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Sight of Destruction [Hahvoc + Goaty]

Poor Cyril had no idea that he was giving his life for a family who so quickly deserted him when they had the opportunity. He thought that he was making up for the trouble he caused by working for this horrible man, hoping they could have a better life. Maybe one day he could even leave with them and be happier than before with money on their hands. However, they were long gone now, clearly not wanting a single thing to do with him, and not realizing what sacrifice he had made. Cyril hadn't even considered asking to see them, worried that it might make Chrysander angry or something of the sort. So on his niave nature alone, he had trusted a man who had just given his family the chance to abandon him. With fears of seeing that man already looming in his mind as well, this time would certainly be a difficult one. Though Chrysander was attractive and appealing, he also had that disgusting lustful nature that upset Cyril so much. Not only that, but the persistence on taking what innocence he had.

Noticing it was growing dark, the young blond realized that he might be left alone for the night... till he had heard Chrysander outside his tent. Walking out, he instantly blurted out, "My family better be comfortable! If it weren't for that, I would try to kill you now, you monster." Apparently he was quick to anger when seeing the man this time around. Perhaps he was a little more outspoken now that he had the time to stew over what happened all day. "What could you possibly want to talk to me about anyways? I didn't have a single horrible vision all day, there's nothing eventful to tell you."

"Now that you know that, I want to be left alone." He snapped, turning to go back inside his tent.
 
Before he could turn all the way, Chrysander's hand reached out and backhanded him, turning him the rest of the way. There was no way he was going to be spoken to like that without repercussions. Especially in front of his troops. He didn't mind the threats, but Cyril owed him his life and that of his family's life. And to be honest, Chrysander was pissed at how easily his family had been willing to dispose of him. So he decided to stick it to him.

"Your family is comfortable. They had no problem leaving you with me. Hell, Seer, they didn't even ask if you were still breathing nor about what sacrifice you might have made. Now, you are coming to my tent willingly, or I will have my guards escort you over there by force. I expect you in half an hour.."

Chrysander turned on his heels and walked back in the direction of his tent. He felt pity for the boy who knew so little, was so naive. Chrys wanted to break him of it and show him how cruel the world really was and yet how beautiful it really could be. A way of showing such a thing was in his bed, but he was being gentle with his breaking of Cyril. He had patience when he needed it to get him what he wanted, though it took so much for him not to show Cyril how delicious a simple kiss could be. Entering his tent, Chrysander had his men clear out and wait several feet away from his tent. He removed his cloak and shirt, leaving him bare chested. He wiped off the day's grime from his torso as he waited for the Seer.​
 
Clutching his cheek in pain, the young man bit his lip rather hard to keep himself from crying out. The words that followed only amplified the stinging pain that he was going through. "W-what. No, no that can't be true. They weren't supposed to leave me behind! I just wanted them to be taken care of." Frantic now, he quickly spoke, "Where are they going? I want to know where my family is! I don't want to be separated from them!" The panic had seemed to grow worse and worse as the truth was settling in, those blue eyes darting from side to side as his heart was beating faster and faster. Though his questions weren't quite answered, as Chrysander had left him behind.

The half hour that followed was the longest one of his life though. And when it had finally gone by, Cyril rushed over to the tent. When he had arrived, he was instantly chattering, "Please, tell me where they've gone. Are they coming back for me? I thought they were supposed to live close to me in your own home or something! I didn't expect them to leave... can you make them come back? I've never been separated from them before.' The words seemed to be pouring out of his mouth like rushing water, the panic in his eyes emphasizing the pain he was going through at the moment. "My family must've asked if I was okay. My mother and father loved me so dearly, they told me so every single day." Cyril hardly took notice to the fact that his father had dark hair and dark eyes, and his mother a blond with blue eyes. Nor did he take notice to the fact that he was a Seer for a reason, that it wasn't just a random occurrence.

Perhaps he should've realized how hard it was for a man to love something that wasn't his, and for a mother to love a curse. Though he did take notice to the fact that Chrysander was shirtless, and so he had backed away a bit with caution lacing his intentions.
 
Chrysander ignored Cyril as he asked question after question. If anyone else had tried to question his rule, Chrysander would have had them killed. But Cyril was different for some reason. It was probably his ignorance and innocence that kept Chrysander from ruining a fine specimen of their culture. As childish as he still was, Cyril did have some good qualities. Once the questions ceased did Chrysander look back at Cyril.

"Our deal was to make them comfortable. You didn't specify where so I let them stay here. And no, they asked nothing about you. Did you know that your...father is dark haired while you are not? That you look nothing like the other members of your family, except your mother? Do you think that maybe they told you they loved you every day so that perhaps they would actually believe it? I will not spare your feelings, Cyril. You need to grow up and fast or the real world outside your home will destroy you."

Chrysander washed his shoulders and back before he put the sponge down that he was using and started to undo his pants. He wasn't going to strip down completely, but he wanted to be clean, whether Cyril was prepared for some nudity or not. He removed his bracers from his legs and slid his pants down, a strip of cloth hiding his unmentionables and behind. He took the sponge and started working on his thighs as he glanced at Cyril, wondering how the Seer might react to such a display.​
 
"W-what?" He sputtered out, thinking about what Chrysander had just said to them. "No... I'm sure there's a good reason for this. It can't be that my mother... Oh.. Oh no." Pressing his forehead to the palms of his hands, the young male looked to be shaken from this thought, unsure of what he should do or say. "B-but that would mean.. My mother... she must've.. No, no that's not like her, there has to be a good reason why I don't look like them. I know they must love me deep down, it only makes sense. Why would they li-.." As he was throwing out every single question and reason for this to happen, it seemed as though he was slowly realizing the truth. That his family simply didn't care for him because he wasn't theirs to love. Not only that, but his mother had ran off with another man while her husband worked hard to give her a wonderful life. "My mother must have asked something though... she's the one who birthed me, she had to have asked if I was okay." Pleadingly looking to the prince, he was hoping that some sort of relief would come from him.

Quickly noticing that the male before him was getting naked, he had started to cover his eyes a bit, getting rather flustered. "Is this why you made me come so soon, so that I could see your nudity?" Looking rather disgusted, he had tried to ignore that perfectly handsome form before him, the god-like body that the prince had. Though he couldn't help but peek through his fingers, curiosity getting the better of him. Other than his father and other males of the household, he hadn't actually seen another male naked. And those exposures to nudity were so brief that it didn't seem to impact him at all. But this, this man was something completely different. Handsomely built and seemingly perfect in every single way. Growing a bit hot and bothered, he soon blocked off sight form Chrysander completely. He knew that if he was aroused now, he would most likely be picked at for it. Blushing a violent red, Cyril finally turned his head away.
 
Chrysander let the poor boy ramble on and try to find his own answers to his question. His mother had only asked that Cyril be told that she did love him, despite what he was and how he had come into being. The rest of his family hadn't cared at all. They had taken the gold given to them with gratitude, as if the prince had taken a burden off their hands. They hadn't loved him at all. It was sad really, but such scandals were known throughout the palace and the prince wasn't even sure which women were his aunts and which were mistresses. Hell, his cousins might not even be his cousins! But that was besides the point.

"Actually, I expected to be done cleaning by the time you got here, but I had things I had to take care of beforehand. So here I am, unashamed and washing. You are quite filthy yourself and are welcome to cleanse yourself."

A grin curved his lips as he watched the Seer squirm and try not to look. Chrysander wasn't ashamed of his body nor nudity in general. He was perfection in the human form, after all. He scrubbed up his thighs still before working on his knees. He had his body turned so that Cyril could take in every contour, every curve, every smooth line and detail that was bared to his eyes. Over all, Chrysander was having fun breaking in the little Seer in stages and he could tell by the blush that it was working.​
 
"I'd rather not clean myself in front of a man who's as vile and perverted as you are." He muttered, trying to keep his glance away from the man before him. "I know what you plan to do if I get naked, and I want nothing to do with your perversions. I'm a good man, and I intend to stay as such." Glaring, he backed away a bit and finally sat down on a chair, trying to avert his gaze. However, it was still rather difficult as the sight before him was very enticing. Not only that, but he did know he was quite dirty and he really did want to get clean. "I do not know what you're planning, but I don't want to be near you any longer. You've given me horrible news, and you do not intend to make this any better."

"I can tell by the things that you say and do, you're trying to ruin my innocence and my life. You've taken my family away, and I'm sure you intend to take more things away from me as well, but I will not allow you to do such a thing you dirty prince." Eventually managing to look away entirely, he just kept reminding himself that this was the man who allowed his family to slip away from him, and this was the man who had destroyed the comfortable life that he had before this. Though Cyril did not bother to think of what royal treatment laid in wait for him. After all, a Seer needed to be well taken care of, and he was in the grasp of a prince who was fond of him. What better luck could he have asked for?

"Now hurry and finish! I do not wish to see you naked anymore."
 
"You half-wit. You act as if I forced your family from here. They were happy to leave you here with me. Stop being such a spoiled child thinking the bully stole your favorite toy. I will not make this easier for you. You are a grown man and need to start acting like it. The world isn't fair, Cyril. You should be lucky I have a fondness for you or you could be in a very bad place."

Chrysander put down the sponge he had been using and stalked over to Cyril, caging him in the chair. He had a lot of patience, but this boy was trying it to the point where Chrysander might forgo trying to warm Cyril up to the idea of sharing his bed and just forcing him into it. It didn't sound like a bad idea and a smile began to curve his lips in a sinister nature. It turned from a smile into a full-blown grin dripping with smugness as he pulled Cyril out of his chair and pressed him firmly against his body.

"You wish me to hurry up? You command me to hurry up? I saved you from a life of loneliness and displeasure. I expect some respect out of you. Now you can either give it to me or...I'll take it from you."

It didn't seem like his last sentence was about respect, since he hefted Cyril over his shoulder and brought him into his bed chamber. With a simple toss, he put Cyril on his bed. He hardly gave him time to recover before he towered over Cyril, caging the boy's legs with his own and pinning his wrists by his head.

"Better make a choice, Cyril, or I'll take it from you."​
 
"I should be blamed for feeling upset that you allowed them to leave so easily? Why should I stay now anyways, I have no reason! After all, I can just leave when I want, I don't need to stay since you no longer can hold my family over my head!" Growing nervous as the man caged him to the chair though, he had started to try to squirm away and escape. However, it wasn't long before he was scooped up, pressed close to the warm and aroused male. Starting to grow a bit flustered, the pale man had tried to push himself away. Though it wasn't long before he was dragged off to the bed, tossed down like some cheap whore. Now the real struggling was going to begin, as his heart was racing in his chest and true panic was setting in.

"I did not asked to be saved from loneliness! I did not ask for any of this! I merely asked you to protect my family!" He started to cry out, tears threatening to spill over his reddened cheeks. "Stop it!" Cyril suddenly yelped, attempting to kick the man off of him, though it wasn't long before he could barely move at all. Even when trying to pull his hands away from the male, he found that it was too difficult. "Someone help me! This man is a horrible monster!" The screaming had now started to grow louder, his eyes wide with panic. Not once in his life he had been close to someone like this. He didn't know how to handle that as it was. It didn't help that now he was being pinned to the bed and had a threat of his innocence being stolen from him.

Spitting in Chrysander's face suddenly, those light blue eyes narrowed into a glare. Oh, he was really playing with fire now.
 
"Thing is, Cyril. I know exactly where your family is and I can make life very difficult for them. Hell, I could even kill the man you called father."

Chrysander threatened. He wouldn't do it, but he needed Cyril to understand that not everything went his way, nor did he have control over everything. As he struggled and screamed, Chrysander was patient, waiting for him to wear himself out a bit. He could tell the boy was starting to panic and it was a good sign. He wanted Cyril scared right now, to show him that he could be overpowered, that if he wasn't under Chrysander's protection, he would be raped and murdered brutally. He sighed as he waited, knowing his guards wouldn't do a thing, but he didn't expect the Seer to spit at him. He allowed his lips to curve into a sneer as he wiped his cheek. Using the leverage he had, he pressed his half-hard cock against Cyril and tightened his grip around the boy's wrists almost to the point of pain.

"Not a smart move, Cyril..Guess I'll just have to take what I want."

He didn't kiss him like he had planned, instead he moved his lips to Cyril's neck and bit gently before sliding his tongue along the bite mark he had left. He smirked to himself, wondering how the little Seer would react.​
 
Appearing to be quite alarmed when the prince had threatened him, he quickly yelped, "Whatever you do, don't you dare hurt my beloved family! Why should I believe you anyways? Perhaps they didn't want to leave me behind, and you're just making up all of these cruel lives so that I end up giving up and letting you have me!" Starting to struggle in Chrysander's arms, he was trying to avoid being held, not wanting the man to overpower him completely, even though things weren't looking so good for him. After all, Chrysander had years of training to fight and kill. Cyril only had the comfort of a gentle home, sheltered completely from the world around him. A man's arousal pressed up against him wasn't exactly a familiar feel either.

Feeling a bit aroused himself, Cyril had tried to hide such an arousal. It was even more difficult as he felt his neck being bitten, a soft moan escaping from his lips as he felt that gentle tongue press against the slightly bleeding wound. Biting his lip a bit, he was trying to ignore what pleasure he felt, knowing that it was inevitable that the man would get what he wanted. After all, a prince wasn't deprived of anything, especially his wants and needs. "Get off me you monster!" He tried to cry out, trying to appear to be an innocent victim in the situation instead of being aroused by such torment.
 
Chrysander could feel the Seer begin to grow aroused from his rough treatment and in turn it made the prince that much more hungry for the innocent boy. The moan went straight to his cock and he pressed in more, still making gentle sweeps with his tongue to get the blood that was like wine in his mouth. The words Cyril spoke didn't have much of an impact on the prince, after all, he already was a monster. He smiled against the Seer's neck and bit down again, not as hard as before, but certainly hard enough to leave a mark before he trailed his lips up to the boy's cheek. Chrysander let go of one of Cyril's wrists but soon slid his hand into the boy's hair and got a firm grip, pulling his hair back roughly. The boy had to learn that he had no control here and that Chrysander had all of it.

"Tell me something...Cyril...do you really hate me? Your hips say otherwise as does your lips."

A grin curved his lips as fire sparked in his eyes. Chrysander rotated his hips slightly to rub against Cyril's growing arousal and see if he could get the boy hotter. He did want the little Seer to beg him, after all. Or even continue to try and defy him. Either way, it made him want Cyril like no other. Chrysander got up close to Cyril's face, looking right into his eyes before his lips pressed against Cyril's in a hot and gentle yet demanding kiss.​
 
Whimpering softly, the young male had finally started to try to move away, trying to make noise once more. "N-no! I want you to stop this! I want you to stop this right now!" He was still trying to struggle, realizing his pride was now at stake. He didn't want to suffer the humiliation of losing his dignity by the hands of this handsome prince... even if it was difficult to control his arousal. At that second bite, he had moaned and shuddered once more, closing his eyes and biting his lip. If he could stop moaning and making the other realize how much pleasure he felt, perhaps he'd have a chance to get out. "I do hate you, why wouldn't I?!"

As his head was suddenly jerked back, he tried to claw at that hand. Those blue eyes were also wide with horror when he suddenly felt those warm soft lips press against his once more. "How could I not hate someone like you? A horrible monster who bullies people around to get what he wants! The only reason I'm here is because I love my family, it has nothing to do with you at all... And when I am in your home, I will never share a bed with you. Nor will I let you touch me in such a disgusting way! I wanted to be a seer, not your concubine!" Slapping Chrysander's face now, his eyes narrowed, clearly showing some aggression and anger.
 
Chrysander already knew that Cyril hated him. It was plain to see simply because he believed that the prince would use him for more than just Seeing. And boy, did the man talk. His moans were sweet, but with the spitfire words that were spoken, it almost ruined them. The prince was not dissuaded from playing with the Seer, but the words and then the slap were enough to have him growling. His cheek burned a bit from the lap, but it wasn't much of a burn since the boy had probably never done any labor. Chrysander grabbed onto Cyril's wrists hard and pinned him down, putting plenty of pressure on to boy's joints. He could break his wrists if he wanted, but he wouldn't. He was giving the Seer a warning.

"Next time you slap me like that, I will be sure to break the hand that did it. And for the record, you talk an awful lot for a person meant to simple See things."

He didn't let go of the boy's wrists for a moment before he let up and stood, dragging Cyril out of his bed and shoving him down into a chair. He hooked a clamp around the boy's ankle that fastened to a ring in the ground near Chrysander's bed. He wouldn't have Cyril running off just yet and he felt like punishing him for the slap.

"Now, you will stay here and no one will bother entering this tent while you are here. So guess what that means? Unless I send someone in here to bring you food and water, you will get nothing."

Chrysander moved into a partitioned room and donned on another set of clothing and armor before returning. It looked older and more pristine in its coloring. However, the armor was much flexible than his other set and provided more movement. He looked at Cyril with a cruel grin before he shrugged and exited the tent.

"Have fun by yourself."

He said before he went about his duties for a few hours.​
 
Cyril's eyes had widened quite a bit as he suddenly felt that sharp pain in his wrists. Whimpering softly, he was sure the man was going to break them. He could already feel the bones creaking as more and more pressure was put down on them. Wanting to scream, he soon grew somewhat calm as he felt the pressure loosen up a bit. However, the words that followed didn't exactly make him feel comfortable. After all, his wrists could be easily broken if he tried to fight back, and that thought worried him more than anything. If his hands were broken, how was he supposed to escape from this horrible monster?

As he was getting ready to reply, the young Seer soon felt himself being pulled off of the bed and shoved into a chair. When he tried to pull away, he felt the shackle clamp down upon him. The subtle threat was enough to cause his heart to beat quickly, making him wish he allowed the man to fuck him. After all, now he might end up starving because of this sadistic prince. Though for now, he wouldn't apologize. He knew it wouldn't do him any good to say he was sorry for hitting the man. Biting his lip a bit, Cyril mumbled, "I shall easily have fun by myself. You can't starve me, I'm the only one who can tell you what's going to happen to your damned army. Though I suppose that doesn't matter, since you're going to be the only survivor no matter what you do. The dead can't sing your praise, you will be forgotten in history."

Grinning a bit, he added as the other male was leaving, "There is a force much stronger than you. He shall become infamous, he shall be the one known forever, and he'll leave a bigger mark than you ever could. You shall be forgotten, and like he will cover this land in darkness, he shall also cover any trace of you."
 
"That might be so...but I will leave a mark for at least a time after I am gone. Besides, I'm already leaving a mark on you. And yes, darling little Seer, I could starve you for a day, at the least."

He murmured with a wicked grin meant to hide his discontent. And a little bit of his fear. He managed to make it reach his eyes before he cast the boy a shrug and look that suggested indifference before he exited his tent. He would never discuss his inner terrors with such an insolent little bastard. The boy would revel in them and spit in his face. Even one as great and self-centered as he could realize that he wouldn't live forever and might not leave the mark he desperately wanted to leave on the world. It was the warrior dream to be kept in the history books. But would he really be overshadowed by someone he couldn't name or even see? That he had no clue existed? Little did he know that not someone but something would destroy what he had built.

He kept his inner turmoil to himself as he went about his duties for the next couple hours. He sent in servants to feed the little brat that was shackled in his tent with the strict orders that he wasn't to be released from his tent under any circumstances. And if he had some business to take care of? Place a bucket at his feet or tell him to hold it in. Let the little bastard know what it meant to have to suffer for what he wanted instead of just getting what he desired. Let him see what it was like to be scorned.

When Chrysander finally made his appearance back in the tent, he looked beyond exhausted, removed the armor and clothing that covered his upper body. Glancing at Cyril, he undid the shackle without a word or glance before a soldier came to take the Seer away. Chrysander didn't care if Cyril ached all over and could barely stand, he was too tired to deal with the brat. But he did wait to hear what the little bastard would say to him now.​
 
Cyril had looked quite worried at that threat, not exactly looking forward to starvation. Though he tried to keep a stiff upper lip and pull through this without letting the other know how terrified he was of being starved. Throughout the day, he was fed decently enough, though he really needed to use the restroom. When asked about it, the servants merely told him to hold it in for now. Which truly, such a suggestion had made him miserable. He didn't feel like holding it in, and he would let Chrysander know his opinion on that when he had gotten back. "I hate you so much..." Cyril muttered to no one in particular, growing quite anxious in the tent after a few hours.

He hadn't taken a glance into the future since that vague prediction of destruction. Perhaps he was afraid of what he would see. After all, Chrysander wouldn't be happy with knowing his impact didn't mean a single thing to the world... though Cyril himself wasn't too happy that his family had left him behind with this madman. However, he didn't want them dead, so he had to stay even longer and deal with this horrible monster. Apparently there was no way for him to win, and so he would have to suffer through this.

When Chrysander had been returning, Cyril had left a surprise under the man's bed. Though Chrysander hadn't seen it, Cyril had indeed urinated on it, and under it as well. It wasn't clearly visible on the sheets when the Seer was dragged away... but the prince would soon know exactly what sort of gift had been left behind by the disgruntled young male that he was torturing so much. Apparently the young man could only take so much before finally taking revenge in a passive-aggressive way.
 
"Wait a minute."

Chrysander held up a hand to stop his subordinate from taking the Seer away as he smelled something odd in his tent. He had been outside in the dirt and grime and really wanted to sleep, but when he neared the bed it smelled funny. Taking the time to check the sheets, he found them wet and not with water. And under his bed was soiled as well. He scowled. He had worked himself to the bone like he did most days and kept the little shit fed and this is what he got? A little "surprise" as if it was suppose to be funny. He was done letting Cyril get away with things and he would punish him accordingly. He was a dangerous man to tempt.

"Adrian, shackle the whelp over the chest over there. Make sure he's bent over it."

Adrian grinned as he went to do his master's bidding, dragging Cyril over to the chest that was over in a far corner. The soldier dragged it over until it was centered in the room and forcibly bent Cyril over it, knowing he would resist. Chrysander watched with grim intent before he disappeared a moment before returning with a deadly black whip that was short instead of long. It was designed for his personal use. He looked at Cyril without emotion except fury.

"Think it funny to try and get back at me? Unlike with your stupid and wretched family, there are consequences for pissing me off repeatedly. So, like everyone under my command, you'll be punished accordingly. Sound fun?"

He grinned wickedly, but there was no humor, just sick intent to prove to Cyril that he wasn't going to keep walking over the Prince and get away with it like a stupid child throwing a tantrum.​
 
Cyril was panicking as the other neared the bed, realizing he would be found out. His heart was racing in his chest now, his eyes widened in pure fear. It had grown even worse when he was suddenly being ordered to be shackled to some chest. "N-no." He whispered, biting his lip and looking back and forth, worry in his eyes. He knew what was going to happen, he was going to get punished for something that he did, for pissing on the monster's bed. Tears welling up in his eyes now, he struggled the whole time. Adrian hadn't hesitated in the least though, merely chaining Cyril down without a single worry. After all, he wasn't the one being chained down to the chest, it was the young man who was practically begging for it. Though now he was begging for something else.

"If you whip me, I won't tell you anything about what's going to happen to your damn army! You'll just lost every trace of work you accomplished, and not a single person shall know your name! I promise I can make your life miserable if I told you all I could see about your pointless life!" Squirming, the wood and metal on the chest hurt his stomach. The metal was digging into his ribs, and the wood was painful against his sensitive skin. "Don't do this Chrysander, you're going to wish you never did! I'll never tell you what's going to happen to you if you do this to me!"

Of course this probably wasn't the truth. Chrysander could be convincing with getting the information he wanted as well. Cyril was just trying to do everything in his power to prevent this from happening. "You deserve what I did anyways! You torture me, and you're cruel! I thought you needed a taste of your own medicine for once..." Trailing off, tears started to well in his eyes once more. The vulnerability was clearly shown as he curled himself against the chest now, trying to brace himself.
 
"You refused me, rebuffed me like I was trash. I deserved this? I saved you from a fucking sheltered life never knowing what the outside world was like-that you could actually feel something with that body of yours instead of wondering if maybe your parents would let you live on your own. If perhaps they really loved you when you aren't even of their blood. Face it, Cyril, because your mother was lured in by someone with the gift that wasn't her husband, you were given it as punishment to her unfaithfulness and cursed as a bastard child to boot. I could have been gentle with you and taken damn good care of you, but no, you decided to take the hard route. So now you'll get the punishment that's been coming to you. I get what I want! You need to grow up fast, boy, or so help me I'll beat it into you worse than what I'll be doing today."

He usually wasn't moved by tears, but the vulnerability hit him in the gut. Still, this needed to be done. Cyril was an adult in body, but in mind he was still a stupid child that needed to learn that he couldn't have whatever he thought he deserved simply because he thought he was entitled to it. How had he survived in that house without his father murdering him? Probably because his mother had begged for his life to be spared. The look on his face showed the prince that he had never had a beating in his life-another surprise. Most boys were beaten as they grew up so they could learn that back-talking and selfishness and ruthlessness towards females and such of that nature were punishable and not tolerated. Though women were the weaker sex, they also needed to be taken care of-above all things. Probably another reason why Cyril hadn't been cast out of his family. It would have killed his mother. But Chrysander didn't care enough to stop himself from standing behind Cyril, ignoring his pleas and words that he would never talk about the future again. Because he knew deep down that he would spill his secrets. With a grimly set expression, Chrysander brought down the whip on Cyril's back, not quite cutting through the fabric, but it would certainly leave a thick bruise.

But he didn't stop with just one lashing. He was going easy on Cyril, which wasn't what he did with some of his soldiers because Cyril hadn't done anything truly horrific, but needed to be punished for his deeds regardless. He gave Cyril another four lashings that would leave bruises and a few cuts. He liked how he could see the little bit of blood and quickly bruising skin. The swelling bothered him, however and he ordered Adrian to untie the poor bastard, lay him out on the lounge chair and get soft, cold clothes for his back.​
 
"I didn't ask to be saved from my life! You destroyed it and now you're trying to make it look like some sort of improvement." Spitting at Chrysander he was still in tears from his anger and frustration. Not only that, but he could notice that the whip looked rather intimidating. He would do anything to avoid being whipped, he knew it was going to hurt so horribly. "You can't punish me since you deserved to be humbled a little! You think you're a god but you're completely worthless to history! No one will know your name so do not act proud now!"

When whipped for the first time, he had let out a loud cry of pain and felt tears rolling down his cheeks. "T-this is absolutely horrible." He whimpered, soon feeling a few more lashes coming down upon his back. With each and every smack he had cried out once more. This was just the worst thing he had gone through in his entire life, and he had never been through so much pain before. How could this even be possible? It was absolutely horrible to be whipped in such a way, especially when it was by a man he had hated so much. This was the most humiliating thing he had gone through, and he wished he could strangle the other male.

When taken off of the chest and sat down on the couch there were many tears streaming down his cheeks. He looked absolutely horrible as his cheeks were bright red from the anger and pain. How could he tolerate going through such a thing? This was just far too much for him. "I hate you so much." The young male sobbed out, trembling and whimpering in pain. It was only made worse when the cloths were placed upon those burning gashes. His body ached completely and he felt as though nothing would be able to solve it. Well, that's what happens when you're so terribly sensitive to pain.
 
Chrysander would not be guilted into feeling sorry for the poor sod. No, as much as those tears got to him, the boy needed to grow up and grow up fast. Once his subordinate had left, he put the whip away and moved the chest himself back into place. Walking over to his dresser, he got a soothing salve to put on the marks. He didn't do this for his soldiers, but he would for Cyril. He just wouldn't tell him that. He was gentle with making him lay down on his stomach and removing the cloths to put the salve on. It was soft and cool to the skin, which he slathered on liberally and all over the boy's back. Once done, he put the cloths over it to keep the soothing feeling in and so the salve would last longer. But still, Chrysander said nothing. He didn't have a thing to say as of yet. With a sigh, he stood and looked outside. It was quite dark now and figured that Cyril would be too achy and crabby and teary to be moved.

The young prince didn't want to have to punish the Seer again, but he would whenever he would need to. It was how someone kept other people in line-they couldn't just do what they wanted and expect no retaliation. Which was how he lost one of his childhood friends. The young prince had been very stupid and his friend took the credit for it and ended up dying. It still weighed on his soul, but it was why he worked so hard at what he did and he always took responsibility for everything he did. He didn't sugar-coat anything for anyone. If they hated him, like Cyril did, he didn't let it bother him. You either hated the prince or you loved him. Either way it could be used as a tool.

"You were living a lie. There are no lies here. If you want to hate me, then hate me. I have no problem with dealing with your hate."

He murmured as he went into his chamber and slid the curtain over the small door way. He was tired and his body demanded he sleep for a few hours and so he removed the bedding from his bed and find the clean ones and threw them on his bed haphazardly before closing his eyes in weariness.​
 
Cyril was indeed surprised that the man had placed a soothing salve onto him. He expected yet another whipping for some other unrelated event. Though he was surprised, he was still in quite a bit of pain and he still didn't really much care for Chrysander at this moment. Curling up a little bit more, the young male had closed his eyes tightly. "I don't much care for the abuse you give me..." He mumbled, wincing as the cloths were placed back onto him, "B.. but thank you for helping me out a bit. I really appreciate it." He had to say thank you, if he didn't it'd end up just getting worse. He couldn't afford to fight anymore right now.

His body still burning with pain though, he couldn't help but hate the other male. It didn't matter how much he was being taken care of by him, or how nice he was being right now. He still really hated the other man for hurting him so much. There was nothing he could do to off-set that hate, not now at least. He hadn't been so tortured in his life until now, and he didn't want to have to deal with it anymore. "You're such a monster, even if you do try to help."

Watching the other male go back into his section of the tent, Cyril had closed his eyes. The young Seer was going to try to go to sleep for now, though he wasn't sure how well that was going to turn out. He just wanted to keep the future a quiet thing for now. Perhaps he would make the prince work for it, holding information above his head. After a half hour, the young male had eventually fallen asleep.
 
Chrysander awoke not much later, weary and sleep-deprived. He was cranky and not up to anything that might set off his temper. He changed his clothes before walking into main part of the tent, seeing Cyril curled up almost like a babe. It didn't stir anything in the cold prince's soul, not this morning. He didn't awaken the boy and instead moved to see how progress was going on changing locations and heading out to the capital. Most of the camp had been taken down and the rest was in the process of being taken down, which was great news and lightened up the frost encasing his mood. He spoke with several of the commanders and captains, got himself some breakfast and helped with some of the work load. By the time the Seer would wake, they would be ready to move out and head to the capital for well-deserved leave.​
 
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