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Corrupted Prince

I don't have any creative design ;_;

Here is the Corrupted Prince (Pure Vessel but he pissed off), he is a psychopath that always think about killing the old king (The Pale King) even thought he died, truly care and love his siblings but never let them know, best caretaker, need to caretaking the fluffball (Newflame) most of the time, kill anyone or anythings interrupted him, spend time with Hornet mostly.

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Chapter 2: Banishment

A-Am I alive?' The girl's first clear thought since she had gone unconscious. Everything was dark, even when she opened her eyes. Her limbs were bound to her sides by metal chains. She seemed to be being dragged somewhere, as she felt her body being moved against stone. However, she didn't hear regular foot steps, they sounded like...paws? At first, she couldn't fathom why animals would be dragging her anywhere, but then memories came flooding back to her. Sounds of people screaming coming from every direction. Her father telling her to hide down in his lab for reasons he refused to explain. Then, unsettling silence. She had pressed her ear to the door to try to hear something, anything. But, an impact hit her, the door must have flew off the handles, and knocked her out. From what she could gather from the jumbled memories, the Corrupted Queen had invaded her hometown of Concordia. But, that left one question, why was she kept alive? She didn't feel harmed in any way, expect for the cold chains leaving imprints in her skin. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she was roughly flung to the ground, followed by the sound of heavy breathing. "Your Majesty...the human female...as you requested..." an echoed voice panted. "Very good, Balazs, you may exit." said another voice, confident and dominant. She heard the clack of heels approach her as the paw steps faded away. The darkness was lifted from her eyes, and she was frozen, as he saw the pupil-less eyes of the queen gazing down at her. The queen discarded the bag that had been placed over the girl's head, and grabbed the chains she was bound in. She then lifted the girl by the chains, bringing her up to match the queen's eight foot height. This was not a good thing for the girl's fear of heights. "What a pretty face you have, your body's a bit too skinny to feed on, but you'll be make an excellent first kill." the queen noted, her mouth splitting her face with a wide grin. She yelped in pain as he was dropped back on the ground. Her ginger hair falling in front of her face as she laid there, not having the will to get up, not having the strength to ask questions. The queen's footsteps faded as she walked away, and the girl found herself going in and out of consciousness again. As commanded, the prince followed his mother to her throne room. He assumed tonight was the night she expected him to do 'what he was destined to', as she so often put it. No matter how much he attempted to prepare himself for the night, he wasn't prepared for who his target would be. He expected an adult at the very least, not a girl around his own age. The girl was kept from leaving by being bound by rope, and surrounded on all sides by swift and poisonous panther-snake corrupts. He approached her slowly, his feet moving to prepare for his brutal task, while his brain was elsewhere. He was surprised to see that her grey eyes weren't narrowed with hate, or even widened with fear. They showed what looked like a mix of pity and shock. Shock of seeing another human here? He wondered if she would feel the same sympathy once he was forced to slash his claws over her face. He unsheathed his claws, observing them as if for the first time. He tried to distract himself by focusing only on the shine they gave off, with tips so sharp he didn't doubt they could cut diamond. All it would take was a rapid strike through her. Would it be easier if he closed his eyes? "Are you going to kill it or let it die of old age, my dear?" the queen asked as she scowled, tapping her own claws impatiently against her throne. "No, mother, I promise. I'm done stalling." The prince brings his claw up. "Time to take action for once!" He grins as he brings it down. It slices through the rope restrictions, leaving the confused and stunned girl to simply slip them off. The corrupts around her pounced. He quickly grabbed one by their serpentine neck, heaving it head-first into a wall. The others switched their attention to him, leaping towards him. Two latched on to his arms, knocking him to the ground. He took a deep breath, before letting out a screech worthy of a banshee, making one of the demonic beasts recoil in pain. He dug his free claw deep into the others throat, forcing it to let go of his arm. He looked back over to the girl, who was being pinned by the last one, her face frozen in fear. He ran over to help her, throwing a sharp kick to the creature's side. It slid across the floor, giving the prince time to pick up the girl and unfurl his wings. He winced upon doing so, suddenly activating his wings still put strain on his back. He took flight, one flap instantly lifted the two fifteen feet off the ground. Busting through the double doors of the room, he swiftly flew through the labyrinth of paths, trying to keep focused on keeping a strong hold of the girl while staying in flight. Before long, he heard the sound of wings flapping behind him, matching his own. He looked back, expecting to see a griffin corrupt or something of the like. Instead, it was his own mother. He swore under his breath, beating his wings harder. He increased his speed, taking all the corners he could, rather they led to an exit or not, as the human clung to him for dear life. The halls started to blur past him, almost too fast for him to realize where he was going. He looked back again, his mother had stopped, instead flapping her wings in place. She seemed to be trying to focus her magic, in order to throw a spell at them. He used this as his chance to get an even further lead in front of her, before she could perform the spell. He saw the wave of magic she had cast whisk right by the him. He was confused at first, until the wave expanded, and reformed into a solid purple wall. His momentum had been too high for him to react in time. He couldn't stop himself, and he slammed right into the wall, both him and the girl fell to the ground. He tried to get his bearings again, before the queen caught up to them, but it was too late. She grabbed the two of them by the arm, her expression was of nothing but pure rage. "Betrayal!" She spat. "Caused by my own heir, none the less! Acantha believed you to be a failure, but I never thought you'd do something like this to your own mother." Dropping the two to the ground, she gathered up her energy to perform another spell. Her hand started to glow purple, as well as her eyes, and with it, she traced a circle in the air. She shoved the energy towards the wall she created, the circle expanding into a large vortex, thus completing what the two part spell was meant to create. A portal to any location she wished, the prince's eyes widened as he realized exactly where that place would be. "M-Mother, you wouldn't!" he said. She grinned. "For such a disobedient bastard like you? I most certainly would. You wish to protect the human girl so much, you may protect her for the rest of your miserable lives for all I care! Though, it's not as bad as it sounds. Where you're going, you won't live long." "W-Where are we going?" the girl asked. "The place where all disappointing, misbehaving members of the Corrupted go, you insect-brained imbecile." the queen turned towards the portal, raising her voice to a powerful, demanding volume. "CORRUPT FOREST." The portal showed that it understood the command loud and clear, by flashing a bright light, before the pure purple image changed to one of a dark, mysterious, ironically beautiful forest. The Corrupted Queen let go of the two of them, letting them fall to the floor again. The portal's vortex created a gravitational pull, that sucked the two towards it, the queen not being affected. The prince clung on to the girl's hand, as his other held onto the edge of the portal. "This isn't right! I'll make you pay for this cruelty, mother!" he called out. The queen simply grinned even wider. She left him a few final words, before slipping his fingers off the edge one by one, allowing the halfling prince and the human girl to completely enter into the new area. "Your mother is dead, and now you shall die with her." TO BE CONTINUED

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Chapter 1: Corrupt Castle

To say the castle of the Corrupted Queen was gigantic was an understatement. It was a Gothic styled mansion, with over two hundred rooms, not counting the many underground dungeons. The inside had eerie, yet elegant furniture, including paintings and statues of the beloved queen. There was no need for surveillance cameras for the hallways, as there were spider-like corrupts hanging from webs around every corner. The centerpiece of the palace was the throne room, where there stood a tall, stone grey throne. Candles with blue flames surrounded the stairs leading up to it, bathing it in it's sinister glow. Presently, the queen sat in it, using a green ball created from her energy to peak at the land surrounding her castle. The double doors of the room burst open, the queen not so much as blinking, as if she expected the sudden entry. Acantha, her most loyal corrupt, bowed before the queen before explaining her presence. "Your highness, it's about the human boy, he's recently reached the age of ten. As you know that's around the age corrupted beings learn to fight. However, the prince is proving to be hopeless in combat. He simply doesn't have the reflexes or skill to face even our weakest troops." The queen narrowed her eyes at her assistant, digging her claws into her throne. Her face remained emotionless as she rose from her seat. "Then allow me to offer him some assistance." The plant-life that surrounded the training grounds provided too little protection for the boy. No matter how fast he tried to run, or how well he thought he was hidden, he felt a slash of claws against his face. Before long, he had been reduced to going into the fetal position, trembling and tearing up, his whole body covered in bites and claw marks. His whole body was in pain, almost to the point of numbness. Several corrupts surrounded him, all glaring down, but he refused to open his eyes. "How do you expect to lead an entire army if you cannot intimidate three?" growled one. "We're supposed to lay our lives down for a sniveling, cowardly being like yourself?" hissed another. "S-Stop..." the prince said, his voice barely above a whisper. Although the corrupts had stopped attacking, a new pain wreaked through him. His eyes burned with an excruciating heat, and when he finally opened them, it seemed as if all color had been drained from the world. This caused his panic to rise, and he attempted to stand, only to be knocked back down. More taunts were thrown at him as he laid still on the ground, but he couldn't focus on them. His face felt frozen, his teeth seemed to sharpen and expand, stretching his mouth and ripping his skin. "What the hell's wrong with it?" The voice was distant, too far away to distinguish. He felt the rough fingers of a gorilla corrupt wrap around his neck. He was slammed into something, a tree, a boulder? It was hard to tell, as the hand clenched his throat. His hands went numb but he still felt blood leaking out of them, as what felt like bone protruded out. The corrupt let go of the boy's throat with a yelp, and the prince fell to the ground. His back had the worst pain of it all, his very bone structure was expending away from his spine, spliting and ripping through his skin to produce two bat-like wings. His scream of pain came out hoarse from his sore vocal cords. "Hhnn...Hhnn..." The prince's breath was rough and every intake of air hurt his throat. 'How dare they do this to us? Don't they know who we are?' An echoing voice filled his weren't his own thoughts, as his mind was cloudy and unfocused. But, he didn't have the strength to question it. Suddenly, a rush of clarity ran through him, the pain he felt gone like it was never there. It was replaced with blinding fury. 'Why don't we remind them?' He grinned as he got to his feet, he chuckled darkly as the corrupts that were previously beating him cowered back. Everything about his new body felt superior, enhanced, powerful. He loved it. The prince rushed forward, slashing open the stomach of the one who grabbed his throat. It gasped in pain and doubled over. He slit the creature's throat with his other claw. It fell, black blood-like liquid oozing out of it. Before the others could react, he lifted one up, bringing it crashing down to the ground with a sickening crunch. His every movement became a blur. He saw himself throw a flurry of strikes , and blindly biting into the sleek, black flesh of his targets. He stopped only once he was out of breath, looking over the destroyed corpses of his opponents. The child let out a roar of his own, between a battle cry and an inhuman, high-pitched shriek. He felt a familiar clawed hand touch his shoulder, he turned and looked up. His mother stood beside him, she gave him an approving nod. He barely had a chance to enjoy the praise before the pain suddenly came flooding back. He gripped his head, his claws digging into it. "M-Mother...it hurts..." he whimpered, before he felt his legs give out. Then, he fainted. His body warping and converting back to his human form. 8 Years Later "Your highness, the boy is here, as you ordered." one of her minions announced. They then exited with a bow of the head, allowing the prince to kneel before the throne. "Look at you, you're growing like a weed!" the queen exclaimed, looking down at her son from her throne. Indeed he had, as the boy was now eighteen and already 5'10, though considering his mother's height, this wasn't unexpected. His hair was neck-length, thanks to the lack of way to cut it in the castle, other than by dagger. His body was lean and muscular, from years worth of rigorous training. From lack of human clothing around the castle, he could only wear whatever fit him comfortably raided from towns. In this case, a plain grey t-shirt, light brown pants, and black combat boots. "May I ask why I was called, mother?" he asked, his head still bowed. "I wanted to show you something, my dear. Something important, if you ever wish to rule over this land. Follow me." She rose from her throne, gesturing for him to follow her out of the room. He followed obediently through the many halls of the palace. They started entering paths that he was told never to walk through as a child, going deep into the heart of the mansion. Finally, she lead him towards a tall, oak door, with many padlocks placed over it. With a wave of her hand, a purple glow enveloped the locks and they all opened, the door creaking open soon after. The prince stared at the glowing, purple crystal globe in front of him. It stood on a spiky, black pedestal, and the globe itself looked too big for him to properly wrap his arms around. In the room where it was placed were countless bookshelves, filled with books, vials, and what looked like ancient artifacts. what appeared to be human skulls were placed in the four corners of the room. The room was fairly large, and had no windows, the only light getting through being the unnatural glow. He stood near the back of the room, as far away from the magical object as possible. The whole room chilled him to the bone. The queen was quite the opposite, looking perfectly content in the strange room. Approaching the orb, she started to gently run her fingers over it, as a result, images appeared of various far away places on it's surface. "This is the control center of our army, it can monitor every area of my kingdom, catching any and all intruders. It also helps me to keep an eye on possible mutinies." the queen explained. "One day, all of this land will be yours. Here, look for yourself." She stepped away, allowing her son to go up to the pedestal. He prepared to place his hands on it, before she stopped him. "No! With your claws." she hissed. He released his claws with ease, the act became much simpler once the pain dulled to a sting. He touched them to the crystal, and the crystal's images became much clearer. It was as if he had a bird's eye view of the entire castle grounds, able to see even mosquito-sized corrupts from his omnipotent view. He let go of the orb, vision going away as quickly as it appeared. The queen then manipulated the orb to show a heavily populated human city. "On to more pressing matters. This is our next target. It's a town called Concordia, and it's known for it's pacifistic nature." she cackled. "The fools. They focus their life on scientific research and logical means, yet they don't have the common sense to focus on building a proper military. There's humans that know they can't compete with the corrupted, and there's humans that don't even attempt to. Hopefully, they'll serve me better as my corrupted servants, rather than foes." "Mother, why don't we ever consider cooperating with the humans? I mean, maybe we could co-exist, that way w-" A hard slap across the face sent the prince stumbling back, a few deep cuts on his face where the queen's claws scraped against him. He touched the cuts, before flinching and quickly taking his hand away. He remained silent as she began again. "Cooperating with humans? I don't want to hear such drivel from your mouth again! Allowing a lesser species to join my ranks?" She paced the room angrily, before starting again with a more calm tone. "...Now you, my son, you're the exception. You were born for greatness. You're much more than a mere human, much more than a simple corrupt even! You have the power to rule over both, luring the humans into a false sense of security and then eradicating them from existence!" The prince wished he could share his mother's enthusiasm. After all, humans were disgusting beings who relied on technology and firearms to fight, instead of natural instincts. But...a part of him knew that this was wrong. As much as he had tried to numb himself to the thought of killing, he still felt shaky thinking back to when he murdered his trainers so long ago. The internal conflict continued when he realized that an even smaller part of him liked the idea of spilling the blood of his enemies, lived for it. That, he assumed, was the corrupted blood running through his veins. As he was lost in thought, he realized his mother was still talking, and swiftly went back to paying attention. "Tomorrow, my child. Tomorrow I'll bring you your first human to kill." she said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "What better time to initiate the blood lust within you?" 'What?' His brain didn't know how to reply, so he just nodded his head, without any visible emotion. TO BE CONTINUED

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Derange: The Corrupted Prince of Darkland

This is a story I’ve been building up for a couple of months now, and I think it’s shaping pretty well

Derange is one of main characters here and also the antagonist

He used to be a Prince of a kingdom with his family but then something terrible happened causing him to act this way and completely turn the whole land and everyone in it insane and monstrous.

Expect more characters from Darkland from here to there.