James' fickle fate
"Somewhere within the deep depths of long forgotten complex of convoluted hallways- behind the big rotten door, rituals keep on going, pleasing the hellish child. Descendant of the horrible monarch as if his spitting image, terrible and fearsome, Death himself~"
His clawed fingers wildly tapping on the wooden backrest which was facing James' front. His head was tilted to right with all the bore and his jaw rested on the soft pillowy cloth. The beast's menacing eyes calmly stared into a fireplace on the other side of the cold room. Breathing so quietly, the crypt was filled with horrible silence, only the sounds of James' tapping were interrupting it together with slight banshee and whistling of an evil shadows. He's awaiting a great meal after all the good he gave out today. This, was his final pleasing and delicious redemption that was returned to him in a form of a single sacrifice, an offering for a patron the obliged. He promised himself to continue in his father's footsteps yet create a better world where he'll be given respect and the spoil he needs. It's true everyone feared him before, but now- all the society sees, is a caring and responsible ruler with no intentions to cause any harm.. sadly, this perfect illusion was created on a purpose. James, kindly helping those in trouble doesn't feel any empathy, rather uses this help to hideously conceal the truth he yearns for the most. Wrong pattern and genes are still in a play and affect young king into establishing one-single-rule. Everyday in late hours, his sick followers and fanatics will obtain their mighty ruler a casualty, and in secret prepare an oblation. And so such rituals keep continue even after Lust's denial and refusal. Therefore James decided to enjoy it himself without anyone knowing about it. However, today- his majesty feels especially famished and weak. His eyes are still vacantly staring in the nice dancing flames of the fireplace. His head is filled with thoughts and many other things. Though the image of his beloved spouse, charming and lovely sunshine created a daft smile on his pale face, causing him to giggle in his ulna, rubbing his eyes over the clothing, tired and nervous- still awaiting his meal in patience. "I'll charge them a fine.." His eyes travel upon a guard standing at the exit door. "Who do you think it'll be this time? Hm?" He throws an uncomfortable and annoyed sounding sentence at the shaking guard, yet- he answers with a surprising certainty: "A lamb and a female". James grins and stops the knocking, yawning and stretching his fingers. "I hope you're right, it seems you learnt what types I prefer~ People mostly lose when making a bet with me though. Do you know what fate awaits them if they lose?" A drop of sweat drips down the guard's chin "It's simple, very very simple, my dear friend. They digest!" James drops with a smile. The guard gulps and uncomprehendingly sidesteps his glance. "Digest?" Atmosphere tightens around the poor soul, leaving James a great checkmate to finish him off. "In my stomach, you twat~" Just as he finishes, the door open with force impacting the wall heavily. Shock strikes through the guard- making him step away. Other two men, soldiers, were holding the meal. For James' surprise, it was a lamb. A blessed entity even- but sadly, it wasn't a female like the guard 'predicted'. James happily leaped from his chair and slowly walked over to his men and meal, grabbing it's chin and examining it deeply while grinning unpleasantly close to his victim's face. "God thanks it's a male. I'm having more than one savory!" He looks away from the victim and straightens- turning to the guard from earlier and pointing his finger strictly, commanding. "Fetter the false tipster!" Other free guards standing outside the room nod and rush at the poor soul quickly, fettering the one. "N-NO! NO! PLEASE! Your majesty, have mercy! Have mercy on me!" Guard continued to scream and cry in help. James walked over to the handcuffed guard, laughed in his face: "Pfhahah! Poor- poor anima! Go on and beg, cry for mercy- which I won't give you! On the other hand-" He grips the guard's hair firmly. "-I think I'll taste you the first, isn't that a good choice?" Turning his look on the helpers, they nod in fear immediately. "Watch! Even your friends agree to save their bare necks! In every way, it was nice meeting you.. whoever you are." His jaw that was till now correctly planted in his cartilages cracked loudly, freeing itself and extending it's flexible ligament on levels parable to the guard's head and body. The body fits in nicely, just like a snake- sliding movements allow the wriggling and still fighting body slide within James' mord with ease. The swirling pain and crushing power paralyzes the victim until the upper parts and torso disappears within James' innards. Drools roll down the 'beast's' jaw as the legs and feet fall in the cursed stomach. "So delicious......" He snorts and breathes out loudly. There was but an effort put into a swallow- slowly rubbing his forehead with a handkerchief and licking around his mouth. He's not the cursed Lust like his father was, a one single person can already fill the descendant's gut- unlike Vincent, who ate millions of gods and demons and still was starveling! James' eyes sparkled! A sudden wave lust and famine let out a huge swarm of butterflies in his belly. So sudden and so strong- he instantly launched himself at the fearing offering, repeating the horrible boarding process over again! Looking so fierce and wild this time- big amount of fright and tremor was able to smell in the air. James wasn't feeling full at all, rather empty and famished- and as soon as he turned his head and spotted his next course- without thinking, his hungry lust took over, murdering and eating all four men, afterwards..... Few moments pass. The crypt is empty and silent again. Cracking sounds of the fire still burning accompanied a silent humming of the La rose et l'abeille composition, coming out of a swollen and bloated body belonging that beast. Sitting in his chair again, relaxing with opened buttons, giving the slight paunch freedom it deserves. Gurgling groans of the tired gut only symbolize its good work- digesting his former servants into a pathetic nothing. It hurts though, slight traces of regret fill his contorted face. "I'm not going in the castle today- I think I overdid it, Arya would only worry that I overeat of my own subjects and cause myself stomach ache again.. or any other sort of pain. Domne! What kind of lover am I?.. " He tries to nestle himself in the chair more, but it only results in more pain and effort to give in, so in the end- he falls into a deep sleep by listening to the nice sounds of the soothing fire~
"Like father like son. But somehow still not quite similar..."
