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It’d been a near thing. The last vestiges of the Lucian kingdom had almost managed to successfully fight back.
Almost mattered not at all as Sephiroth descended the stairs of the dark, minimalist room, hardly bigger than a common cellar with a single bare bulb hanging at its center and a metal cabinet off to the side. He was clearly in no particular hurry, each footstep audible. Most of the work had been done for him; what magic jamming did not accomplish in order to control and contain the prince (King, he reminded himself), an endless stream of MTs and sheer exhaustion took care of. Even while tired, it took several minutes, four people and a few good punches for him to give up enough to be bound to a metal chair.
The royal adviser had been handled in a similar manner in a separate room. It had been interesting to take note of the similarities and differences of their techniques, and how in the end it had actually taken several powerful electric shocks via MT to get Scientia to his knees and bound -- and eventually dragged down the stairs after Sephiroth, to be secured to another metal chair on the opposite side of the small room.
He’d only needed to nod and the room was cleared, multiple footsteps quick up the stairs before a heavy door audibly sealed them off from the rest of the facility. Barely glancing at his “guests”, the silver-haired man went about opening the metal cabinet, taking care not to obscure a wide variety of mostly sharp and gleaming objects inside. “I must apologize, Your High-- Your Majesty.” He deliberately corrected himself, words carelessly tossed over his shoulder. “It might have been a great deal more polite to have invited you to join us here first. Given that I’m certain you’d have ignored that, consider this a heavily insisted invitation.”
He could feel the eyes on his back, willing his death and worse. Both so spirited, still. But that was why he’d been given the task ahead of him, to be completed by any means he saw fit. A little more personal than he preferred, but Sephiroth was hardly going to pass up the opportunity for praise.
Honestly, his only concern in the moment wasn’t so much how to start, but what to start with. Turning to Ignis, his tone was almost bored. “Do you have any advice for your king, adviser? Coping methods for torture scenarios?”