Sight of Destruction [Hahvoc + Goaty]

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

For miles around, screams of the dying, cackles of the billowing fires, and the clash of sword against sword could be heard as the Prince General's army decimated another village to bring into the fold of the king. Resistance had been futile and the villagers, though well trained, had been severely outnumbered and overwhelmed. The cries and occasional crashes lingered in the ears of the survivors that were taken in as Spoils of War. Mostly women were grabbed, their bodies practically on display through what little remained of their once modest clothing. They were taken away for more appropriate things that clothing would not hinder. But they were not the only ones to be taken hostage-whether against their will or not. Amongst the other prisoners were men to either be executed or drafted into the army for their heroics in battle against their foe.

Chrysander looked amongst his spoils, grinning like a cat with all the cream as he examined every woman and every man brought into the camp as he listened for the last sounds that signaled the destruction of the village. He was quite pleased that the raid on gone so well and that so many were kept alive to be placed into his vast army. And there was one man in particular that he was intently waiting to see. His soldiers had claimed to have found a man who was a Seer. Seers were both renowned and distrusted, their power once great but now feared and distasteful. Most were charlatans and ignored, but some were born with the Power that had been passed on from Apollo to Cassandra. But they also bore the Curse to never be believed or be blind, or both, as the case sometimes was. Chrys was very interested in seeing this individual, mostly to tear him or her apart and destroy them into being nothing more than pretty little toys for him to pass the time with.

As he moved back to his chair, lavishly decorated with his family's crest, he motioned for his soldiers to bring the prisoner forward to be judged and his or her worth set forth. Besides, maybe Chrys would have fun with this one. He waited patiently, excitement licking at his heels as he leaned in his chair, green eyes cold and heartless. As his name suggested, he was blessed with golden hair and golden brown skin from being out in the sun. He had a physique that was considered Perfection by the Greeks of which he was born. And he flaunted it like the prince he was. After all, what else was a prince to do besides be domineering and spectacular at everything he did? Crossing his booted feet at the ankles, he waited in his tent for his prize.​

 

[Ilovegoatse]

Why hadn't his family believed him, why did everyone scoff at him? Cyril had warned them time and time again, trying to tell them that they would be attacked. But as his curse had dictated, not a single person had believed him. Not even his parents had believed him. It was obvious that from the very beginning they thought he was mad. It wasn't his fault that he was cursed in such a way though, to be able to see what horrible things would happen and not have a person believe him. For, his mother had an affair with a different man while she was with his father. Though he didn't know who this man was, he knew that the gods decided to punish her by giving her a son that would shame her. However, it was truly the son that was cursed. He was kept away, hidden mostly. Occasionally his outbursts would be heard by all, but then he would be dragged back to the silence of his own home, ridiculed.

When this most recent attack had occurred, he had managed to hide away. Only when he was sure the conflict was over he made himself known. It was remarkable how pale he was amongst the other citizens, showing he hadn't a hard day of work outside in his whole life. It was rather difficult to do that when you were cooped up at all times. The blond with curled hair was at least relieved to find that the soldiers entertained the idea that he could be telling the truth of being a Seer. It was much better than being flat-out rebuffed and murdered. Though there was always the chance that Prince Chrysander would also be more than eager to murder him though, and this thought chilled him to the bone.

Those pale blue eyes looked up to the prince as he trembled slightly, trying to hide the fear in his eyes. His own future was sometimes hard to see, and so he wasn't sure of what the outcome of this meeting would be. "My... lord." He spoke softly, nervous as the well-built soldiers held him quite still. " Prince Chrysander, I wanted to prove my gift to you, I wanted to show you that it was no lie. Test me, I shall show you that I can predict anything, that I have the ability to look into the future. I have the ability to tell you all that you shall need in these upcoming battles. Perhaps if you know fate, you shall be able to prevent it. Maybe you could use my help to win those battles in the future, and you can know precisely when someone will betray you."

Every word was spoken with a pang of disgust deep in his own stomach. He was betraying his own people, he was betraying everything he knew and loved. For even if he was hidden away, he was still allowed to make friends, it's just at home it was easier to control his outbursts. Cyril's life wasn't particularly horrible before this point, so he couldn't say that he was unhappy. But, now he would have to settle with what he could get... this handsome prince.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Chrysander smiled with amusement as the Seer humbled himself before him, practically begging with his life. It pleased him deeply to see the pale beauty thus presented to him. Though the boy was pale and needed some exercise, he was a delicate beauty. He wasn't feminine, but had a slight figure that Chrysander wouldn't mind getting a better look at in a more private setting. Especially if he could gain something from the other man. Everything was a game to the prince, including the lives of others. His amusement ran deep as he stood and stalked towards the Seer, taking his chin in his palm and forcing him to look up at him.

"First, I would know your name and see if you have earned it falling from mine lips. And I shall test you, whether you had begged me to or not. I am curious to know how a Seer like you survived for so long without being mutilated. I would see you tell me the fate of mine sister, Andromeda, who is heavy with child. Will she survive or perish? Or will the unborn child perish along with her? I recommend you answer wisely, Seer, for I can be..most cruel."

And cruelty then lit his smile and his eyes from the inside, that coldness taking over his composure once more as he held the Seer captive. The man had smooth skin from what he touched, and he wanted to touch more but being patient had it's benetfits and he planned to reap them all when the time came. With a dark chuckle, he added,

"But perhaps that is too much for you, Seer. Maybe a simpler question will do. Shall my army continue or be wiped from his earth to be reunited in Paradise?"​

 

[Ilovegoatse]

Trying to pull back as he was forced to look up, those pale blue eyes were wide with fear and anticipation. "My name is Cyril." He replied quickly, knowing that the man who grasped him was so strong from this singular touch. The young male knew he would never be able to fight the prince, and he never would be able to battle him. He knew that his life was hanging in the balance of this moment, and if he didn't look carefully enough into the future, it could be his own life that was taken quite soon. The threat even sent chills down his spine as he thought over the question, concentrating carefully. What images that flashed through his mind had caused him to nearly faint though, knowing he would have to deliver horrible news once more in life.

"S.. she.. She will live." He sputtered, averting the man's gaze, "She shall go mad with grief, her child shall be born dead. Your sister will never hear a single cry from her child, she will never know it's tender love, nor shall she know the warm feeling of holding her own babe. No, she shall realize it is dead when it is born." Biting his lip, he was wondering if those simple words alone would be offensive. But he couldn't help it, he couldn't lie about what he had seen, he had to tell the truth. This was yet another burden, knowing that if he had seen something horrible, he wouldn't be able to lie to make one feel better about the future. No, the cruel truth would always have to be revealed.

"Your army shall be wiped out in time. You shall be the only one surviving... But, it will come at the cost of your people, and your men. They shall be in paradise long before you." He added, regretting even allowing himself to be revealed to the soldiers so that he was dragged to the prince. This all seemed like such a terrible idea when he was saying such horrible things, and revealing such horrible truths. "However, I will only tell you so much of the future at once... how can I guarantee you won't slaughter me when you have all the information you need?"

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"You are lucky I don't cut out your eyes, Cyril."

Chrysander said coldly, his pupils having dilated down to pinpricks. Every sentence had been like a crushing weight on his shoulders and a stab to his heart. Despite the distance between he and his sister, they were all each other had since their father would rather dabble with whores and of course, rule over his people. They couldn't blame him for the latter, but the former was what had been part of their neglect. Regardless of all that, he certainly didn't want to see his elder sister in pain and that kind of suffering was a terrible burden indeed. His eyes had misted slightly as he thought of his poor nephew or even future niece not being even alive when born. His sister complained of occasional aches and he wondered if it was because the babe was slowly dying. It was terrible news, and hit his heart hard, but the rest of the news had sparked his anger.

His army would perish before he did? Despite that he was self-centered, cruel, and pompous, he would never let his army die before him. He wanted the glory, but he wanted them to bear the legacy of being Greece's finest. He let go of Cyril and was neigh beyond tempted to knock him one good, but he refrained and ordered his soldiers not to hurt the Seer. They didn't believe the male in their captivity, but for some reason unbeknown to Chrysander, he believed the words that had been spoken to him. Every word had held a certain weight of truth that he hadn't been able to ignore, no matter how much he wanted to disbelieve him. Still, he couldn't say as much in front of his men.

"Leave us. I would talk to the Seer alone."

At his men's protests, he silenced them with a sweep of his arm and a cruel grin.

"Do not worry. Seers are liars, after all."​

 

[Ilovegoatse]

Cyril had flinched at this threat, knowing just as well the man could mutilate him. Unfortunately, Seers were blamed for what was predicted, though it was completely out of their hands what happened. They didn't control the future, they didn't control what happened, they just simply told everyone else. This would leave them to be ignored, or attacked for saying such horrible things would happen. Perhaps it was best the young man's parents kept him hidden away, even though he had wanted to live freely more than anything. Living freely would've meant that he probably wouldn't have anything right now. Not his vision, not his livelihood, and probably not his life to begin with. "My Lord, please. I don't pick out these things to happen, I don't want your sister to go mad with grief! You asked me a question, I have to tell you what I see! I can't lie to you, I can't make up something like this. What would I gain from insulting you?"

Fear was wide in his eyes as the other had let go of him. He wondered if he would be dragged off to his death this very instant, and if that was how he was going to perish, despite the fact that he tried so hard to survive the raid on his own home. However, when the men were waved off he had looked even more worried, wondering what was going to happen to him. The words pierced his hope quickly as he realized that the man didn't believe him. Or at least his words sounded as though he didn't believe him. "No..." Cyril whispered, practically mouthing those words as he watched the other men go. What did this mean? Would he be executed right no?

"I'm not lying!" He cried out suddenly, those blue eyes widening in fear. "I'm not lying, I promise you I'm not lying!" Growing hysterical, he was about ready to try to leave and run away. Even though he wouldn't have been able to get far, he would've wanted to give himself a fighting chance. At least now he was waiting to hear if the man would try to chop his head off of not.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"Silence your tongue and sit down."

He tone brokered no argument as he watched his men leave, chuckling to themselves, thinking that their Prince General would slay the man. But he wouldn't. Something stayed his hand as he watched the man flounder, begging for his life and to be believed. Chrys didn't know why he believed the Seer, but something told him to take heed and believe this man. Unbeknown to him, a woman in his family line had been seduced by a god- Apollo himself. And the sons that had resulted from the god's bloodline were to believe in Seers while the daughters were usually gifted with the curse themselves. But the gift had skipped his sister, though she had sharper intuition than most which frightened and amused the men of their time. An intelligent woman was rarely believed to be so smart, as their culture depicted them as the weaker sex in everything except child-bearing and rearing.

As he stood and watched Cyril, he wondered what he was to do with the man. He couldn't kill him and he couldn't simply throw him out on his arse either. He would be killed by his men for they would think his life had been forfeited to them. Rubbing his clean-shaven chin, he sat in his chair and pondered what he was to do. Perhaps he could keep the man at his side like a crystal ball- a tool to be used to predict outcomes of battles and perhaps change them. The future wasn't set in stone so perhaps with the Seer at his side, he could keep his men alive and his sister from going insane. As he pondered it, he knew he might not be able to save his sister's sanity unless he could swap the dead baby with a newborn. But none of the workers kept in the palace were heavy with child and despite his cold-heartedness, he couldn't steal a child. Combing his fingers through his hair, he tried to think of what he might do for his sister. It was her first child and her husband had sadly died of an illness just shortly after the conception. What was he to do?

"What am I to do?"

He asked suddenly, though so quietly he didn't know he had said the words aloud.​

 

[Ilovegoatse]

The Seer had quickly scrambled to a nearby seat, quietly fidgeting. He wasn't sure what he could do to keep the man happy, if there was any possible way. Having to be quiet now, he wasn't sure what he could do to please him in the meantime. All he could do was sit and think, and hope that he was credible enough to keep his own life for now. Looking to the exit of the tent, he knew running would result in his death, and he knew if he tried to reason with the man, he would probably be mutilated for speaking when told to be quiet. If he had stayed by this man's side and aided him in battle, he was helping the enemy that hurt his family and his people. Then who was the monster in this situation? Sighing softly, he had leaned forward in his seat, hoping that his fate wouldn't be so horribly cruel, and that he would make it out of this alive.

When he had heard that question, the blond replied softly, "You could soothe her and take care of her while you have the chance. Prepare her for the possibility that the child might not make it, she may be able to avoid insanity if she is told in advanced that it wouldn't be her fault... it won't be effective if she is told after the babe is dead that it isn't her fault." Worried that he would be scolded for his words, he also couldn't help but continue, "If you reassure her, and get her to stay off her feet and relax, she will assume there was nothing she could do. If she stays on her feet and moving around, your sister will assume that she over-stressed herself, and that she could've avoided this tragedy."

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

When Cyril began to speak, only then did he realize the Seer probably thought the question had been directed at him. He heard him go on and found himself listening, taking heed to the advice. After all, he couldn't protect her any better than having her know it wouldn't be her fault and hopefully save her from her madness. She was a strong woman but this could destroy the fiber of her being. She desperately wanted to be a mother and keep what was left of her husband, and with this kind of news, it would change her into a stranger-and a crazy one at that.

"Perhaps...you are correct."

He said, though some doubt leaked into his voice. He knew nothing of children or how to take care of them or even how to prevent such tragedies such as this. But he would also seek a physician to see what type of advice the man of their house would give, along with the midwife that was to take care of his sister during her time of need. He wanted confirmation on such things, because if the baby was born still-born, he wanted to be sure everything had been done which would have kept a living baby alive. He rubbed his temples before he drank some wine from the goblet beside him. Glancing at Cyril, he wondered if the man thought he was betraying his village to a monster. At the thought, he had to grin. Monster indeed he was, but it made him great.

"Tell me, Cyril. Should I kill you or keep you alive as my personal prisoner?"​

 

[Ilovegoatse]

The young blond had quietly waited, wondering what his fate would be. This was terrifying, he wondered if any of his words had insulted the obviously more powerful man. He didn't want to suffer a painful death because his prediction would be wrong, but he didn't want the man's sister to be in such pain either. "You do not have to heed my advice, it is just a suggestion. I know nothing of child rearing, I just know that doing something to help her prepare would be more helpful than not doing anything at all." Biting his lip, he had looked to the exit of the tent, wondering if he was going to be killed or painfully tortured.

"I don't want to die." He replied, quietly. "I don't know what you mean by personal prisoner... but I don't want to die either." Looking quite worried, he was a bit concerned of what this 'personal prisoner' role meant. "I just want to survive this, I don't want to work in a labor camp, I don't want to be forced to kill my friends and family."

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"I will take your words into account. Who knows, maybe a Seer knows more about child birth than I for I know hardly a thing."

A grin changed his face to almost boyishly handsome before that coldness and cunning seeped back in. He rarely showed that he wasn't ruthless or manipulative. Not unless around his sister and perhaps a lover that he favored for awhile. His mother was dead and buried. He didn't know much kindness otherwise. Regarding the Seer, he noticed how Cyril didn't exactly beg for his life but he was sort of asking to be able to keep it. He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the roof of the tent, stroking his chin and contemplating what to do. He wasn't above making a man kill his family if it served a purpose, but alas, it wouldn't serve a purpose in this case.

"I will allow your family to live if you swear loyalty to me and servitude. And if you do, your family will be provided for until death and beyond, if you so choose. However, if you refuse...well, I do enjoy games."

The vagueness of his last statement had a bone-deep chill to it, especially with how he turned his eyes back to Cyril with a sickly grin. If he didn't grin like a madman so much, perhaps he would have been seen as beautiful, but his cruelty would never fully leave his movements. His family situation had cultured it within him.​

 

[Ilovegoatse]

At the offer, the young man had instantly jumped to the opportunity. “Of course, yes! I will serve you no matter what, I shall honor you above all else. Please just don’t hurt my family, they deserve to be happy for the rest of their days, not starved or kept miserable.” It appeared as though he finally made the decision to abandon his people in favor of this man.. Though the reason wasn’t truly having favor over this man at all, it was just the convenience of the matter. If he served him and did well, his family could benefit from it. However, if he ignored this offer and acted rebellious, nothing could be gained from it.

“I promise I shall not disappoint you. Not one of my predictions has been false. If you can change your destiny and respond to the situation in a way that will ensure your victory, then that is wonderful. Hopefully you can manage time and you can manage ways to escape from some of these paths.” Though deep inside he still hated this man for imprisoning his family and for destroying his home, he really had no choice in the matter. It was either do this or die.

“What shall you have me do first? Or better yet… what is your next plan of action? Shall we continue on this journey, or shall we go to your home?” Cyril was curious, as he had never seen a place filled with refinery, and he also wasn’t looking forward to staying in the area in which he lost everything.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"Yes, yes, I understand. Your grovelling is getting to be an annoyance. We won't be staying here for much longer, probably two days at most before we head back to the capital."

However, the corner of his lips turned up in what could only be amusement. Yes, he was going to enjoy his time with Cyril, especially torturing the poor man. He soon stood up and moved over to Cyril and gently- well a little more gently than he normally was- and pushed Cyril onto his back. It didn't take long before Chrysander straddled the man's waist and had him pinned beneath him. He wasn't going to do anything sexual-though it did cross his mind and he was straddling the Seer- but it didn't cross his mind to do anything other than have a little fun.

"Well, Cyril. When we get to the palace will you want your own room or to share one with myself?"

He grinned, wondering what the answer might be. He did enjoy making people squirm-especially ones he would have the pleasure of breaking in with his merciless teasings.​

 

[Ilovegoatse]

Two more days of tolerating the plunder of his own home? Well, it wasn't as bad as it could've been. After all, he could've had to endure years of looking at his home, or even weeks. Either way, a few days just seemed like a blessing compared to what time he could've spent there. Finally breathing a soft sigh of relief, it was clear he wasn't prepared for what came next.

As he was so quickly approached, he tried to get away. However, it wasn't long before he was on the ground, with the larger more muscular man atop him. Starting to panic, his eyes had grown quite wide with anticipation. Hardly having any physical contact before this, he wasn't prepared in the least to be straddled in such a matter. "I want to stay in my own room!" Cyril quickly blurted, weakly trying to push Chrysander off of him. "My own room will be more than enough, I do not desire to share a bed with you, that is a job for a wife. And I do not desire that position. I merely want to be your own seer!"

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Chrysander laughed-really laughed- when Cyril tried to shove him off and gave a slew of reasons why he should indeed have his own room. It was too much and Chrys got off the poor boy to hold his stomach before he put that amused grin back on his face. He didn't help the Seer to his feet, but he didn't really have to. The man could certainly do it himself. He chuckled darkly as he looked over Cyril, flushed and angered. It was dreadfully attractive. But he would control himself-perhaps he would even make Cyril beg for him in time.

"Ah...beds are only for wives? Tsk, tsk, Cyril. That seems rather ignorant of you to suggest. Have you even been touched by a woman?"

His grin grew more wicked as he waited patiently for him to get up so he may torture the poor man more. He did enjoy watching the display of emotions that cross Cyril's pretty face. He waited until the Seer was standing before he backed the man against the wall, not yet touching him but completely crowding him. Still grinning almost like a mad man, he asked,

"Have you even been kissed, young Seer?"​

 

[Ilovegoatse]

The Seer couldn't help but be offended as the other male laughed, growing rather flustered and upset with him. "Stop laughing at me like that." He weakly defended himself, glaring at him as if he was trying to kill him with a simple gaze alone. Getting up off of the floor, Cyril was surprised that Chrysander was already backing him into an inescapable corner. Even without the man touching him, he was getting rather anxious. "It's the truth, my parents shared a bed and I have never seen my father share a bed with anyone else." This truly was ignorance, as he hadn't been exposed to the outside world.

"No I haven't!" He blurted out, quickly covering his mouth and becoming rather flustered. Leaning back against the wall of the tent, he could feel the other so close to him. The body heat being enough to cause a fine blush that grew rather visible as the moments went on. It was the truth though, he hadn't been around anyone (man or woman) long enough to feel such vulnerability and allow such a thing.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"Then perhaps I should break you of your ignorance. Since you haven't been touched at all..."

He murmured, reaching out a hand to slide up the Seer's chest. He could see the blush on the other man's face that marked he was anxious and flustered. With that same grin that seemed more condescending now, Chrysander leaned in and pressed his hips against the Seer, making sure the boy felt everything that Chrys had to offer. He used his free hand to grab a handful of Cyril's hair and tip his head up. He let his grin fade into a lusty smirk.

"How's that feel, hm, my young Seer?"

The Prince was enjoying his new play toy, even though there was some pressing work to be finished. But he had some time to play with Cyril. He knew his soldiers wouldn't come sniffing around until he said for them to start packing up the heavier stuff which took longer than everything else. His eyes burned with a low heat as he watched the emotion play across the young and inexperienced Seer's face.​

 

[Ilovegoatse]

Oh he really didn't like the sound of that. Starting to back away a bit, Cyril was now pressed even closer to the wall of the tent. It seemed no matter how far he tried to move though, the man wasn't letting him go anywhere. "My... lord." He whispered, those innocent eyes looking up to him with utter confusion and fear, "Please, stop this right now." Trying to push that hand away with his own, the power of the other man started to get him rather flustered. After all, Chrysander was a man to be reckoned with. That muscular frame and sheer energy, hear, and confidence emanating from him hadn't helped either.

As that body moved closer to him, he could feel the man's rather 'gifted' trait press quite close to him, making him visibly try to flinch away. Despite his hair being pulled so that he had to look up, he still had wanted to look away, to escape. But in the back of his mind, those devilish flickers of lust were being awakened for the first time. This was clearly shown by his arousal that had come from such close contact and seductive warm honey whispers.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"You didn't answer my question...How does it feel?"

He prodded, feeling the young man respond to him physically. But it was more satisfying to hear him say it, rather than just feel it. He pressed a bit closer and blew a breath on the Seer's neck and ear, knowing it would cause some reaction. He wanted him to tell of every little detail, no matter how embarrassed he may feel. Chrysander was like that, making his toys dance and do what he wanted. But he couldn't push Cyril too far or the man might refuse to talk at all which wouldn't be helpful. He moved his face so that it was very close to Cyril's, almost close enough to kiss with a simple head-tilt. He knew that Cyril was pretty much as pure as a child and it made the game that much more fun. A grown man who had gone untouched was someone that Chrysander just had to tease, taste, and break to his will. He didn't want to break Cyril like the others, he just wanted to completely take Cyril's purity.​

 

[Ilovegoatse]

A shiver climbed up his spine as he felt the warm breath of that strong man upon him. "I don't like this..." He admitted, though his body was growing quite responsive to this rather late sexual awakening. "My body's acting strange... I don't like that either, but at the same time I'm aroused. I hate this." Trying to push away once more, he obviously didn't want to go for this quite yet. "This wasn't part of our deal. I predict the future... and you try to prevent it. I get my room alone, you don't touch me." Moving his hands up defensively, he had actually pushed his palms against Chrysander's face when it had gotten to close. Glaring up at the military leader, he continued, "You're making me miserable by torturing me like this. You made a promise, and I didn't do anything wrong." Still rather red in the cheeks, the young male could feel his heartbeat quickening up, making it difficult for him to breathe now. It seemed as though panic was finally setting in, and he was realizing that this man could overpower him at any moment.

"I'm going to hit that sensitive spot you keep brushing against me if you don't back off." He mumbled, looking quite upset.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"Nothing in the deal said I couldn't touch you in any way I wished other than killing you. You do get your spare room, but who is to say I have to leave you utterly alone? But for now, I will heed your wishes."

He felt the palms press against his face and he took that as a backing off point. He eased off Cyril, but he kept close, crowding his space for a moment longer before backing up. He had heard the change in the man's breathing and that usually led to panic strikes, and he didn't need his Seer suffering one of those right now. He grinned devilishly as he grabbed Cyril's chin and pulled the boy close.

"The only way you'll hit that sensitive area is by having me between your thighs. You have to grow up some time, Cyril. I can be gentle if you begged me enough."

He chuckled as he let go and turned away, wondering what he could do to sate his growing arousal. He couldn't very well force Cyril into that without getting his member bitten off and so he thought of a whore or two that would do the job for him. Combing his fingers through his hair, he sat down and motioned to Cyril to get one of the guards.

"Get one of the guards. I'll have him escort you to your temporary housing."​

 

[Ilovegoatse]

"No, I want you to heed my wishes at all times. I will not go ignored when you killed my people and forced them into slavery! I will not... pleasure you in the ways you desire. I don't want to. I haven't done it for anyone else, so why would I do it for a man like you? A man who ruined everything in my life?" Growing quite angry, he had started to look insulted at that remark, as well as completely embarrassed. "I don't know what you mean by that... between my thighs. I do not want anything to do with it though, I know you want to put your sex near me, and I won't allow it!" If only Cyril had a family who would've explained such mechanics to him. Unfortunately, his parents assumed he would die young from his ability being overheard, and so they hadn't taken such liberties. They also figured the less he knew about sex and love, the less likely he'd chase after anyone.

Rushing off quickly, the young man called for a guard, begging to be escorted out of the tent. He had eagerly followed the man, and was soon placed into a small tent with a single bed. It was modest, but also very well guarded. It was clear this room was kept for any form of important guests... or important prisoners. The blonde did not feel as privileged as he should have felt for some 'odd' reason. Curling up upon his bed, the young Seer eventually fell asleep, a restless nap a head of him."

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Chrysander laughed until the young Seer had gotten the guard and vacated his presence. After moment, the young general pulled himself together and called another of the guards in to talk about plans to move out. He wanted things to move quickly as a large army being idle was bad news for everyone. He ordered that the heavier equipment be loaded up as soon as possible and as quickly as possible. He also ordered for the man to bring him a woman. Chrys set about organizing things in his headquarters, since everything needed to be perfect and he had a case of OCD when he was idle. The woman was soon thrust into his makeshift chambers and stood proud, though her face was tear-streaked. She was a pretty little thing and seemed unafraid of the general and Chrys found that appealing. He beckoned her over and she stubbornly refused before marching over of her own will. It didn't take very long for the prince to work out all his frustrations and leave a satisfied and sleeping woman in his bed. He hardly slept with his partners after the fun, but she had already fallen asleep and he didn't feel like waking her. Curling her up against his body for extra warmth, he too soon fell asleep to the sound of gentle breathing and soldiers barking out orders to be followed.

The next morning he woke early and found the woman gone. He was rather surprised but it didn't bother him much as he got his clothes and equipment on. Nothing had been taken from him and the guard soon slipped in to inform him that she had gone to take a bath and get her breakfast amongst other little small things that she needed to get done. He nodded to the captain and asked about Cyril and when he would be receiving his own breakfast. The captain answered him on both accounts and was soon dismissed while Chrys went out for half the day to observe and help with the organization of getting the army moving.​

 

[Ilovegoatse]

Cyril had of course woken up in the wee hours of the morning, the look on his face an exhausted one. The young male couldn't sleep at all, and he was just growing more and more anxious as time went on. Being alone in this tent made him wonder how well guarded it really was. What if one of the guards decided to take him to Chrysander in the middle of the night? What if Chrysander came into his tent of his own free will? Those threats were horrible, and he didn't like the idea of being violated and having his innocence stolen from a man he had hated so much. Starting to grow rather frustrated, he had walked around his small make-shift room rather anxiously. "When will he be here?" He whispered, those eyes narrowing at the entrance of the tent.

When his food had arrived, the young male thanked the guard and started to quickly eat. He knew he couldn't afford to be picky with food. He was hungry, and he didn't know the next time he would be fed something. The young Seer also wasn't looking forward to walking with the slaves and prisoners of war while they traveled. He was really hoping that he wouldn't have to walk the whole way... but if he was walking with the rest of them, he might be able to duck through the crowds and escape Chrysander's grasp. But what of his family then? If he went missing, they would certainly be tortured. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Chrysander wouldn't have to make any effort to figure out who Cyril's family was. He could just simply threaten some people and everything would work out perfectly for the monster.

Sitting on his bed now, he had started to separate some of the cloth that divided him from everyone else. He could see all the people struggle to work and struggle to make it back to their own prisons. It looked absolutely horrible, seeing the people he knew in so much pain and begging for death. Women separated from their husbands, men separated from their families. It was just absolutely horrible.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Unbeknown to Cyril, his family had already been found and told the arrangement in only so many words. They were happy to be let go and free of their Seer family member, though a few of them did seem to show some remorse for being let free. But money spoke more loudly than blood ties, it seemed. Chrysander was partially disgusted with them, but that was because he hated how money could so easily manipulate people. Sure, he had all the money a prince could need and more, but since he was pretty much godly, what did he need it for? The only reason he needed it was for his troops to keep on living comfortably and have the best weaponry of their time at their fingertips. He didn't work the prisoners to death, though in some cases he was tempted, but left the hard work to the young and fit, while the elder people did light labor along with the younger generations. He was cruel, but he wasn't that heartless.

As the sun began to set, the work load lightened and the prisoners were allowed to go back to their tents and such to sleep. They were treated better than those capture by the other segments of the army. They should consider themselves lucky that he gave them fair treatment instead of working them into the ground. Soon, Chrysander was on his way to Cyril's little tent, planning on taking him back to his place. They were setting up a temporary tent beside his that was more better suited for the Seer and less cramped. Besides, the two of them needed to...talk.

"Cyril...would you mind stepping out so that I may have a word with you?"

Chrysander's tone was cool and collected, though amusement laced his tone. He wasn't really giving Cyril any options.​