#about jevil

The walls were overbearing, but oddly soft and comforting satin. The world outside locked in their little cell, while he remained free to be himself and his ludicrousy. Imprisoned here by the king for talking of the Black Knight, a figure that the majority thought to be a delusion concocted by the fools’ mind; then abandoned by the one person that he was once called companion.That Black Knight, who would’ve been a Dark Little Lady in any other line, ended up being exactly at the king claimed. Being alone for so long, for years upon uncountable years, tends to make you forget yourself. Same can be said if stuck in complete silence or unable to consume anything to keep energy up.But he never scowled throughout the brutal treatment. Because in his mind he was never alone. There was the Black Knight that spoke of prophecies and tales so bewildering yet entertaining. Their speech skewed, becoming more warped from the Knight’s influence. They’d prattle loud without a care, until someone overheard; the young heir of the darkener throne.A child’s fascination left the boy hooked. He’d visit the jester every day to listen to another verbal book. It was such fun! For now he had more companions, and not just one. It didn’t take long for the king to take notice. He dragged his son away from the clown’s influence; all while ridiculing him for frolicking within the prison. Not just verbal, but physically too. It outraged Jevil that the boy was treated roughly by such a brute. Upon separation, the king returned. It was a mistake in judgement on their part since his right hand man gave ample warn. Intending to intimidate, to punish this clownish reprobate, he entered their world with chord in hand. Instead of a flog, they found themselves pierced through with eyes locked on the jester’s sickening grin.

The next day the prince learned of their father’s demise. Rattled with grief and betrayal, he did nothing but cry. When fully calm, he returned to the prison, a few men at his side which the jester assumed was for safety reasons. Those pointed ears drooped, knowing well that giving an excuse would be moot. A few of the guards suggested a swift death, but no the prince refused and told the men to leave him. They wouldn’t leave out of fear, requesting at the very least for the jester to be bound to prevent another bloody smear. The prince permitted that much at least. With cold eyes, he then insisted they leave.