NOTES:
This chapter was never released. Its only because it was never finished. I still wanted to put this here because it gives a sense of how Akeldama is. I dont have any cannon literature material of him, so I like this representation.
“Damn. Of course I took the wrong one.” A tall creature says. “I might as well use you as a hostage…” he smirks, “Then once your friends rescue you, I can kill them! HA-”
“Your majesty!” A shorter one runs in. “Oh, am I disturbing you?”
“No. Tell me what you need.” He doesn’t turn to look at the other.
“It seems that they are soon to leave the planet. Should I gather a group for defense? Are there any procedures you need me to do?” The smaller creature clutches his clipboard close to his chest.
“Yes. Go draft at least twenty. Prepare the escape crafts. Big and small.” Replies the king as he tilts up the captured boy’s head.
“Yes sir!” He runs out.
The king stares at the boy’s face for a moment. He soon turns around and leaves.
It’s been 4 human hours. That ‘boy’ is waking up. He slowly lifts his head up. It seems to him everything is black.
“Finally awake. Heavy sleeper, aren’t you?” The king’s voice grows louder. He unties the cloth covering the boy’s eyes.
Only a small yelp leaves the boy.
The king smirks slightly. “Scared? I haven’t done anything yet! Hahaha, I’m surprised you haven’t begged me to let you go already.” He moves towards a shelf of items supposedly used for intense surgeries. “What’s your name? I like to keep track of those I torture…”
Torture?!
“I asked a question. You don’t want me start early, do you?”
Silence.
“I’m losing my patience.” He storms out of the room. Not much later, he and the other from before enters.
“This prick won’t give me his name. Get it from him. Hurry.”
“Okay!” The servant quickly works on fulfilling the king’s order. He places his hand on the fluffy boy’s head. Once he finally gets the info needed, he gazes up at the 12-foot king. “He is referred to as ‘Zane’!” He then bows slightly.
“Good. You can leave. Don’t go too far because I might need you again.”
“Yes sir. Leaving now.” He quickly scurries away.
The king looks towards Zane. “Why the hell are you so quiet?! It’s gonna be boring if you keep this up.” Zane looks away from the king. “Eyes up here.” He grabs the bunny-like ears and pulls them up in order to force Zane away from the floor.
“AGH!” Zane tries to move along with his ears to reduce the pain.
“Stop resisting and I just might let go.” Says the king. He gives this sickening grin. He’s enjoying this. What a sadist.
Zane tries his hardest to release pressure in his shoulders to make it seem like he’s not resisting. The man keeps pulling.
“Hm, you look better when you’re failing to stop me. Why don’t I just rip these off your head?” He pauses. “You’d probably bleed out and die… that’d be no fun, now would it?” He finally releases his grip.
Zane drops back into the seat with a huff. He leaves his eyes mostly closed.
“I wanna take my time with you. I can’t kill you anyways.” He sighs. “He’s the hostage! She says. Don’t kill him! She says. We need the girl! She says. Her voice is so agitating! If she wanted me to keep you unharmed, she should’ve kept you away from me.”
Zane opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. His speech has been getting better due to Zacharias helping him, but it’s definitely not good enough.
“What? Got something to say?”
Zane shakes his head and closes his mouth.
The king just brushes it off and picks up a scalpel. “You think this would hurt?” He smirks again and brings the blade up close to Zane’s right cheek. He carefully shaves off a bit of the white fur there. “Answer me.”
Zane nods, careful to not get cut.
The king removes the knife and slaps the boy. “Use your words!”
If the chair wasn’t bolted down, it would’ve toppled over. That would be bad, because it’s on a pedestal in order to be at the same level as the king. Zane starts sobbing.
“You know I love seeing you in pain, but this isn’t what I fucking asked you to do.”