the titan’s will. that was a constant in the emperor’s words, heeding his will, his call. king had only heard such vital words through the grapevine, but such gave him hope ; gave him STRENGTH. so on the ever of a somber summer’s night, when eva, lilith, and luz had all but tucked away for the night, king scrounged what little he had together and began his plan.
golden towel tied ‘round form, a cardboard coven mask settled on his skull, and the perfect white zip-up hood drawn to be his cloak. here stood the makeshift GOLDEN GUARD, the perfect excuse to be brought before emperor and have his questions answered. flawless! all he needed now was the execution.
it took time, stretched long into the late hours upon his arrival into city. paws keep mask locked over skull, hide his features as smallest of the ‘officials’ pass through crowds through detour to palace. bones clack from clawed feet upon his crossing into uncharted territory, somehow passing for emperor’s nephew past inducted coven members. was it the voice? did that mean he too had an annoying voice?
by the time he had been escorted by awkward request of a guardsman to throne room, dusk had settled and the night’s depths had grown. shadows shrouded the candlelit hall as ‘golden guard’ trod his way to emperor’s sat form, stumbling at the very last second into a convenient kneel.
nailed it ; he won’t suspect a thing.
“ uh -- HEY there , emperor ! long time no see , heh ---- uh .
so ABOUT THE TITAN ------- ”
