The Supreme King

He was hyper aware of their current isolation, his senses heightened due to being in an environment that he wasn’t very used to yet. He was alone with the King, and the implications of that were not lost on him. While he sometimes wondered what the Supreme King saw in him to let him in this way, he didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“The skies looked clear today. No air invasions. However I did spot a new rebel camp just north of the mountainside. You–Your Highness should have somebody investigate further.” He hoped the accidental slip of the tongue would go unnoticed, and if not, he hoped Haou wouldn’t be too angered by it. He kept his head lowered, waiting for permission to act otherwise, even as he felt the King’s leg rested against him. No armor, he noted.

Seemingly just to prove his internal point, the scout had given him more interesting information. The only thing up in the monuments were weaker monsters who couldn’t aid him in his conquest, though they were as welcoming as any small village of frightful beasts could be. “The rebels must be trying to regain their numbers...” It was rare for him to smile, but the reasons were common.

The slip up was noted but he didn’t comment on it for now. Fingers reached out, combing through the birdman’s hair affectionately. It was good news and that spelled a good time for his consort.

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W...What the hell was this?

He read and reread the character pairings and then even the tags on this work and it still wouldn’t process correctly. 

Haou and... Haou? How was that even a pairing? He’s sure if he saw another one, he’s instinct would be to kill him. He doesn’t need someone else to fight over the throne with him, nor does he want that.

Huffing audibly, he clicked the link anyway, since the summary didn’t have anything to do with crowns or thrones.

This one took place during his reign. He found a mysterious old mirror and peered in it to find his reflection staring back with red eyes. He found that odd, but odder still happened as his reflection flexed his fingers and pushed himself through the mirror like some kind of weird portal.

From there it just-- there was no plot. There weren’t any other characters but this demonic version of him fucking him against a wall.

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Oh, ho ho.

Jim. 

He liked Jim. Not for any reason a decent human being would like another, oh no. Haou remembered the terror on that boy’s face as he crushed him underneath his very skilled dueling heel. There was something about… that confidence that he held until the very end that was positively–

Haou clicked the link and read the words with interest, momentarily not caring about its explicit nature.

This was set back into the past after their duel. He hadn’t killed Jim, instead, allowed him to beg for his life and take him as a prisoner… huh, this author was notably more sadistic than the others. Jim had been thrown into a cell and every once in awhile had nightly visits from the King that ended with him worse off. Nothing short of torture and taunts that made the hot blooded duelist angrier and fearful of what could happen at his new King’s whims.

Among other tasteful things he read himself do, they talked, briefly before the pain was inflicted. This increased until some strange… relationship formed that was both carnal and– emotional? Haou no idea what he truly stumbled across but it was ongoing and it was last updated yesterday.

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Ah.

He reminded this ‘friend’ of Judai’s, though he never got the chance to really see what he was made of. He had rumors of a man roaming around outside of the outskirts of his home, but no one had seen enough to do much about it. Haou was sure Kaiser had killed anyone who got too close.

More to see what this mystery man’s personalty was like, he clicked on the link. 

A complete one-eighty had been made from the other almost common themes. Its–what’s the word… ‘slice of life’ sort of story that was popular apparently. They were neighbors, childhood friends and– Zane (who the hell is that, is that his other name???) was graduating soon.

It felt surreal reading a complicated and complex story of him with another man he’s never directly talked to, but now he was invested. Days and months had gone within the world, all of which they spent time bonding and making up for the time they didn’t have before the night Zane would leave for college. In some sort of panicked passion, he had thrown himself at his long time friend, crying (he’d never do that but okay), and confessing his undying love (gagging noises).

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He had blatantly ignored Jehu’s name several times as he scrolled over page after page of the possibly endless and horny hell site. He tapped his finger against his lip as he stared hard at a story that had caught his eye. The description read “Everything’s the same but the Supreme King took over the worlds” with the main pairing being him and... Jehu.

He shot a look around the empty room [save for the fat cat] before he clicked the link and read. 

It was... incredulous! The type of things they were doing-- in nearly public places to boot! At any point they could’ve been caught and-- Haou could feel his own soul leave his body at the thought of how much embarrassment that would’ve drowned him in. He uncrossed and recrossed his legs and sat up straighter as he thought to finish the story quickly, which only let the horror grow even more.

By the end of it, they had acquired a few peeping toms that caught them in the act more than once, and the story confirmed Jehu had at least planned two of them too.

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It had been the next name to pop up on his radar. The curser hovered over the link to the work with clear hesitation. Especially with how a lot of these stories take a turn for the more mature audience. 

Well, he’s no coward.

Plus he actually enjoyed these fable tales. He even found humor in the inaccurate depictions of hilarious big sized genitals. 

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It had been something to do in this strange boringly normal universe he and Judai had found themselves in. He had his own body and consciousness now, and only half his power which put him in an already distasteful mood.

Browsing the internet, a new and exciting hobby, had become the norm while Judai ran a muck. Like running into a website called ‘fanfic dot net’. Curious, it didn’t take him long to find familiar names within it, stories upon stories of people he knew and didn’t.

He had read through a few of them before he spotted Yubel’s name. Without reading anything more, he dived into the story. And was immediately enthralled, shocked with morbid curiosity as it was far more erotic than he’s ever read, possibly in his short lived life.

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THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN HAPPY:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN SAD:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMETHING THEY WANT:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEIR BERSERK BUTTON IS PUSHED:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMEONE THEY DISLIKE:

“Of course my little king~”

“I hope you do not mind how I will carry you.” He mused a playful smirk dancing across his lips as he inched towards his lover.

Well shit.

He didn’t move away but he did huff.

“Speed isn’t always the answer. You need to learn patience,” Yubel spoke calmly.

Before the dagger could make contact with the dummy, they knocked it to the side, causing the prince to stab right through where it used to stand before it.

“You don’t want to sustain injury through your own haste. You have to calculate your opponent’s potential evasive movements even while on the offense.”

They were sure that the prince was only going to get more impatient with the way they wouldn’t let him land a single attack on the dummy. Maybe they should conclude their practice soon…

Lowering their own guard as the clock tower rang out, signaling a new hour, Yubel momentarily glanced away in its direction, giving the prince an opportunity to sneak in a hit.

They had a point, and as his tutor, that was the point. He sighed as he listened to the small lecture. Training, however, wasn’t over just yet, even if the bell was chiming the time. He twisted the now sheathed sword and took aim at the back of his beloved’s knees.

“Mmhm, whatever you say, Khankhuu.”

"So that means. it's victory our death.?"

“You will die from your injuries or you will die from the one who issued the challenge. It takes more than just brute strength. You need strategy.”

"I'd sooner smash you. I think we can both agree I have the superior fighting skills~" ((in which they both miss the point))