🩸 The walls of Villa Varesi still whispered my name as I slowly made my way across the stone path. I hadn’t been here in years, and now I returned home—stained with the blood of innocent people. In the village, I had already heard: My family had managed to maintain our reign even without my brother and me. Undisputed, we were still the kings of this city. But now only one king had come home. One who had lost everything. The night was falling slowly over the city. The clouds gathered above as if preparing to strike the ground with thunder in answer to my return. Two of my servants stood guard at the great gate outside. They immediately began to stutter. One seemed glad to see me, the other less. As I stepped onto the threshold, I raised my hands to their throats. “Not a word,” I hissed between my teeth. I was ready. Ready to leave everything behind and perhaps become a little more like my brother.
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(Ich spreche grundsätzlich niemals über meinen Pb! Außer zu sagen, ob ich noch antworte oder nicht, spreche ich immer innerhalb meiner Rolle. Und das bleibt auch so. Zudem mag ich keine überstarken, unbesiegbaren Charaktere, die kein „Kryptonit“ besitzen. Sowas zu schreiben macht einfach überhaupt keinen Spaß, sorry. 24/7)
