Disgusting Humor [Plot Topic :: Closed]

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The rain showed no signs of letting up as Endymion was now covered by the Moon that overlooked the skyline. Prince Julius had traveled some distance to reach the isolated prison, looking to find some answers with the current nefarious plots overtaking the city. His hands were folded together as the lights reflected upon the lenses of his glasses. This had all started that night he captured the Psyche Terrorists who held those civilians hostage. He had thought of this as an isolated incident, but soon Sera was the next case of this. This continued, and the over all rate of Psych Terrorists in the city began to raise aswell. Julius knew there was a cloud over head, and he knew that if something did not change then another Eternal Divide would be at their doorsteps. All it took was for one of these terrorists to unlock their true potential, and the world would spiral out of control again.

With Skelter and Queen back out in the wild, this did not help things in the least. They were the first to break the hold of the rehabilitation and he wished to understand how they did. All his questions... They had to be answered, no matter the cost. The Prince understood you needed to bend the rules to enforce them every now and again, and this would be no different. For once, he would remove the facade of a caring leader he wore so often.

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Julius' assistant held an umbrella over his head as he entered the facility. There was a cold aura about him, and each step felt as if it held more weight than it should. The echoes of his footsteps filled the halls, and he casually walked into the detention center where some of the recently captured criminals were held. His destination, however; was the final cell at the end of the hall that was currently being watched over by two guards. The cell you'd keep your most twisted detainee, that needed "special" rehabilitation on a constant basis. Where a special guest who had caused some recent chaos and disorder was being properly taken care of.

The guards gave a respectful bow to their superior before opening the door to the cell where Julius would walk in without a word. The moment he entered the room, a cold glare was seen over his shoulder and the guards backed away. With this, the door would close before being covered with a blue aura. Any attempt at opening the door would be met with force, as a strong gravitational pull was keeping it stuck in place so one could not enter, or exit the room.

"S-Sir, this is against.." The guard attempted to open the door, being met with enough gravitational force to send him smashing down hard into the ground. His body felt as if it were being stoned just from touching the doorway, which caused alarms in his partner's head to go off. He needed to call someone, but who? This was the Prince of Endymion and no one stood above him other than the Queen. All he could do was listen and watch... Listen to the sound of flesh being beaten and the laughter heard between each hard thud.

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Disgusting Humor [Plot Topic :: Closed] Z0swn

"Heh.. heh heh.. Usually you ask questions before you beat the suspect. Haven't you watched any police dramas in your life, Prince?"

T, or better known as the idol Cela, was on his knees, cleaning the blood from his face with his sleeve. He smiled, looking up towards the Prince who had just begun to have his fun with the Terrorist that had been a pain in his side for some time. Julius didn't say a word at his comment; instead he simply kicked the man back into the wall to where there was a heavy thud. The wall seemed to indent around his body, showing that there were other forces at work here. The terrorist was stuck in place, not being able to move his body, as the Prince walked upon him with an indifferent gaze.

"I like to set the standard before asking my question, Filth. But since you seem so eager to answer a question: Which finger is your favorite?" The Prince asked the question as he focused a heavy weight specifically on T's right middle finger. It forced his finger back and back, not allowing him to stop the sudden pressure, before one could hear the feint snap of the bone breaking. Instead of screaming in pain, the terrorists laughed out loud as he writhed in pain from the brutal display of power.

"A-Ahaha! Are you that angry at me, Prince? This seems personal! Do you blame me for what happened to your Chris and Claire? Or should I say Skelter and Queen Bee? Heheheh.." The Man's taunts made Julius' eye wince ever so slightly. "You have some nerve..! I was just fixing what you messed up! Rehabilitation? Please! Hahah! I know exactly what you're doing to those you rehabilitate! But our Mother has the touch that frees minds, not enslaves them. That leads them to every wonder, not leaves it trapped in Shadows. You are no hero hehe.. I'd like to think I a-.." The Idol's voice was cut off as a hand had clenched his throat suddenly. Julius looked upon him with a cold gaze, but a wide smile. One uncharacteristically wide for someone who is usually so stoic.

Disgusting Humor [Plot Topic :: Closed] Fk07s6

"...Now where did you get the idea that I was the Hero of this story?"

There was a sinister tone in his voice. One that was knowing of the horrors that were being done to the people's minds, and the content of accepting it. For once T had stopped his giggling and looked upon the Prince in awe, if not just for a second. In that moment, through the laughter in his mind and the chaotic impulses in his body, he found himself in awe to someone other than his first love. And we he recognized this, he began to lose himself. Suddenly screaming out in pain, he pulled his weighted body from the wall and allowed his muscles and sinew to twist and rip until the Prince allowed him to hit the floor in a bloody mess.

Julius would kneel down before placing the palm of his hand upon the man's head to keep him pinned to the floor. The Prince had not expected such a display.. such a show from this man that didn't involve laughter. Was this another one of his tricks? After all, he had been tricking his fans and the people of Endymion all this time. He pretended to be a voice of reason and love, but in reality he was twisting their very minds with his vocals. And yet Julius would not call him a monster. After all, if things had gone a different way, there was a chance T would be the "Prince" and he'd be the one on the floor. But he wouldn't think more on what he meant by that...

"Let's not stop here. Tell me, "T", who is this Mother you're referring too? I can only imagine you are just a pawn of a bigger scheme, like Sera and the rest. You must know more than you're telling. Who is the figure head behind this ridiculous movement?" Julius asked plain and simple, demanding an answer from the prisoner. T, still not laughing, only looked blankly towards the wall as he laid in his own blood. A feint smile slowly appeared upon his lips as he had decided there would be no harm done speaking about his beloved. His creator, his love, and the woman he found himself so infatuated with.

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"I'll tell you about her... About the woman who was as fleeting as a dream... Our precious.. Rei.."

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