath broke the silence.
"It's done, thank me later. Enjoy this new-found power."
Enjoy?
"What did you do to me you bastard?" Prince roared in outrage.
Where is that knife?
Prince felt his pockets.
It's not here!
He scanned the floor.
He saw it.
Dash!
Prince dashed towards it - grabbing it.
Then swiftly moving towards Parath.
Prince didn't mask his movement.
It was raw - powerful.
Prince was on him in an instant - in a mad lunge.
He brought the blade down on Parath's throat.
Can I even kill him?
No time for trivial thoughts.
I must.
Prince brought the harrowing blade down.
Blood splattered - here and there.
Parath's eyes lost their soul.
Parath had also lost his throat - or had he?
Speech surrounded Prince - permeating the air.
Cold words - words of icy impression.
A voice - commanding yet quiet.
A voice - hidden but willed to be seen.
A voice - Prince felt it all around him.
No - it was coming from the fucking dead corpse.
"I died before you mutilated my body Prince, I do admit I don't appreciate it but regardless that's that. You are probably dazzled in shock and confusion but fear not, allow me to explain. What's occurring here is, a boon of my hard work; my body has been tempered to unfathomable amounts. My soul is gone, but my body lives on, albeit for a short while. Farewell Prince I fear my time in this sickly world is up. What a joy it has been! And now, nothingness awaits me! A fitting end for me! A beloved end!"
The corpse had a huge smile on his face.
One that seeped joy, pain, regret.
It seeped acceptance.
The disgusting smile finally froze - after mere moments.
Parath's body had betrayed him too.
And Prince - Prince was enraged.
I feel molested. This guy he put his fucking tongue in my mouth! It felt like a centipede slithering around. And for how fucking long? I was suspended in complete agony! And i bet this bastard enjoyed it. And look at him. I couldn't even fucking kill him before he died. This stupid petty bastard wouldn't let me kill him. He did it to piss me off. I know what your intention was you stupid bastard.
Oh well.
At least he gave me something for it. I think? How the hell do I even know I got this power? This gift? For all I know the sick bastard just wanted to molest my ear. Well there's no doubt about it, he was one of the Fallen - and the sick bastard still had immense power on his death-bed.
To be honest, I'm amazed.
Prince was standing in stasis all this time.
He decided to sit.
Sit next to a deceased man.
Sit on the floor next to a deceased man.
A member of the Fallen? In a hive, I thought they didn't even exist. Parath of the Fallen? I really can't believe it. I met a fucking legend and the irony! I berated him for killing uncountable amounts, hell I maybe would have done the same. Not for his reasons though. I think I would have done it for petty reasons. Or would I have been a moral man, with his power I would have chased true morality. I am moral right? I do have morals. Sure my compass is kinda fucked. But somewhere deep down in this shitty scummy scabbed heart, there's morals. I'm sure of it.
I feel like shit.
Damn, this pain sucks. Oh how I would love a shower - a bath. I want clean clothes. Wait a damn minute. Let's see what Parath's wearing.
Prince stood up and chuckled.
Leaning towards the man he faltered.
Fear was etched into Prince's mind - but he repaired the walls.
Honestly I can't believe i survived that. Never again! Never fucking again! I was about to lose my mind!
Prince shuddered.
Prince grabbed the sheet that Parath lay under and pulled it back.
A raggedy suit he was wearing.
Perfect!
Now I can look stunningly handsome without gaining too much attention! Oh... Oh. Attention... Damn. This hive, I didn't get any info. Damn! Damn it! Damn you Parath. Oh I mean. Didn't I want him to be dead anyways? I mean find him dead. So then how would I have got information out of an already corpse. That makes no sense. Ok Parath, I won't hold it against you. After all, I can't be caught up on something, hung up on something that I never was supposed to have in the first place. Hmm - that seems oddly similar to this supposed new-found power I have.
Prince examined Parath's body - it was flawless, pristine.
He removed the suit slowly - it was already in rags.
This is exciting!
I got a fucking "gift" from Parath of the Fallen. Yay! I'm fucking blessed.
But why would he give me this power?
It seems like the bastard was scheming something. Or ya know he just fucking gave up on life, it kinda seemed that way didn't it? He wanted to leave something behind maybe? I think the bastard might have seen me as his successor, a person to carry on his legacy. No wonder he was saying my name all buddy like. I do the same thing when I'm trying to manipulate someone. Or was it genuine expression? I know sometimes I have really weird fucking strong emotions for people. I mean, when I was younger at least - when I had friends - tried to make them, but now, now what fucking friends do I have? My gifts are unused. My sweet manipulation isn't experienced by others. What a pity.
What is clear is that he gave me a gift and that I am in no way following his legacy. Or carrying it out, or whatever the fuck is the right saying. Ima use this power and make my own path. Plus didn't he say he doesn't know the power, so then that means the power is unique to me or like somewhat like that.
So that's fabulous.
So yeah, now that I'm done stripping his body, ugly bastard when he's naked. Not that he was any pretty clothed.
Lifting the suit up in front of him to examine it.
This suit is kinda fire.
It was "fire".
It should fit no? I mean I can always do some cutting and stuff to make it fit. Ima look dazzling, I can see myself looking stunning.
Should I take a bite of his flesh?
In all my fifteen years there has never been a moment where I had to eat flesh. I'm surprised, I always managed to find some form of respectable food but this time I wasn't so lucky. I wonder have my blessings ran dry? I mean I could always go exploring in the hive. Just through this door right here.
He gave the hiding door an appreciative glance.
Prince began replacing Parath's clothes with his own.
But I'm fucking scared. Why wouldn't I be? You know how dangerous it is? In a fucking hive, I mean it isn't as dangerous as outside of one. But still.
You know how dangerous it is?
**END OF ARC 1 -- Parath of the Fallen -- END OF ARC 1**