There it was - on the floor.
A small note - upon which black ink lay.
And Prince stared at it.
Prince's eyes were chained by it.
They had succumbed to it.
Prince reached for it - the paper.
Then he picked it up.
What is it?
I wonder.
In his hands now - Prince examined it.
Paper - a letter?
Was this meant for me?
Ink.
And words.
In cursive.
Fucking cursive.
I can't read this!
How can I?
Fuck.
Fuck you Parath.
Wait... I can read parts.
Parts...
And it read - Why hello young squire!
In Parath's voice.
And it read-
I suppose if you are reading this I passed on my power to you - you should be receiving this by mail I suppose, or whatever method seemed viable at the time. Anyways, I don't have a lot of space - darn it! Anyways you were probably wondering how you are going to use the new-found power but don't worry! For I have written some wonderful instructions.
1. Kill someone.
Prince was bewildered - was it anger?
Kill someone? Kill someone? No! I don't want to kill anyone!
Prince continued reading.
2. Feel the power like an orgasm.
Prince was bewildered again.
An orgasm? What the fuck is that? No! I don't want to kill anyone! I haven't even killed many. One or two - no. More then that. No! I haven't even killed that many - I killed out of necessity. Not power! I'm not a murderer! I'm not a psychopath! I don't - wait. Power? Don't I want to change the world? I got given a power. I can change the world - can't I? I'm no longer bound - shackled by human limitations. I mean I am for the moment - but not in the future! I finally have access to power to shape the world! But to kill? To kill for the power to emerge? No! I don't want to foolishly kill - I will only kill those who deserve it!
Kill?
I'm not going to!
Well I will to make the power emerge!
It better fucking emerge!
Prince studied the note once more.
Is that the end of the note? Seriously?
What a shitty note.
Prince's limbs were almost unresponsive.
He pushed his slave flesh to its limits.
And the slaves were on the floor - gasping, pleading.
Pleading for break - for sustenance.
How long are you going to starve your slaves Prince?
My faithful body - how long are you going to abuse it?
It's been with you since the beginning, it tries not to betray you.
And this?
This is how you treat it?
Look, didn't I get us this far?
And also - rushing into things for your "sustenance" might get this body killed.
Worse, I might meet a bitch with powers and they do something to my soul.
Don't be stupid - they can't exist right?
Look mate, we are in a hive.
Who's at the top?
Some bitch or bastard with a power - no?
Now that you mentioned it. That's extremely plausible.
But alas - time is ticking, your body is decaying.
Let's move?
Sure, let us.
Prince spared a glance at Parath, and then he descended the hatch once more.
At least it is warmer here.
Goodbye Parath! Enjoy your new home - room.
Grueling alleys, but you know... This is all quite fun.
I love this.
I think the only thing I'm missing is a nice shower.
But this all?
This is all mine - hidden, unseen.
And, I'm absolutely loving every minute, moment of this.
Honestly.
What more could I ask for?
Hell if I managed to find a reliable water and food source.
It would be like heaven!
That's if the Hive is hospitable.
I really hope it is.
I don't want a witch or a bastard wizard to enslave me or something.
Worse - get me married to their offspring!
I don't want a life like that - not at all.
Imagine being forced to marry someone you don't wanna marry - that's fucked.
I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy!
Actually - maybe I would.
Eh, who cares.
Fuck you enemy.
Fuck you witch and wizard.
Stupid twats.
Shitbags.
I fucking hate all of you.
You know what - try marry me to someone I don't wanna marry.
I'll put her in her grave - early.
And then, I'll put the marriage conspirers to their early deaths too.
You stupid twats rot in your grave.
Prince could see it clearly - freshly dug pits, coffins that vampires slept in, and the corpses of a young female and gnarly old man within.
Prince enjoyed the sight. His eyes, if they could - would light up from the centre and create beautiful patterns like fireworks in the sky.
If Prince knew a tune, he would hum it. But alas - he knew not. Such a pity.
So Prince made up one.
His very own - spur of the moment.
Completely original - may be somewhat influenced by remnants of tunes heard long ago.
But mostly original.
And he hummed it with proficiency - truly a musical prodigy.
And Prince smiled - he smiled like a young boy waking to the morning of a big day.
He smiled for a while, the walk was a bit long wasn't it?
Prince smiled lost in shitty thoughts.
Prince smiled until he reached the hatch.
His smile lasted only a fucking moment - how long do you think passed?
Do you think Prince ever stops thinking?
Fucking idiots.