â beginning of the end.
The king smirked as he propped his feet on the desk In front of him. The crown in his head was tipping but that wasn't at forefront of his mind. The tape recorder that had once been nearly sitting on his desk was now a heap of smashed metal and wire near his feet. The room was quiet, deadly so, and yet the boy tilted his head as his straining to listen, the crown shifting again. There were a few more beats of silence before bone-chilling laughter overpowered it and even made the guards outside tremble in fear.
"Yes, yes, old friend, I do believe so." The young boy hummed and nodded his head in agreement to whatever he'd heard somewhere in his broken mind. The crown hit the light as it moved around his much too small head, revealing it to not be made of gold, silver or jewels, but of flesh. There was the skin of a man (or woman, one could not tell) pulled taut and stitched together to make the crown his proudly wore. Eyeballs, ears, and lips acted as the jewels and his most prized possessions he showed off with pride.
Almost eagerly, the boy leaned forward and his entire head was now visible. Golden blonde locks sat short and tamed his head, beautiful brown eyes filled with madness and milky white skin devoid of marks of any kind. He was a picture of beauty if one had ever seen it. However, this young boy was tainted beyond belief. The antichrist, one could call him.
"You were always full of such brilliant ideas, Boseok," The boy said excitedly, reaching out and pulling an unclear object to his chest, cheeks flushing as if he was embarrassed by his actions. His expression soon turned grim and he pulled the object away from his chest so he could stare it, or rather him, in the eye. In his hands was the head of a man, far from fresh now, with crystal blue eyes that had long since dulled from their vibrant color. "If only you hadn't betrayed me, my love." His voice was full of sadness and remorse but glee danced in his eyes at the sight of his lovers head.
There was a loud knock on the warehouse door that made the young king glare at it like it was his mortal enemy. He sat down the head as gently as he could, eyes softening at the sight. "We'll always be together, you and I, because this time you can't go against me." Laughter trickled into his words the more he spoke until he was practically howling with joy. The laughter stopped all at once and his eyes narrowed when there was another knock at the door. He knew who it was, of course, but he also knew that they knew he always had this time to himself.
"Enter." His voice was very different from how he'd spoken previously. The childish and pure way he'd spoken before was nothing like the deep and dark tone he held now. This woman did in fact enter and the door closed almost immediately after she did. The woman, much older than her king, bowed respectfully but her face was anything but.
"My king, the preparations for your game are now complete. We lost a lot of our people who excel in these areas in the revolution but they worked themselves nearly to death to have it completed." Her voice was hard as if to hide her displeasure but in doing so made it all the more clear. The young king only gazed at his lover's head with his head tilted away from her but the way his lips twitched revealed that he had heard her.
"Yes, yes. Lots of dead men, lots of dead women," He mumbled in response, nodding his head. His face soon twisted into one of pure rage and he swiped everything, including the head, off his desk and stomped his feet to the floor in such quick motions that the woman couldn't even react. "Nothing but no good traitors and liars and cheaters!" He screamed, throwing his body around in ways that not even the most insane could manage. His crown went flying and landed right next to the severed head that belonged to a man who would never have peace.
