A Battle Between the Two Princes of Enemy Kingdoms over a K-Pop Idol, Princess Jisoo.
Once upon a time, a deserted land in the farthest of the seas were ruled by two opposing kingdoms. The first one was paramounting on the highest peak, and there, resided the most evil of them all. Similar to the castle itself, he was towering, a perfect combination of hell like his embers. A screeching mystery behind his eye patch, a demonic wail that would always exhibit and descend from the mountains down to the town whenever he unleash his soul through his fists, and spread across the deepest and darkest forest. A masculinity far more astounding than the tempests of the world. And a stare, a ruthless glace that would engulf the entirety of your femininity. He was the prince of flames that all of the nation had ever known. And his name is Leo!
Beneath the forest and underneath the dusk, the light of the massive full moon shone down to a dark gothic castle. It sprang forth it and cast its shadows across the soil. Unlike the butterflies from the opposing castle, the atmosphere was gloomy. Bats would resurface and hover over the entire structure as if they're guarding someone their own kind from within.
The surrounding trees were standing still but not a single life surrounded them. Even the howling of the wolves wouldn't dare to intercept the torrent of terror echoing in this place. A tremble of all the undeads wouldn't emerge for they knew that they wouldn't wish to wake a fine prince from his wake. Landayan Morrow, the crowned prince of Hathoria. The heir to the throne of a kingdom thrown from the nation. His father was more than an evil that they were detested by the people.
Footsteps began to pace on the brick-made floor of the castle ground. It ventured to the stairways up to second floor. And then, the sound started to disseminate even louder, even faster. Crossing corridors and lobbies, it grew even wilder! And as seconds went by, the entire area would shelter the pounding echoes of it until finally it reached the third floor where the prince stayed.
"My Lord. My Lord!", the Hispanic, Red-neck, Texan accent, 35-year-old gentleman wearing an elegant black suit, a black bow tie, with a white undershirt panted heavily. He knocked on the huge black wooden door before him several times prior invoking his master once more. "My Lord! Excuse my dishonor in the middle of the night. A message from Ybrahim has arrived."
Inside the room, the casket was opened up but not a body of the owner was in there but a white cloth and a pin cushion. The ceiling was made of webs and dusts. At least, it's what was visible to a naked eye. And the window, it was burst opened.
"Teodoro... My humble servant.", a voice emerged from the back of the servant in front of his door. "It was midnight." And suddenly, his face appeared behind his right shoulder, whispering words to his right ear. "I love spending time alone in the dark whilst I enjoy the fountain of blood from the maidens downtown." He scoffed and continued, "Now tell your Lord, what brought my most trusted attache' in my presence?"
Teodoro's eyes protruded and gazed upon nothingness. His heart skipped not just a beat but a lifetime. The pores on his forehead spouted sweat, colder than a melting ice. His well-brushed up hair unconsciously laid down its bangs as he held his breath and slowly he opened his jaw without even moving an inch nor sliding his eyes sidewards. "L-l-lord Gambit!?"
"Indeed.... Go on.. Go on...", a gentle yet cold response.
And still, without further ado, he responded, "18th birthday of the Queen's daughter. Yukihana. The lady you stalk. Ah.. Ah.. I mean.." Oh shit. What did I just say?!, he thought of.
"Am I stalker?", the prince still tried to hold composure. Not manifesting even the slightest annoyance nor a dismay towards what his servant has said. He grinned and replied, "There's a fine line that separates admiration and obsession. I am not the type to stalk someone when I do hold a portait of her in my head. No. But I am grateful for you informing me. I shall prepare. It's on the day after tomorrow right?"
"Y-y-yes my Lord."
"Very well Teodoro. Serve my platter. I want no onions in there. And please. A fruit shake."
"On it my Lord"
Gambit watched him faded away with the darkness in the corridor and as he did, he went back inside and changed from night dress to his black tuxedo, black suit, black leather shoes and finally holstered his deck of cards. He held onto his cigarette pack and lit one. Puffing out a perfect sequence of circular smokes upwards. "Oh my dear Yukihana. Of all the people, why does it have to be that Leo you always hang around. I hope that you friendzoned himand choose me instead. This is going to be a Romeo and Juliet love affair. Ah, but a dark one.. Immana kill that bastard and claim you mine!!!!"
@kakashi19283
Once upon a time, a deserted land in the farthest of the seas were ruled by two opposing kingdoms. The first one was paramounting on the highest peak, and there, resided the most evil of them all. Similar to the castle itself, he was towering, a perfect combination of hell like his embers. A screeching mystery behind his eye patch, a demonic wail that would always exhibit and descend from the mountains down to the town whenever he unleash his soul through his fists, and spread across the deepest and darkest forest. A masculinity far more astounding than the tempests of the world. And a stare, a ruthless glace that would engulf the entirety of your femininity. He was the prince of flames that all of the nation had ever known. And his name is Leo!
Beneath the forest and underneath the dusk, the light of the massive full moon shone down to a dark gothic castle. It sprang forth it and cast its shadows across the soil. Unlike the butterflies from the opposing castle, the atmosphere was gloomy. Bats would resurface and hover over the entire structure as if they're guarding someone their own kind from within.
The surrounding trees were standing still but not a single life surrounded them. Even the howling of the wolves wouldn't dare to intercept the torrent of terror echoing in this place. A tremble of all the undeads wouldn't emerge for they knew that they wouldn't wish to wake a fine prince from his wake. Landayan Morrow, the crowned prince of Hathoria. The heir to the throne of a kingdom thrown from the nation. His father was more than an evil that they were detested by the people.
Footsteps began to pace on the brick-made floor of the castle ground. It ventured to the stairways up to second floor. And then, the sound started to disseminate even louder, even faster. Crossing corridors and lobbies, it grew even wilder! And as seconds went by, the entire area would shelter the pounding echoes of it until finally it reached the third floor where the prince stayed.
"My Lord. My Lord!", the Hispanic, Red-neck, Texan accent, 35-year-old gentleman wearing an elegant black suit, a black bow tie, with a white undershirt panted heavily. He knocked on the huge black wooden door before him several times prior invoking his master once more. "My Lord! Excuse my dishonor in the middle of the night. A message from Ybrahim has arrived."
Inside the room, the casket was opened up but not a body of the owner was in there but a white cloth and a pin cushion. The ceiling was made of webs and dusts. At least, it's what was visible to a naked eye. And the window, it was burst opened.
"Teodoro... My humble servant.", a voice emerged from the back of the servant in front of his door. "It was midnight." And suddenly, his face appeared behind his right shoulder, whispering words to his right ear. "I love spending time alone in the dark whilst I enjoy the fountain of blood from the maidens downtown." He scoffed and continued, "Now tell your Lord, what brought my most trusted attache' in my presence?"
Teodoro's eyes protruded and gazed upon nothingness. His heart skipped not just a beat but a lifetime. The pores on his forehead spouted sweat, colder than a melting ice. His well-brushed up hair unconsciously laid down its bangs as he held his breath and slowly he opened his jaw without even moving an inch nor sliding his eyes sidewards. "L-l-lord Gambit!?"
"Indeed.... Go on.. Go on...", a gentle yet cold response.
And still, without further ado, he responded, "18th birthday of the Queen's daughter. Yukihana. The lady you stalk. Ah.. Ah.. I mean.." Oh shit. What did I just say?!, he thought of.
"Am I stalker?", the prince still tried to hold composure. Not manifesting even the slightest annoyance nor a dismay towards what his servant has said. He grinned and replied, "There's a fine line that separates admiration and obsession. I am not the type to stalk someone when I do hold a portait of her in my head. No. But I am grateful for you informing me. I shall prepare. It's on the day after tomorrow right?"
"Y-y-yes my Lord."
"Very well Teodoro. Serve my platter. I want no onions in there. And please. A fruit shake."
"On it my Lord"
Gambit watched him faded away with the darkness in the corridor and as he did, he went back inside and changed from night dress to his black tuxedo, black suit, black leather shoes and finally holstered his deck of cards. He held onto his cigarette pack and lit one. Puffing out a perfect sequence of circular smokes upwards. "Oh my dear Yukihana. Of all the people, why does it have to be that Leo you always hang around. I hope that you friendzoned himand choose me instead. This is going to be a Romeo and Juliet love affair. Ah, but a dark one.. Immana kill that bastard and claim you mine!!!!"
@kakashi19283