Canon: Black Jewels Trilogy

[consort_sadist]

You read, and you think you understand, but you don't. No one does; no one possibly could, except for one, and you aren't him. But apparently, you like to think you are. You keep digging, and digging, and you ask questions I don't want to answer, and you get annoyed when I give you the answers that you're demanding. Well, I'm tired of it. Sick and absolutely tired.

I spent centuries waiting for Witch because I knew in my soul that I was always meant to be her lover, but you don't even try to let me find her. I'm not going to bend to your will just because you have the metaphorical pen, and I am not going to surrender to you. I fought Dorothea SaDiablo with every breath and every ounce of strength that I possessed for 1700 years, and you think I'll bend because you want me to? Think again, because it isn't going to happen. I'm a Black-Jeweled Warlord Prince, son of the High Lord of Hell, and I will not be broken.

I have my own voice; I don't need yours. Stop trying to shove it down my throat.

Comments

[houndings]

[The Vampire just...grinned.]

Check. And mate, Midian.

[consort_sadist]

[Every conversation was a battlefield, another fight, another opportunity to leave others broken, bleeding, begging for more.

But even Daemon, with his centuries of court training and impressively skillful way of maneuvering through interactions, was unsure of just what was being said to him, and just what the stranger was certain of beating him at.]

[houndings]

Don't look so indignant, lit~tle Hell King...you are not the only one so bound.

[consort_sadist]

I'm not indignant, and I'm not a king of anything, least of all Hell.

[No, the Priest possessed that title, and the Priest alone.]

My bondage is entirely physical, and has been for a long time. But I've seen others trapped within the Twisted Kingdom, and I've tried to help them find the roads back to sanity.

It doesn't work.

[houndings]

The "Twisted Kingdom"? ...what an elegant title for such a place. I'll have to remember that one.

There are no roads, Midian. Simply chasms filled with fire, blood and death. --don't you adore the screams?

Ergh. Bedtime x_x

[consort_sadist]

[His shrug was inelegant, but accurate.]

I didn't name it, but it's accurate. There is no way back. The only screams I care for are ones caused by my hand.

If I put them in the Twisted Kingdom, I would prefer to finish the kill.

Sleep well! XD

[houndings]

Even better~ Perhaps you do have some worth yet.

Sorry D:> Busy, busy week happened.

[consort_sadist]

I haven't lived as long as I have by being worthless.

no worries. XD

[houndings]

Few who are do. Easy prey for the hunters.

Ohgood~

[consort_sadist]

And are you one who preys on the weak simply for being weak?