05-22-2018, 08:03 PM
//Small gore warning in the 3rd paragraph!
"I only did what I thought was right -"
Caesar's throat was tight as he spoke, his ears pinned against his head as he stared at his paws. Blue blood covered them, glistening in the light that the room provided. He could feel Vigenere's glaring stare and tried his hardest not to look at his brother. He knew what his brother would look like. There would be a look of betrayal, a look of disgust, a look of hurt. Caesar knew his brother - and Atbash, too - didn't want things to come this far. But they had to, his siblings just didn't understand. What Caesar said was true; he only did what he thought was right. Murdering the King and his Court was the only way to make things normal. His two littermates believed otherwise, but what he believed was true. To them, things would be back to normal, almost. Vigenere, Atbash, and their parents would go back to the Seventh Tier and live like they did before they got exiled - or at least, earn their ranks back. But Caesar wouldn't. Caesar could never go back to being in the Seventh Tier, not with the threat he posed to the King. And yet, his family dared to say things would go back to normal!
"No, you didn't!" Caesar could hear the tears in Vigenere's voice as he yelled. Caesar shuffled his paws and wrapped his tail closer to his body as his older siblings went on, "You did this for yourself! And don't act like that's not true, either." There was a growl in his tone that made Caesar close his eyes. Vigenere had some truth in his words; it was true that Caesar did this for himself. Without a King and without a Court, it was a chance for him to become King. It was a chance for things to restart. It was a chance for him to be in charge. "If there's anything I hate more than a fucking traitor, it's a little prick who is too damn afraid to admit what he's done wrong."
Caesar said nothing in response, and only looked over at the King's body, who was impaled on an icicle that came out of the wall. The icicle went through the Tasmanian Tiger's chest, blood dripping from the wound, almost turning the translucent color of the ice a deep blue. His mouth was agape in a silent scream, his glazed eyes showing the pure fear he felt the last seconds before he died. He deserved this. Caesar told himself. This is what you wanted. He ruined your life. But was it really the King's fault? It was the Shaman who told the King of Caesar's powers and future; the King was only protecting himself when he exiled the Cipher family. Caesar tried killing the Shaman, but she was too quick for him and ended up outsmarting him, so of course it was only natural for him to go to the next threat: the King. The one who had the ultimate say in everything that went on in the Dimension.
Caesar wasn't going to admit that he was wrong. He wasn't wrong. Caesar finally forced himself to look at Vigenere, staring straight into his brother's eyes. Vigenere was practically crying, something Caesar barely saw him do. His eldest brother was shaking, but Caesar couldn't tell if that was in anger or if it was because he was so distraught over the situation. "I did what was right for us." Caesar growled in response to Vigenere, glaring at him. "Vigenere, why can't you understand it when I say that NOTHING was ever going to be the same!" Why did the former Soldier refuse to believe him? Even if he was in the Guard, that didn't mean he knew everything about the King and the Court. The Guard was only a small part of the Court, and didn't attend any meetings unless they were about war, and even then, only the elites were invited to speak with the King. Vigenere was not a part of that. "You don't know everything, Vigenere! You weren't even fucking invited to the meetings."
Vigenere was clearly hurt by his younger brother's words, but Caesar didn't care. He knew what he was speaking was the truth. Vigenere wasn't the only one who could speak like that. "Why don't you care about anybody else's feelings, asshat?" He snarled, blinking away tears. Caesar could tell that Vigenere was fighting off something - whether it be the urge to hit him, or to cry; he didn't know which it was, but it was certainly something. "All you care about is yourself. You may not have been allowed to return back to the Seventh Tier, but why do you want to see your own fucking family unhappy?" Caesar only shook his head in response. He didn't know how to respond to that, if he were honest. Was that really what he seemed like? A heartless monster who only cared for himself? Then so be it. That'll be what he was going to be known for, then. That was fine.
"Because the only thing that matters is power." Caesar spoke as he rose to his paws, shaking them slightly and sprinkling blood on the floor. His lips were curled as he stared at Vigenere, as if daring his brother to make a move. But Vigenere never did, and only let out a defeated sigh as he relaxed and walked off, his tail tip twitching as he walked. Caesar watched him leave before marching to the King's corpse. This is exactly what he wanted. He wanted to be in charge, he wanted to have power. He wanted the King to be dead, and he finally got what he wanted. No matter what Vigenere and Atbash said or believed, this is what was good for them. And Caesar was going to make sure that they learned that. King Caesar. The demon thought to himself with a smirk. I like the sound of that.
This was going to be fun. He was going to rule this Dimension or burn it to the ground. Whichever came first.
//Prompt inspiration: https://ofpoemsandprompts.tumblr.com/pos...hought-was
"I only did what I thought was right -"
Caesar's throat was tight as he spoke, his ears pinned against his head as he stared at his paws. Blue blood covered them, glistening in the light that the room provided. He could feel Vigenere's glaring stare and tried his hardest not to look at his brother. He knew what his brother would look like. There would be a look of betrayal, a look of disgust, a look of hurt. Caesar knew his brother - and Atbash, too - didn't want things to come this far. But they had to, his siblings just didn't understand. What Caesar said was true; he only did what he thought was right. Murdering the King and his Court was the only way to make things normal. His two littermates believed otherwise, but what he believed was true. To them, things would be back to normal, almost. Vigenere, Atbash, and their parents would go back to the Seventh Tier and live like they did before they got exiled - or at least, earn their ranks back. But Caesar wouldn't. Caesar could never go back to being in the Seventh Tier, not with the threat he posed to the King. And yet, his family dared to say things would go back to normal!
"No, you didn't!" Caesar could hear the tears in Vigenere's voice as he yelled. Caesar shuffled his paws and wrapped his tail closer to his body as his older siblings went on, "You did this for yourself! And don't act like that's not true, either." There was a growl in his tone that made Caesar close his eyes. Vigenere had some truth in his words; it was true that Caesar did this for himself. Without a King and without a Court, it was a chance for him to become King. It was a chance for things to restart. It was a chance for him to be in charge. "If there's anything I hate more than a fucking traitor, it's a little prick who is too damn afraid to admit what he's done wrong."
Caesar said nothing in response, and only looked over at the King's body, who was impaled on an icicle that came out of the wall. The icicle went through the Tasmanian Tiger's chest, blood dripping from the wound, almost turning the translucent color of the ice a deep blue. His mouth was agape in a silent scream, his glazed eyes showing the pure fear he felt the last seconds before he died. He deserved this. Caesar told himself. This is what you wanted. He ruined your life. But was it really the King's fault? It was the Shaman who told the King of Caesar's powers and future; the King was only protecting himself when he exiled the Cipher family. Caesar tried killing the Shaman, but she was too quick for him and ended up outsmarting him, so of course it was only natural for him to go to the next threat: the King. The one who had the ultimate say in everything that went on in the Dimension.
Caesar wasn't going to admit that he was wrong. He wasn't wrong. Caesar finally forced himself to look at Vigenere, staring straight into his brother's eyes. Vigenere was practically crying, something Caesar barely saw him do. His eldest brother was shaking, but Caesar couldn't tell if that was in anger or if it was because he was so distraught over the situation. "I did what was right for us." Caesar growled in response to Vigenere, glaring at him. "Vigenere, why can't you understand it when I say that NOTHING was ever going to be the same!" Why did the former Soldier refuse to believe him? Even if he was in the Guard, that didn't mean he knew everything about the King and the Court. The Guard was only a small part of the Court, and didn't attend any meetings unless they were about war, and even then, only the elites were invited to speak with the King. Vigenere was not a part of that. "You don't know everything, Vigenere! You weren't even fucking invited to the meetings."
Vigenere was clearly hurt by his younger brother's words, but Caesar didn't care. He knew what he was speaking was the truth. Vigenere wasn't the only one who could speak like that. "Why don't you care about anybody else's feelings, asshat?" He snarled, blinking away tears. Caesar could tell that Vigenere was fighting off something - whether it be the urge to hit him, or to cry; he didn't know which it was, but it was certainly something. "All you care about is yourself. You may not have been allowed to return back to the Seventh Tier, but why do you want to see your own fucking family unhappy?" Caesar only shook his head in response. He didn't know how to respond to that, if he were honest. Was that really what he seemed like? A heartless monster who only cared for himself? Then so be it. That'll be what he was going to be known for, then. That was fine.
"Because the only thing that matters is power." Caesar spoke as he rose to his paws, shaking them slightly and sprinkling blood on the floor. His lips were curled as he stared at Vigenere, as if daring his brother to make a move. But Vigenere never did, and only let out a defeated sigh as he relaxed and walked off, his tail tip twitching as he walked. Caesar watched him leave before marching to the King's corpse. This is exactly what he wanted. He wanted to be in charge, he wanted to have power. He wanted the King to be dead, and he finally got what he wanted. No matter what Vigenere and Atbash said or believed, this is what was good for them. And Caesar was going to make sure that they learned that. King Caesar. The demon thought to himself with a smirk. I like the sound of that.
This was going to be fun. He was going to rule this Dimension or burn it to the ground. Whichever came first.
//Prompt inspiration: https://ofpoemsandprompts.tumblr.com/pos...hought-was
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