AU: Varuga Gareki & Kafka Yogi
second-ships-prince
Gareki went still, inhaling sharply as he pressed his back up against the cold stone wall, the approaching sound of buzzing and gnashing teeth drawing his attention.
All these years he had searched desperately for answers - for who he was, for what he was. That search had led him here, the Smoky Mansion, an opulent estate hidden in a deep forest, swarming with nightmare creatures that patrolled its perimeter.
It had been five years since the slave ship vanished into the black ocean, spitting his small, broken body onto the lonely shore. Five years since he’d been forced to eat that vile food, the poison that turned his left eye black as night, cursing him with an inhuman hunger that clawed at his sanity until his hands were dripping with blood once more.
Holding his breath he closed his eyes, mentally willing the wretched creatures to pass him by. Teeth clenched, his finger hovered over the trigger of his gun, ready to snap into action at the slightest provocation.
