(It just occurred to me that I didn't give the characters proper descriptions in the previous chapters so I'll try my best to work it into this chapter. Sorry for the previous negligence to this detail. I would go back and add it in, but I tried and it didn't look right. please enjoy this chapter.)
It was the middle of a beautiful day in a garden in the west side of the castle in a rural kingdom.
You would think that this was a perfect day, there were birds singing, bees buzzing, and the scent of flowers in the air. You could even see the occasional hummingbird, hovering over the feeders. It could be said to be a perfect day in almost every way.
But reality proved to be very different from what it seemed. In this garden, there was a boy with ocean blue eyes and short black hair laying on the ground pale-faced. He looked as if his life could end at any minute, and there was blood leaking from his mouth. His name was Will, the servant of the prince, Prince James.
Above him stood another boy, he was slightly muscular and was average in every way. His face could be said to be handsome, but at this moment, there was a vicious smile plastered on it as he continued to kick Will on the ground. The pleasure on his face was visible for all to see - that is if there was someone to see it - a look of absolute amusement and joy, but filled with the viciousness of a demon. You could say he even looked possessed.
This was Prince James, son of the evil dictator that ruled over this land.
No one knew why, but this particular day, he was being extra vicious; he had beaten Will to a point that he never had before. It seemed as if he would actually kill him without any thought towards it.
At this moment, Will was lying on the ground, looking as if he had lost his soul. He didn't even have any thoughts to resist the prince that was beating him, and even if he did, he could do nothing about it as the difference in strength was simply too big for him to overcome. Prince James was at the peak of the third stage of the foundational realm while Daniel was only at the beginning of the first. The difference in strength was like the difference between heaven and earth.
There was only one thought coursing through Will's mind: 'Why? Why is he beating me so badly today? What happened that would cause him to beat me to death?' He didn't even have the thought of trying to stop him or any hope to survive if he didn't. He just hoped that someone would intervene and stop this torment. This was his way after all. If there was even the smallest bit of hope to hold on to, then he would.
At this moment, he looked up at Prince James, only to see a bloodthirsty look on his face, as if he was possessed by the devil himself. Prince James seemed to be just playing around with his life, like it was no big matter - which to him it wasn't - and was just a casual thing to do.
All he could do was helplessly look up at James with a begging expression, that seemed to say "please stop. why are you doing this?" but Prince James didn't care in the slightest. He just continued to beat Will till he was barely hanging onto life and consciousness. He felt that the moment he lost consciousness, would be the moment his life ended, and he knew it.
He was searching for a thread of hope, but all he could see was an infinite void, no form of hope in sight, and in the middle of that void was a figure, a demon; it was Prince James. He seemed to be a demon from hell as he tortured Will's soul until he was only conscious from his pure will alone, but it wouldn't last long. His infinite hope had almost run out.
Just after he lost consciousness, Prince James heard a young girl's voice scream "Stop it!" just after Will finally passed out, losing all the hope that he had.