In an unknown place.
In a room of 50 square feet. A man sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, wearing a blood red blazer, a black shirt with the top four buttons unbuttoned, and black trousers. He had red hair, crimson red eyes, and sharp facial features, with a leisure, ominous grin on his face.
DRIP (3x)
Something bright red dripped from the cuffs of his blazer. Below his chair-like throne was a puddle of blood that rippled from the blood droplets dripping from his blazer.
"Hmm~" He hummed before raising his right arm and resting his right elbow on the armrest, with his head resting on his right fist.
On the table in front of him was a chess board with 8 black pawns and no soldiers on the opponent's side and 13 white pawns and 5 soldiers on his side.
White pawns had three of their soldiers taken away, the White's right Bishop had moved and was aiming at the Black's Queen, the White's right Rook was also ready to strike at the Black's Queen from the front, and the White's left knight had moved and was now aiming at the Black's Bishop next to its Queen.
The Black's King now had to decide whether to lose both or save one of the two, and the Black's King only had two chances to move the pawns within the time limit set by the man playing white.
"You will have two choices, from which you will be forced to pick one....." the man mumbled as his grin deepened.
"though..... I will be the one to make a choice..... Whether to let them live or to let you taste despair!!" he roared, his eyes lit with crimson red hue as he glared at the Black's King.
THUMP
WOOOOMMM
A loud sound came from behind him; it was the sound of something heavy being pushed. A woman entered the room through the massive door, which she effortlessly pushed open with her Vampire-y traits, her right palm glowing blood red as she moved forward gracefully before closing the door shut behind her.
WUUUOOMMM
THUMP
She had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a smooth facial feature. She waved her hand in front of her, and the casual baggy clothes she was wearing transformed into a thin layer of white cloth, revealing her smooth and perfect curves. She walked with elegance and grace towards the man before bowing as she appeared next to him, revealing her bosom.
"Your majesty Azazel." She said in sweet voice while her cheeks had turned red due to her delightful expression.
"You are here, Mairéad." Azazel glanced to at her and raised his arm, inviting her to join.
"Haa..." Mairéad sighed in delight as she walked and sat on his lap.
"Is everything ready?" Azazel hugged her from behind before biting her neck.
"Ah." A moan escaped Mairéad's mouth before she could even answer, her eyes rolled back while face twisted in delight.
*
"Haaa..." she sighed in delight as she slumped back on Azazel's chest.
"..... Y-yes, Your majesty Azazel." She abruptly sat up straight and answered but her face still displayed delight as bit her lower lip sensually.
"Good, two plans are in motion at the same time, so being extra careful won't hurt." Azazel spoke in solemn voice but his face, too, was filled with pleasure at his thoughts.
'Hahaha, how delightful it would be! To see you being broken into pieces!!!' Azazel shivered in delight while clenching her tightly from behind.
"Ah, your majesty!" Mairéad exclaimed in delight rather than agony. Her upper body had turned red from the force with which Azazel was clenching her; if he slightly increased his force, her body would simply explode.
"Hahahaha!!" Azazel laughed maniacally.
"Though, two plans failed because of 'him,' it won't be much of a problem now...." Azazel mumbled with a delightful expression.
"Your majesty, Kensa Bishop has taken the command as his 'pawns' are moving and almost all of his pawns are at the 'puppeteer' rank, hence, this time your plan will take the first step before taking the second, just the moment later." Mairéad said while staring at the chess board before her.
"Yes, the plan we devised a year ago is finally coming to fruition, and..." Azazel said and glanced at chess board.
".... it will end before 'he' even knows what's going on." Azazel grinned widely as he imagined 'his' face of despair.
"Does your majesty think he will come?" Mairéad asked while her eyes moved towards the Black's King which sent shivers down her spine as she imagined 'his' glare which was aimed at her even though she was perfectly hidden, at that time.
"Hahaha, he'll definitely come and if I'm right.... he'll come before we take any more steps after the completion of this plan." Azazel said with a resolute tone while his grin flattered for a moment when he remembered 'him.'
'This time, I'll go all out, from the start, let's see if you can handle it!' Azazel glared at the Black's King.
"I wish I could be there to look at the despair in his eyes while I complete the 'master's' plan." Azazel said with a dejected tone but his face was filled with delight just from his imagination.
"Hehehehehahahahaha!" he laughed menacingly which caused the room to tremble while Mairéad, too, joined his laughter as 'he' had naturally become her enemy because of the White's King she served.....
***
In an unknown place.
In the subterranean facility. A man with unkempt dark green hair, grey cat eyes and sharp facial features looked around the armoury. It had many different types of weapons hung on the wall, swords, spears, shields, axes, hammers, bows, daggers and gauntlets.
The man was checking out the daggers, with its tip pressed against his left index finger, he stared at the orange striped dagger with a satisfied smile.
WHOOSH
He held the dagger's grip with his right index and thumb finger, dropped it and clenched it strongly before swinging around.
SWISH (7x)
He slashed and stabbed as if there was a human body in front of him. He slashed each shoulder three times diagonally, once vertically, and once horizontally before stabbing the heart, twisting and pulling it out. He nodded his head in satisfaction as he imagined all the spurting blood as he stabbed.
"I'll be taking this, Louie." He said.
"Crazy basta*d! Test it in the sparring room!" Louie snarled at Henry while holding his shield to guard himself.