𝕳𝖆𝖙𝖊 ⚜️𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘

⚜️𝖄𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆

As she hurries down the corridor, the cold wind dances with her waist-length red deep wave curly hair. Fear reflects in her turquoise blue eyes as she runs down the dark corridor. Her chest swiftly rises and falls. Her heart-shaped magenta-colored lips split as she takes a quick breath. Her long white gown seems to shine in the darkness. As she rushes down the hallway, her cathedral veil cape bounces up and down. Her plump large breasts are encased in a tight golden corset. With every step she makes, her white stiletto shoes click. Desam puffs as the girl hauled through the castle smacks against him. "Please forgive me," she adds hastily. Desam places his finger to his lips. As he checks the hall, he hides her behind his back. "Come," he says softly, pulling her along with him. As she looks over her shoulder, one of her white gold threader earrings falls to the floor. "Oh," she objects. Desam examines the earring. His attention moves to the door, which slowly opens. "Forget it," he says quietly as he rushes to his room with her. Fear and Anger are only seconds away from entering the hall. They walk right by the earring without even seeing it.
Desam exhales a sigh of relief as he closes the door. For a few seconds, he shuts his eyes. The young girl sits on his bed, deeply breathing. An apple crimson blush rests on her diamond-shaped face. She frowns and takes off her second earring. He moves towards her as she places it on his bed. "Don't worry, Katinka," he says as she slips back. "Katinka?" she inquires. She raises one of her chocolate brown straight brows. Desam gives her a puzzled expression. "I'm not Katinka," she swallows.
Desam's eyes open wide. "Excuse me?" He holds his hands up to his face. He swears, "Fuck." He chose the wrong woman! Who would have guessed there were two gingers imprisoned in this insane castle? "Shit," he says quietly. "Please don't be angry," she begs. Desam lets out a sigh. He approaches her and takes a seat next to her. He hangs his head, deep in thought. The girl looks skeptical at him. This young man clearly made a mistake. What is his name? Why is he so unhappy right now? Who exactly is Kátinka? "I'm not angry," he finally adds. He puts his hands in front of his nose and folds them. "Just very stupid," he grumbles. The girl examines the wounds on his face. It appears as if he was recently beaten. "Please, I'm not sure what you require. But please, please don't hurt me," she begs. His gaze shifts to her. "I would never" he adds. Surprisingly, she believes him.
Desam glances up when he hears a hard bounce on his door. "Shit," he mumbles. "Eh, there," he murmurs, pointing to the floor. She crawls beneath the bed, understanding. He cannot be caught again. Hate will kill him this time. The bouncing continues. Desam screams angrily; Yeah" and dashes to his book closet. Hate enters with Vengeance on his side... yet again... "What now" moans Desam. Hate chuckles amused. Vengeance leans against his bedpost, his arms crossed. "What have you been doing" Hate inquires. "Avoiding you," Desam scoffs. Hate chuckles. "Why, I thought we were buddies," he jokes as he approaches the boy. "I guess you were wrong," Desam says angrily. Hate smiles. "You haven't asked Rogue for the keys, have you? Hm? Because you felt obligated to do something for me?" "I haven't," he murmurs. Hate keeps a close eye on the young prins. He takes a long breath and swallows. He is quite aware that he is deceiving him. In his eyes, he can see it. "Where is she?" Hate inquires. "I haven't seen Alana since he yanked her away to fuck her," Desam yells, pointing his finger at Vengeance. Hate growls between his teeth with caution. Vengeance's face is flushed with amusement. "Watch your words, pup," Hate says. Desam takes a swallow. "Please forgive me... my lord," he begs. "I will not ask it again after this." "What happened to Yavanna?" "Who?" Desam inquires, perplexed. Hate sighs. He went too far. He crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. He yells, "The princess!" Desam raises his head. Oh no. Without realizing it, he... assisted his... niece in escaping? Oh no, he's doomed. He takes a glance around. "Well, I haven't been hiding anyone since you demolished my bathroom." "By the way, thanks for that," he scoffs. Hate gets a little closer. "You better not," he mutters. Desam examines the keys dangling from his belt. Rogue, that foolish moron, betrayed him... What did he think, too? Hate nods to Vengeance as he rushes out of his chamber. "Hold on," Vengeance says abruptly. Desam shuts his eyes for a few moments.
Vengeance takes up the earring. He presents it to Hate, who grins. Both demons step closer towards Desam. "You have exactly four seconds to tell us what you did." Desam suddenly backpedals. Hastily, he claims, "I didn't do anything." "I swear to fucking goddess pup, if you ruined my plans with that retarded princess, I will..." "That's my sister's earring. She must have lost it here," he says more quickly than he imagined he could. Hate growls. "We both know it's not". He gives a nod to Vengeance. Vengeance kneels. As the princess screams, Desam swallows. Hate gets one step closer to him. Vengeance yanks the princess from under his bed. "This is the second time, puppy." "On one day..." Desam looks into his dark, deep eyes. "I made a mistake," he admits immediately. "You bet you did," Hate groans, grabbing the boy's troth. Desam deeply coughs, "I eh... I thought it was Katinka." Hate turns to face him. His lips separate delicately. He then chuckles amused. "Please explain to me why you thought that, and above all. What were your plans with Katinka? Were you lonely, hmm? Eldyra has some time for you, probably." Desam clenches his teeth. "I..." "Yes" Hate inquires. "I wanted to please Alana," he laments. Hate laughs amused. "Aww, isn't that cute?" he jokes. "But that doesn't change the fact that you irritated me twice today." Desam's stomach gets smashed by Hate's knee. He throws the coughing youngster to the ground. "And you know what happens to people who irritate me," he says ominously into his ear. "Yeah, well, thank goddess I ain't fuckable," Desam grumbles. He makes every effort to appear tough. Hate chuckles. "Oh, but that's where you're wrong my sweet boy," Hate says quietly. Desam gets thrown out of his window.
Desam growls as he collapses on the wet ground. Blue spots leave a mark on his skin. As he crawls on his hands and knees, he growls. "Fear" yells Hate. High on the wall, the female demon twists her head. She glances down at Desam, who is crawling on hands and knees. Her gaze drifts back to Hate. There are no words needed for her. She understands exactly what he wants her to do. She leaps from the wall as swiftly as a cat. Desam's eyes widen as she lands perfectly on her feet. "So you're a superhero now," he groans as she approaches him. "You have no idea," she says, dragging him along with her. "Knock it off," he implores. Desam sighs as she hurls him inside the empty stable. The wooden wall is covered with dried blood. "Oh fuck," Desam says as she shuts the barn door. "Precisely," she responds amused, ripping his pants off his hips.