@churlishlunacy said: He was a pathetic sight to behold, with his wrists and ankles tightly shackled together. Unafraid to let out every cuss word known to man, right then and there— until he was eventually kicked down to lie on his side. Sputtering for a moment, as his form thrashed about the ground like a fish gasping for air… There was no denying then how afraid the man actually was, right then. As his wide, livid eyes looked between Miranda and Karl. Miranda’s words seemingly firm and fair… when the woman was clearly about to put her son to the test…And all Lucas could do then was… plead. Silently plead up at the Iron Lord… to not do this.
It was one thing to despise & detest the very figure that created him, but another to disobey. Miranda, as much as he hated to admit it, was clever in her own way, mostly using mind games to get things her way. There was no denying that she has had a hunch on them for a while, too, which ultimately was the reason why they were here in the first place.
This woman didn’t fear the other lords forming alliances, her egotistical skull was too thick to acknowledge the fact that she had a weakness of any sorts. In her mind, she was more than confident in taking them down all at once. She was the closest thing to what a man called a god, after all, or so she proclaimed.
He was desperate, but was no fool. He had seen her work before, watching limbs be torn apart within a matter of seconds. Perhaps it was served as a lesson to not betray her, as otherwise brutal consequences would ensue. & as much as he wanted to fight against that voice inside his head to hold back, he couldn’t. It was still too early to expose himself to her, regardless of what she knew already.
This was a test to fuck with him, to put him in place & keep his title as the Prophet’s watchdog. Fuckin’ bitch knew exactly what she was doing, & it agitated him even more.
But what choice did he have now? Unless a goddamn miracle occurred (which in itself was a stupid thing to believe in), there was no way around it. At the end of the day, it was every man to himself, wasn’t it? It has always been that way for him…so…why was now any different?
Gripping on to the stem of his hammer, he stared down at the fragile man. Behind his tinted glasses were soulless eyes, cutting out any & every emotion that would interfere with his task. He had to—he HAD to. There was no escaping this labyrinth that she set up—they were mere mice trying to remove themselves from it.
Kneeling down, he finally looked at him eye to eye, then whispered one final thing before rising up.
“ Close your eyes, this isn’t gonna end pretty. ”
