Chapter 136: Swordfighting
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Leron is a skilled fencer. Sangfroid is skilled with his bow and arrow. And yet....
When it comes to drawing the lance, his was bigger and more oppressive. Leron was immediately hit by the sheer size and force of it against his own sword, and they clang on each other under the water first meeting.
"Gah.....!"
"Your Highness?"
"Nothing, I just ..... I did not expect it to be this hard already..."
This caused Sangfroid to falter, and let go of his hold. "Oh, I'm sorry—"
Leron held it for him. "Don't be. Never say sorry for things like this, just enjoy it, hm?"
Upon touching his sword, the enemy had gone weak and collapsed on the crevice of his neck.
"Ah! Your Highness!"
This is not even a fight! He had succumbed when it hasn't even started yet!
Because of this, it is Leron's fingers that held the two together, as Sangfroid held on to his shoulders for support like a child. The Beast mumbled in distaste:
'He is the bigger one of the two and yet he is the weaker. Tsk, I should have guessed.'
Sangfroid moaned and moaned as Leron rubbed their members together, letting his prince's other hand move into places he had never been touched before. There was now a dual sensation, both from the front and the back.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Your Highness... Ah....."
His moans were long and strained, it really does not suit his figure and gruff voice. But the Beast quite admit that there is a novelty to it. The very fact that this bigger man is more submissive, willing to be held like this.... There is something strangely enticing about it.
"Sangfroid... Hmm... Do you like it when I touch you here? While rubbing at each other like this...."
"I do..... Your Highness... Ah..... Hnngh...."
"You look adorable like this, Sangfroid." Leron said something the Beast had also wanted to say.
It seems that even though this memory was not received by him, but taken away by Awful White when the souls were divided, there are traces of his own influence in this one. It is only subconscious, but the Beast can recognize when desire is taking over morality, when he is the one holding power. It was him who was responsible for this scene to happen, and he felt a twisted sort of....
Pride, for this. He is proud of Leron for being so forward, for taking this larger man under him.
Sangfroid continued to whimper and beg as Leron's fingers dug deeper inside him, much to the latter's enjoyment. There is something more endearing when a gruff voice makes such helpless sounds like this. A sadistic type of enjoyment stirs at someone's own heart and soul, unable to leave out any sense of mercy.
"Ahhhahhh.... Y-Your Highness..... It feels so.... so strange... ahhh..."
"You don't like it?" Leron raised his eyebrow slightly, but it is not in a disappointed or chiding tone. He just looked... amused with the expressions Sangfroid is making on his face.
"No, that's not it I.... I just feel strange..... but it feels good..."
"Ah, I see. It must be because it's your first time to be touched here." Leron placed a kiss on his cheek dripping with both water and sweet. The sweet scent of the lave lingered in the air. "Did you really not..... have any experience before me? Even..... even doing it yourself....."
"N-No.... " Sangfroid replied with a huff, but for a quick moment, he seem to recall something that made his eyes go wide, but he narrowed it again, brushing it off. Leron did not think much about it, but the Beast took note of it.
So there is an instance before Leron, huh? Heh, what a hypocrite. Lying with a straight face, all his loyalty is just a bunch of nincompoop.
"Hmm... Sangfroid, I really don't understand what you find in me that would make you so... so devoted. Ah, but I am grateful, I'm just a little vexed by it." Leron shook his head and smiled. "But that doesn't matter for now. Let's just.... ah... let's keep going, they must be waiting for us... We better release these.... these pent-up emotions soon, heh...."
"Oh, right. Your Highness." Sangfroid suddenly looked so serious as he remembered that this time together in the pool would not last forever. Leron even felt his hard sword softening a little.
"Ah, don't worry about it too much! I am not trying to rush you, I want you to enjoy this to the fullest....." He let go of the two swords for a moment to pat his head and kiss his cheek. "Enjoy this with me, Sangfroid. Don't think of anything else, let them all go."
He deepened the thrust of his fingers, causing the poor boy to jolt in surprise. He made another round of short, heavy breaths and adorable whimpers, biting his lips to stop the sounds but failing to do so. "Ah..... Nnn.... hah.....hah..."
Leron went back to rubbing the two together, this time putting in some additional force by grinding his hips. He whispered sensually to Sangfroid's ear. "Lean on me, Sangfroid."
Sangfroid did so, leaning his head on his shoulders and surrendering to his full embrace, as the sensations kept on rising and rising in intensity. Leron had managed to find that hard spot that will truly make this boy let go of his inhibitions, and prodded and prodded that area to his satisfaction.
He too, was feeling the heaviness of his arousal and could tell that it was full to the brim along with Sangfroid's, ready to explode. Even under the cool water, they were so unbearably hot together, twitching and trembling. The tips were fully bare and swollen red, and he twiddled them together with his thumbs.
This brought a wave of euphoric sensations for the both of them, but more so Sangfroid, who along with the feeling of being massaged from behind, could not take it anymore.
"Y-Your Highness.... I...I-I-I'm going t-to---Ahh....."
"No need to ask for permis....sion....ah... Just let go..... Sangfroid...." He reached out his tongue to pry open Sangfroid's lips and kiss as they reach their climax. "I'm near too....Hah..."
The first one to release and admit defeat was Sangfroid, only followed by Leron just right after.
The Beast was now taken out of the body just as it happened, having Awful White be ejected from him and taking over, while he was pushed into a deep void.
While waiting for his chance to return, he just replayed the images in his head.
These were not the memories he wanted, but it was... amusing. And maybe he can...
Put them to good use someday.
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Awful White had now woken up, feeling very wronged from being consumed by the Beast like that. It was..... an indescribable feeling, a soul taking over a soul, and just peering into its contents. It feels so unclean. He felt sick and wanted to vomit.
He was not aware of who the Beast was, or what all of that meant, but he just knows that he does not want to feel that again.
But there was great joy in his face when he saw Ofelia, Sangfroid, and Vladstin staring at him. Aquamarine eyes, a purple eye, and golden eyes. He missed all of them, even when he had only last seen them the night before.
"Hello.... What happened? Can someone explain to me... I..." He started, his throat hoarse.
"Your Highness, you should have something to drink. "Sangfroid offered, wanting to get a flask of water for him, but remembered his current condition. He could not even limp with two of his legs broken.
He turned to Vladstin, about to ask him to fetch drinking water for his Highness, but Vladstin was already shaking his head. "Normal water will not quench his thirst."
Sangfroid realized what he means, and his face fell. "Oh."
Leron also understood, and gulped hard due to the dryness. "Right.... I feel it too... The need for blood."
He turned to them with tearful eyes. "Can you tell me how I became like this... Why do I..... forget what I had done.... I don't understand...."
Vladstin went on to explain everything, starting from the blue hibiscus flower up to the souls according to Zhaulian belief. Awful White was now made aware of the existence of his soul brother, his fellow fragment that makes up Leron's metaphysical self as a whole. He also explained in detail his dealings with the Father of Goats, and the wind that they could not determine as an ally or foe.
Leron grimaced at the deeds done by the Beast using his own body, and felt very guilty for the damages he had done, both to Sangfroid, Vladstin, and even to Ofelia, who must have been mentally scarred.
"Then, once the effects of Ofelia's song had run out.... He will return? It is better if you weaken me at this state then, doing everything you can so I... he... we can't hurt anyone else." He said.
"We are actually hoping that Ofelia's song will continue to improve and improve until you have returned back to normal, Your Highness." Sangfroid added. "Though it will not revert you back to human, as it had no effect on Vladstin either..... It will still bring back the normal you without having to go to the Fountain of Truth."
"If worse comes to worst, we could always throw ourselves to that volcano. I would definitely not hesitate to jump with the Beast to protect Sangfroid and Ofelia." Vladstin said. "Though I do not know if my immortality will fully heal all the burns, heh, perhaps I might even come out like a lava golem, only with flesh and not obsidian!"
Leron shook his head. "No, I do not want it to come to that. Even when I am gone, you must still protect Sangfroid and Ofelia. We do not know if we can trust the Hermit or... whoever that figure was--- because of the trick the hibiscus flower had done."
"Yes, there is also the matter of the letter.... Do you remember it, Your Highness?" Sangfroid asked.
"I am not sure..... I cannot reach out to most the specifics of my memories, they are all vague and continue to drift on my mind like clouds." Leron sadly shook his head.
"What letter is it?"Vladstin asked.
"The Noble Huntsmen." Sangfroid began to explain to the both of them. "They are worried about my proclamation of ending my life if this mission failed and so they said they would send a letter....."
But then......
Awful White felt the strings connecting him to this body is getting weak, and everything is blurring. He tried to alert them, to reach out before he can be taken away to the void, but failed.
A black sphere zoomed past him mockingly.
And The Beast has returned, just as Sangfroid had finished speaking.
"What do you think of this letter the Noble Huntsmen will send, Your Highness? Everything has changed now since then.... and I.... I don't really trust them to know your situation. I don't even know if they are now aware of it or not, if they are watching or not, since they have said that they can barely check up on us with how things have been in New Ilvedia. How shall we reply to them?" Sangfroid asked him.
The Beast blinked. What letter? What Huntsmen? New Ilvedia?
Ah, doesn't matter.
He just knows that he has a hold over this boy's desire, and so, he will easily believe what he says to him.
"I.... I do not know. I feel faint..." He mumbled, half-lidded. "I think it must be the difficulty with struggling with this..... this entity inside me....."
"The Beast." Vladstin supplied. "That's what we should call him now."
"Yes.... The Beast....." He spoke his name, actually liking it. But he feigned worry from his tone. "I can't think properly... I feel hungry and exhausted...."
Sangfroid nodded and turned to Vladstin. "Then shall we give him blood?"
The Beast grinned. They caught on so quickly!
But.....
After a while, a bowl of murky, brackish liquid was held up ti him.
"Here you go, Your Highness. Drink up." Sangfroid offered. "It was difficult for me to prepare dinner because of my injury, but Vladstin helped me prepare the chicken."
Chicken blood!? He doesn't need chicken blood! He wants real human blood!
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Leron is a skilled fencer. Sangfroid is skilled with his bow and arrow. And yet....
When it comes to drawing the lance, his was bigger and more oppressive. Leron was immediately hit by the sheer size and force of it against his own sword, and they clang on each other under the water first meeting.
"Gah.....!"
"Your Highness?"
"Nothing, I just ..... I did not expect it to be this hard already..."
This caused Sangfroid to falter, and let go of his hold. "Oh, I'm sorry—"
Leron held it for him. "Don't be. Never say sorry for things like this, just enjoy it, hm?"
Upon touching his sword, the enemy had gone weak and collapsed on the crevice of his neck.
"Ah! Your Highness!"
This is not even a fight! He had succumbed when it hasn't even started yet!
Because of this, it is Leron's fingers that held the two together, as Sangfroid held on to his shoulders for support like a child. The Beast mumbled in distaste:
'He is the bigger one of the two and yet he is the weaker. Tsk, I should have guessed.'
Sangfroid moaned and moaned as Leron rubbed their members together, letting his prince's other hand move into places he had never been touched before. There was now a dual sensation, both from the front and the back.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Your Highness... Ah....."
His moans were long and strained, it really does not suit his figure and gruff voice. But the Beast quite admit that there is a novelty to it. The very fact that this bigger man is more submissive, willing to be held like this.... There is something strangely enticing about it.
"Sangfroid... Hmm... Do you like it when I touch you here? While rubbing at each other like this...."
"I do..... Your Highness... Ah..... Hnngh...."
"You look adorable like this, Sangfroid." Leron said something the Beast had also wanted to say.
It seems that even though this memory was not received by him, but taken away by Awful White when the souls were divided, there are traces of his own influence in this one. It is only subconscious, but the Beast can recognize when desire is taking over morality, when he is the one holding power. It was him who was responsible for this scene to happen, and he felt a twisted sort of....
Pride, for this. He is proud of Leron for being so forward, for taking this larger man under him.
Sangfroid continued to whimper and beg as Leron's fingers dug deeper inside him, much to the latter's enjoyment. There is something more endearing when a gruff voice makes such helpless sounds like this. A sadistic type of enjoyment stirs at someone's own heart and soul, unable to leave out any sense of mercy.
"Ahhhahhh.... Y-Your Highness..... It feels so.... so strange... ahhh..."
"You don't like it?" Leron raised his eyebrow slightly, but it is not in a disappointed or chiding tone. He just looked... amused with the expressions Sangfroid is making on his face.
"No, that's not it I.... I just feel strange..... but it feels good..."
"Ah, I see. It must be because it's your first time to be touched here." Leron placed a kiss on his cheek dripping with both water and sweet. The sweet scent of the lave lingered in the air. "Did you really not..... have any experience before me? Even..... even doing it yourself....."
"N-No.... " Sangfroid replied with a huff, but for a quick moment, he seem to recall something that made his eyes go wide, but he narrowed it again, brushing it off. Leron did not think much about it, but the Beast took note of it.
So there is an instance before Leron, huh? Heh, what a hypocrite. Lying with a straight face, all his loyalty is just a bunch of nincompoop.
"Hmm... Sangfroid, I really don't understand what you find in me that would make you so... so devoted. Ah, but I am grateful, I'm just a little vexed by it." Leron shook his head and smiled. "But that doesn't matter for now. Let's just.... ah... let's keep going, they must be waiting for us... We better release these.... these pent-up emotions soon, heh...."
"Oh, right. Your Highness." Sangfroid suddenly looked so serious as he remembered that this time together in the pool would not last forever. Leron even felt his hard sword softening a little.
"Ah, don't worry about it too much! I am not trying to rush you, I want you to enjoy this to the fullest....." He let go of the two swords for a moment to pat his head and kiss his cheek. "Enjoy this with me, Sangfroid. Don't think of anything else, let them all go."
He deepened the thrust of his fingers, causing the poor boy to jolt in surprise. He made another round of short, heavy breaths and adorable whimpers, biting his lips to stop the sounds but failing to do so. "Ah..... Nnn.... hah.....hah..."
Leron went back to rubbing the two together, this time putting in some additional force by grinding his hips. He whispered sensually to Sangfroid's ear. "Lean on me, Sangfroid."
Sangfroid did so, leaning his head on his shoulders and surrendering to his full embrace, as the sensations kept on rising and rising in intensity. Leron had managed to find that hard spot that will truly make this boy let go of his inhibitions, and prodded and prodded that area to his satisfaction.
He too, was feeling the heaviness of his arousal and could tell that it was full to the brim along with Sangfroid's, ready to explode. Even under the cool water, they were so unbearably hot together, twitching and trembling. The tips were fully bare and swollen red, and he twiddled them together with his thumbs.
This brought a wave of euphoric sensations for the both of them, but more so Sangfroid, who along with the feeling of being massaged from behind, could not take it anymore.
"Y-Your Highness.... I...I-I-I'm going t-to---Ahh....."
"No need to ask for permis....sion....ah... Just let go..... Sangfroid...." He reached out his tongue to pry open Sangfroid's lips and kiss as they reach their climax. "I'm near too....Hah..."
The first one to release and admit defeat was Sangfroid, only followed by Leron just right after.
The Beast was now taken out of the body just as it happened, having Awful White be ejected from him and taking over, while he was pushed into a deep void.
While waiting for his chance to return, he just replayed the images in his head.
These were not the memories he wanted, but it was... amusing. And maybe he can...
Put them to good use someday.
-------------------------------
Awful White had now woken up, feeling very wronged from being consumed by the Beast like that. It was..... an indescribable feeling, a soul taking over a soul, and just peering into its contents. It feels so unclean. He felt sick and wanted to vomit.
He was not aware of who the Beast was, or what all of that meant, but he just knows that he does not want to feel that again.
But there was great joy in his face when he saw Ofelia, Sangfroid, and Vladstin staring at him. Aquamarine eyes, a purple eye, and golden eyes. He missed all of them, even when he had only last seen them the night before.
"Hello.... What happened? Can someone explain to me... I..." He started, his throat hoarse.
"Your Highness, you should have something to drink. "Sangfroid offered, wanting to get a flask of water for him, but remembered his current condition. He could not even limp with two of his legs broken.
He turned to Vladstin, about to ask him to fetch drinking water for his Highness, but Vladstin was already shaking his head. "Normal water will not quench his thirst."
Sangfroid realized what he means, and his face fell. "Oh."
Leron also understood, and gulped hard due to the dryness. "Right.... I feel it too... The need for blood."
He turned to them with tearful eyes. "Can you tell me how I became like this... Why do I..... forget what I had done.... I don't understand...."
Vladstin went on to explain everything, starting from the blue hibiscus flower up to the souls according to Zhaulian belief. Awful White was now made aware of the existence of his soul brother, his fellow fragment that makes up Leron's metaphysical self as a whole. He also explained in detail his dealings with the Father of Goats, and the wind that they could not determine as an ally or foe.
Leron grimaced at the deeds done by the Beast using his own body, and felt very guilty for the damages he had done, both to Sangfroid, Vladstin, and even to Ofelia, who must have been mentally scarred.
"Then, once the effects of Ofelia's song had run out.... He will return? It is better if you weaken me at this state then, doing everything you can so I... he... we can't hurt anyone else." He said.
"We are actually hoping that Ofelia's song will continue to improve and improve until you have returned back to normal, Your Highness." Sangfroid added. "Though it will not revert you back to human, as it had no effect on Vladstin either..... It will still bring back the normal you without having to go to the Fountain of Truth."
"If worse comes to worst, we could always throw ourselves to that volcano. I would definitely not hesitate to jump with the Beast to protect Sangfroid and Ofelia." Vladstin said. "Though I do not know if my immortality will fully heal all the burns, heh, perhaps I might even come out like a lava golem, only with flesh and not obsidian!"
Leron shook his head. "No, I do not want it to come to that. Even when I am gone, you must still protect Sangfroid and Ofelia. We do not know if we can trust the Hermit or... whoever that figure was--- because of the trick the hibiscus flower had done."
"Yes, there is also the matter of the letter.... Do you remember it, Your Highness?" Sangfroid asked.
"I am not sure..... I cannot reach out to most the specifics of my memories, they are all vague and continue to drift on my mind like clouds." Leron sadly shook his head.
"What letter is it?"Vladstin asked.
"The Noble Huntsmen." Sangfroid began to explain to the both of them. "They are worried about my proclamation of ending my life if this mission failed and so they said they would send a letter....."
But then......
Awful White felt the strings connecting him to this body is getting weak, and everything is blurring. He tried to alert them, to reach out before he can be taken away to the void, but failed.
A black sphere zoomed past him mockingly.
And The Beast has returned, just as Sangfroid had finished speaking.
"What do you think of this letter the Noble Huntsmen will send, Your Highness? Everything has changed now since then.... and I.... I don't really trust them to know your situation. I don't even know if they are now aware of it or not, if they are watching or not, since they have said that they can barely check up on us with how things have been in New Ilvedia. How shall we reply to them?" Sangfroid asked him.
The Beast blinked. What letter? What Huntsmen? New Ilvedia?
Ah, doesn't matter.
He just knows that he has a hold over this boy's desire, and so, he will easily believe what he says to him.
"I.... I do not know. I feel faint..." He mumbled, half-lidded. "I think it must be the difficulty with struggling with this..... this entity inside me....."
"The Beast." Vladstin supplied. "That's what we should call him now."
"Yes.... The Beast....." He spoke his name, actually liking it. But he feigned worry from his tone. "I can't think properly... I feel hungry and exhausted...."
Sangfroid nodded and turned to Vladstin. "Then shall we give him blood?"
The Beast grinned. They caught on so quickly!
But.....
After a while, a bowl of murky, brackish liquid was held up ti him.
"Here you go, Your Highness. Drink up." Sangfroid offered. "It was difficult for me to prepare dinner because of my injury, but Vladstin helped me prepare the chicken."
Chicken blood!? He doesn't need chicken blood! He wants real human blood!
Leron is a skilled fencer. Sangfroid is skilled with his bow and arrow. And yet....When it comes to drawing the lance, his was bigger and more oppressive. Leron was immediately hit by the sheer size and force of it against his own sword, and they clang on each other under the water first meeting. "Gah.....!""Your Highness?""Nothing, I just ..... I did not expect it to be this hard already..."This caused Sangfroid to falter, and let go of his hold. "Oh, I'm sorry"Leron held it for him. "Don't be. Never say sorry for things like this, just enjoy it, hm?"Upon touching his sword, the enemy had gone weak and collapsed on the crevice of his neck."Ah! Your Highness!"This is not even a fight! He had succumbed when it hasn't even started yet!Because of this, it is Leron's fingers that held the two together, as Sangfroid held on to his shoulders for support like a child. The Beast mumbled in distaste:'He is the bigger one of the two and yet he is the weaker. Tsk, I should have guessed.'Sangfroid moaned and moaned as Leron rubbed their members together, letting his prince's other hand move into places he had never been touched before. There was now a dual sensation, both from the front and the back."Ah! Ah! Ah! Your Highness... Ah....."His moans were long and strained, it really does not suit his figure and gruff voice. But the Beast quite admit that there is a novelty to it. The very fact that this bigger man is more submissive, willing to be held like this.... There is something strangely enticing about it. "Sangfroid... Hmm... Do you like it when I touch you here? While rubbing at each other like this....""I do..... Your Highness... Ah..... Hnngh....""You look adorable like this, Sangfroid." Leron said something the Beast had also wanted to say.It seems that even though this memory was not received by him, but taken away by Awful White when the souls were divided, there are traces of his own influence in this one. It is only subconscious, but the Beast can recognize when desire is taking over morality, when he is the one holding power. It was him who was responsible for this scene to happen, and he felt a twisted sort of....Pride, for this. He is proud of Leron for being so forward, for taking this larger man under him.Sangfroid continued to whimper and beg as Leron's fingers dug deeper inside him, much to the latter's enjoyment. There is something more endearing when a gruff voice makes such helpless sounds like this. A sadistic type of enjoyment stirs at someone's own heart and soul, unable to leave out any sense of mercy."Ahhhahhh.... Y-Your Highness..... It feels so.... so strange... ahhh...""You don't like it?" Leron raised his eyebrow slightly, but it is not in a disappointed or chiding tone. He just looked... amused with the expressions Sangfroid is making on his face."No, that's not it I.... I just feel strange..... but it feels good...""Ah, I see. It must be because it's your first time to be touched here." Leron placed a kiss on his cheek dripping with both water and sweet. The sweet scent of the lave lingered in the air. "Did you really not..... have any experience before me? Even..... even doing it yourself.....""N-No.... " Sangfroid replied with a huff, but for a quick moment, he seem to recall something that made his eyes go wide, but he narrowed it again, brushing it off. Leron did not think much about it, but the Beast took note of it.So there is an instance before Leron, huh? Heh, what a hypocrite. Lying with a straight face, all his loyalty is just a bunch of nincompoop."Hmm... Sangfroid, I really don't understand what you find in me that would make you so... so devoted. Ah, but I am grateful, I'm just a little vexed by it." Leron shook his head and smiled. "But that doesn't matter for now. Let's just.... ah... let's keep going, they must be waiting for us... We better release these.... these pent-up emotions soon, heh....""Oh, right. Your Highness." Sangfroid suddenly looked so serious as he remembered that this time together in the pool would not last forever. Leron even felt his hard sword softening a little."Ah, don't worry about it too much! I am not trying to rush you, I want you to enjoy this to the fullest....." He let go of the two swords for a moment to pat his head and kiss his cheek. "Enjoy this with me, Sangfroid. Don't think of anything else, let them all go."He deepened the thrust of his fingers, causing the poor boy to jolt in surprise. He made another round of short, heavy breaths and adorable whimpers, biting his lips to stop the sounds but failing to do so. "Ah..... Nnn.... hah.....hah..."Leron went back to rubbing the two together, this time putting in some additional force by grinding his hips. He whispered sensually to Sangfroid's ear. "Lean on me, Sangfroid."Sangfroid did so, leaning his head on his shoulders and surrendering to his full embrace, as the sensations kept on rising and rising in intensity. Leron had managed to find that hard spot that will truly make this boy let go of his inhibitions, and prodded and prodded that area to his satisfaction.He too, was feeling the heaviness of his arousal and could tell that it was full to the brim along with Sangfroid's, ready to explode. Even under the cool water, they were so unbearably hot together, twitching and trembling. The tips were fully bare and swollen red, and he twiddled them together with his thumbs.This brought a wave of euphoric sensations for the both of them, but more so Sangfroid, who along with the feeling of being massaged from behind, could not take it anymore."Y-Your Highness.... I...I-I-I'm going t-to---Ahh.....""No need to ask for permis....sion....ah... Just let go..... Sangfroid...." He reached out his tongue to pry open Sangfroid's lips and kiss as they reach their climax. "I'm near too....Hah..."The first one to release and admit defeat was Sangfroid, only followed by Leron just right after.The Beast was now taken out of the body just as it happened, having Awful White be ejected from him and taking over, while he was pushed into a deep void.While waiting for his chance to return, he just replayed the images in his head.These were not the memories he wanted, but it was... amusing. And maybe he can...Put them to good use someday.-------------------------------Awful White had now woken up, feeling very wronged from being consumed by the Beast like that. It was..... an indescribable feeling, a soul taking over a soul, and just peering into its contents. It feels so unclean. He felt sick and wanted to vomit.He was not aware of who the Beast was, or what all of that meant, but he just knows that he does not want to feel that again.But there was great joy in his face when he saw Ofelia, Sangfroid, and Vladstin staring at him. Aquamarine eyes, a purple eye, and golden eyes. He missed all of them, even when he had only last seen them the night before."Hello.... What happened? Can someone explain to me... I..." He started, his throat hoarse."Your Highness, you should have something to drink. "Sangfroid offered, wanting to get a flask of water for him, but remembered his current condition. He could not even limp with two of his legs broken.He turned to Vladstin, about to ask him to fetch drinking water for his Highness, but Vladstin was already shaking his head. "Normal water will not quench his thirst."Sangfroid realized what he means, and his face fell. "Oh."Leron also understood, and gulped hard due to the dryness. "Right.... I feel it too... The need for blood."He turned to them with tearful eyes. "Can you tell me how I became like this... Why do I..... forget what I had done.... I don't understand...."Vladstin went on to explain everything, starting from the blue hibiscus flower up to the souls according to Zhaulian belief. Awful White was now made aware of the existence of his soul brother, his fellow fragment that makes up Leron's metaphysical self as a whole. He also explained in detail his dealings with the Father of Goats, and the wind that they could not determine as an ally or foe.Leron grimaced at the deeds done by the Beast using his own body, and felt very guilty for the damages he had done, both to Sangfroid, Vladstin, and even to Ofelia, who must have been mentally scarred."Then, once the effects of Ofelia's song had run out.... He will return? It is better if you weaken me at this state then, doing everything you can so I... he... we can't hurt anyone else." He said."We are actually hoping that Ofelia's song will continue to improve and improve until you have returned back to normal, Your Highness." Sangfroid added. "Though it will not revert you back to human, as it had no effect on Vladstin either..... It will still bring back the normal you without having to go to the Fountain of Truth.""If worse comes to worst, we could always throw ourselves to that volcano. I would definitely not hesitate to jump with the Beast to protect Sangfroid and Ofelia." Vladstin said. "Though I do not know if my immortality will fully heal all the burns, heh, perhaps I might even come out like a lava golem, only with flesh and not obsidian!"Leron shook his head. "No, I do not want it to come to that. Even when I am gone, you must still protect Sangfroid and Ofelia. We do not know if we can trust the Hermit or... whoever that figure was--- because of the trick the hibiscus flower had done.""Yes, there is also the matter of the letter.... Do you remember it, Your Highness?" Sangfroid asked."I am not sure..... I cannot reach out to most the specifics of my memories, they are all vague and continue to drift on my mind like clouds." Leron sadly shook his head."What letter is it?"Vladstin asked."The Noble Huntsmen." Sangfroid began to explain to the both of them. "They are worried about my proclamation of ending my life if this mission failed and so they said they would send a letter....."But then......Awful White felt the strings connecting him to this body is getting weak, and everything is blurring. He tried to alert them, to reach out before he can be taken away to the void, but failed. A black sphere zoomed past him mockingly. And The Beast has returned, just as Sangfroid had finished speaking. "What do you think of this letter the Noble Huntsmen will send, Your Highness? Everything has changed now since then.... and I.... I don't really trust them to know your situation. I don't even know if they are now aware of it or not, if they are watching or not, since they have said that they can barely check up on us with how things have been in New Ilvedia. How shall we reply to them?" Sangfroid asked him.The Beast blinked. What letter? What Huntsmen? New Ilvedia?Ah, doesn't matter.He just knows that he has a hold over this boy's desire, and so, he will easily believe what he says to him."I.... I do not know. I feel faint..." He mumbled, half-lidded. "I think it must be the difficulty with struggling with this..... this entity inside me.....""The Beast." Vladstin supplied. "That's what we should call him now.""Yes.... The Beast....." He spoke his name, actually liking it. But he feigned worry from his tone. "I can't think properly... I feel hungry and exhausted...."Sangfroid nodded and turned to Vladstin. "Then shall we give him blood?"The Beast grinned. They caught on so quickly! But.....After a while, a bowl of murky, brackish liquid was held up ti him. "Here you go, Your Highness. Drink up." Sangfroid offered. "It was difficult for me to prepare dinner because of my injury, but Vladstin helped me prepare the chicken."Chicken blood!? He doesn't need chicken blood! He wants real human blood!
