Angelus's fondest memories started growing jealous of the space Cassiel was taking in his mind. He couldn't find the gap between where his soul ended and where his desires for his shapeshifter began.
Every dream he designed in his head had a place for Cassiel in them. In the short span that they were acquainted, the male swept him off his feet.
Angelus's chaos and melodies danced together so beautifully. Like the sultry scent of jasmine on a rainy day.
"You lost the one you love. Aren't you a little depressed about that?"
"Why should I be?" Angelus inquired, "I lost someone who never loved me and he lost someone who loved and cared for him."
Angelus searched his soul for any love left for Gael, to no avail, the man insulted his feelings and chose his sister over him. Angelus loathed the fact that he easily gave his heart to a man who couldn't be made to care for him.
"I must admit that you're becoming more mature by the day," Captain Davon admitted proudly.
The old prince would've moved heaven and earth to be with Gael. Without mercy to the people standing in his way, his sister included.
"I don't know about being mature, Davon. Everything I've endured is turning my heart to stone, the line between right and wrong is blurring in my mind," Angelus said, admitting a truth he knew too well in his heart.
His mind and heart were blinded by his anger and hatred for his enemies. It gave no room to spare those who were innocent and wished him no harm.
Prince Angelus was aware of the lines he'd crossed with the attack on the city. The countless people whose blood mopped the soil of his motherland on that fateful day because of him. His hands were indirectly stained with the blood of his people and he couldn't muster any remorse for his actions.
"I think you're hurt and you don't know what to do with that pain. I pray you don't let it drive you to the wrong path..."
"Too late," Prince Angelus snapped. "I'm already on the wrong path and I have no intentions of turning back. If war is what the king wants in order for him to hear me, then I'll give him one like he's never seen before," he added.
Captain Davon left, hastily in a quest to find the queen and warn her of prince Angelus. He feared for the fate of Sevigoria and hated the idea of underestimating the prince and not burning it down in anger.
Davon hoped Queen Rosalyn would be able to sway Angelus's dangerous demons from destroying the kingdom.
Prince Angelus watched him leave with a distant look in his eyes. His fun had only began, there was so many ways for him to be wicked. The days of him sitting in silence as those around him oppressed him were over.
"I seek an audience with the king!" he declared.
The guards approached his cell to attend to his request. "Why do you wish to see the king?"
"To beg for mercy and try to persuade him to forgive me and my mother," he said.
The guards opened the doors to the cell; the king had ordered them to bring the prince to him the moment he decided to plead for his life, and they obeyed the king's orders.
They chained his hands and feet and guarded him as they escorted him to the palace. They stood alert in case Angelus tried to escape; to their surprise, the prince gave them no hard time. He walked where he was told to and at a speed instructed upon him.
"Prince Angelus Tiberius Rathmore of Sevigoria," the page announced his arrival at the throne room.
Angelus through the huge golden doors of the throne room. He entered the throne room in cuffs like a criminal.
King Edmund straightened his back and held his head up high. Waiting to hear him beg for his mercy, to be spared from the trial. He expected Prince Angelus to whimper like a scared puppy and plead at his feet.
"Have you regretted your decision yet?" Angelus asked.
"Excuse me?" King Edmund begged his pardon. He didn't understand what Angelus insinuated with his words and confident smirk.
"You'll great his majesty before you speak. Have you no manners, child!" the royal advisor scolded.
"I don't want to greet him," Angelus said blatantly.
"You..."
"Will you understand me better once I run this city to the ground?" Angelus ignored the royal advisor and addressed his father. "It won't take much effort to do that with the state the city is already in."
"What do you know of the condition of the city?"
"I know that I ordered my fleet of twenty thousand men to cause havoc in the city and leave it in shambles," he admitted to the king.
Everyone was taken aback by his confident claim. He took credit for the chaos in the city and spared them the headache of searching.
"Be careful, boy. You're playing with fire," King Edmund warned.
"I told you before and I'll repeat it once more. You're threats sound like a dying goose's last cries," he spoke up in mockery to his father. "You're the one who's playing a dangerous game without so much a glimpse into the rule book. Now, do I have your attention?"
Prince Angelus stared at the faces around the throne room; the people in the room had broken his heart, burnt his dream, and crashed his soul. They thought they had defeated him and they couldn't be more wrong.
"Didn't I tell you that I'll change the way the story is told? You should've listened," he said.
King Edmund stared into Angelus's cold, lifeless eyes. He clawed his nails into the arm of his chair to hide the shiver that ran down his body.
His son turned out to be scarier than his wife. The darkness in his eyes took years to groom and he failed to register it as he never cared for him.
"I'll release your city once my conditions are met. Why don't you get a pen? It's a long list," Angelus said; the color had risen in his fair face, and his hazel eyes glittered with a ferocity that wasn't at all like him.
He was all commando at this moment, his emotions closer to the surface than he ever usually allowed. His heart flamed at everything he'd endured at the hands of his father.
"You are responsible for this mess, boy?"
"It's all me," Prince Angelus boldly claimed to the king, his council, and General Zard.
His actions were transparently a sin towards the kingdom but there was no remorse in Angelus's eyes.
"The people in this room are to blame. You took to a vote to crown Augustus as the grand prince and the next king of Sevigoria," Prince Angelus brought his knowledge of their conspiracies to light. The men around the room cast their heads down and avoided meeting his eyes. "I am the rightful heir to my father's throne. Believe me when I say that I'd rather burn this kingdom to the ground than see another inherit what's mine."