The Court of the Badlands
↳[King Ciyan]
Warnings - None
Note: Who's gonna read this? no clue, have it anyways. Also I'll probably write x readers for these characters. I linked what he looks like in the name. (gonna draw new stuff for him later). Have a look at Ciyans character and tell me what you think byee
"At the dawn of ones life, everything is surely over."
An unsettling grin covered the new kings face, long limbs draped over his throne of crushed bones.
Bones from what, exactly, nobody could truly say.
The criminal before him shook uncontrollably with fear, their ragged breathing heard throughout the room. The only other noise was dripping water from outside, where the rain had just ended. The guards stood rigidly stiff, silent, and the king didn't seem to make a noise. He kept his eyes on the fugitive, though not like one could tell with the mop of grey and white hair covering his neon yellow eyes. The twisted blue wood- or bone- of his crown didn't glow in the dark light spilling through the windows.
When the tremors in the criminals body subsided, the king finally spoke. His voice didn't echo. "Would you like to tell me why you- a rat, if anything- was stealing from your king?" This launches the criminal into a shaking fit all over again. They opened their mouth, attempting to form the words. Nothing came out.
There was no question that Ciyan took great joy in watching criminals cower at his feet. No, it wasn't sadistic. He liked to think that he upheld the law in a wonderful, constructive way! The criminal sat still shaking, mouth dry and empty. Ciyan hummed, latching his long, clawed black fingers over the armrests of his throne. He stood up, shoulders dipping slightly as he straightened to his full height.
King Ciyan, all seven feet and two inches of him, strode over to stand in front of the criminal. He didn't kneel, never, instead waiting for them to crane their neck up at him. They reached their shackled hands up to muffle a scared noise from leaving their mouth, shuffling back a little bit. A mock frown overtook his face and he tilted his head to one of the two guards on duty.
"Come on, I'm not that scary, am I?"
The guard struggles for words before settling on a meek "No sir."
He smiled at her, in that weird, polite way he did, and snapped his fingers to the criminal and turning his back. "Take them away," he said, heavily plopping down in his throne, "I have no need for someone without a spine." The guard nodded wordlessly, sweeping forward with another sentry to guide them out of the room.
Ciyan huffed and let his posture slouch. HOnestly, things were getting a little boring. He was considering taking over a part of the mountain ranges just for the hell of it, but that may be a bit much.
"Another one, my Lord?" A silky voice came from the corner of the throne room, as a woman practically melted out of the shadows. Ciyan sighed.
"Sadly, yes."
A moment of silence. Then, the spoke. "You are not at all upset, are you?"
A predatory grin split his face as he stood up. He leaned over, arms hanging to accommodate for his height. He didn't like standing up tall; it made his head hurt. "Hasin, why must you always assume that I enjoy putting the scum of society in their places?"
The necromancer cocked her thin brow, straight black hair spilling over her shoulders as she tilted her head. "It's no assumption, Ciyan."
He chuckled again, turning to stride back to his throne once more.
"You know me so well."
"It's in the job description."
Ciyan waved his hand in dismissal of the topic. "What do you need, Sin?" It felt more like a demand than a question, but at this point Hasin was used to it. Ciyan's understanding of human tone wasn't very developed.
"Mauhul threatened another military leader. Again."
He perked up slightly. "Oh? Were they frightened?"
She sighed, blsck eyes closing as she pinched the bridge of her thin nose. "Sometimes I wonder how you two haven't run this place into the ground," she murmured exasperatedly. Ciyan chuckled.
"It's likely your fault that we haven't destroyed the castle," he responded, his two fanged canines exposed as he stuck his long blue tongue out.
The vast, vast majority of people who were faced with Ciyan got scared, defensive, started crying, passed out, all four, or something else. The two people on his court, Hasin and General Mauhul, were the only two who have stood up and showed no outward fear towards him. Mauhul did it simply because of pure recklessness and pride, and Sin did it because she is only interested in her work. If that means taking offers from a potential evil deity, she didn’t care.
“Are we not going to worry about social affairs?” She asked, an attitude present in her voice.
“Would it matter?” Ciyan retorted with a slight frown.
“I suppose not.”
“Then we won’t.”
Sin nodded, the skull at her side bobbing as she walked back towards the door. Ciyan may be over 800 years old, but he was very new at ruling a kingdom. Perhaps it's because he was used to just demanding things and not worrying about keeping up an image. That was part of the reason why Hasin chose to work with him. She knows that he needs someone to work his way around people. (Even if she was no better herself, she has a way with words). “Close up the throne room. Have a nice night my lord.”
With that, Ciyan was left alone in the throne room. The two guards who had been previously stationed were dragging a criminal down to the cellars by now. Ciyan turned his eyes to the windows at the top of his throne room before turning around. He closed the door to his Royal Hall with a flick of his wrist, and left the throne room; disappearing after Sin through a door secluded in the shadows.
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