I Scored Myself A Mate

"You have to make him feel again, make him love you!" the doctor shouted as Theseus run after Ares. He faintly heard the doctor's words as they echoed in the hallways but he couldn't manage to process them, he was too worried about what was going to happen now. Allias had killed someone, if he got recognized as the king getting out of this mess would be too troublesome. 

His brother led him to a tavern, people had started to gather but the inside was completely empty, the food and the drinks left on the table while he noticed some of the staff, young elf girl crying in the arms of their friends outside. Ares walked in first ordering everyone to leave while Theseus examined the scene. Of course it would seem weird the fact that the Disee prince and the High General had come all this way, at the darkest alleys of the village just for a tavern owner. 

As he walked inside, slowly getting up the stairs Theseus could hear the sound of sobbing. It was faint but he was sure someone else was crying. He followed the noise, reaching to its source, a closed door in front of him and blood. There was actually blood leaking from the gap between the end of the door and the floor. The high general bit his lip, anxious as to what he would face. 

The door creaked as he opened it, revealing a tiny bedroom where the tragedy had happened. 

"Will you stop crying for fuck sake it's annoying." He heard Allias shout. 

Theseus was seeing, he definitely still had his eyesight but it was as if the images didn't reach his mind. Three main points existed in the room, three dots that created this horrible chaos that spread right in front of him. The general felt his heart break, slowly, painfully, cracking before it just exploded into thousands of shards. As he realized what had happened, as he made assumptions, gathering the pieces of the puzzle he was getting weak. He turned his face to the side, trying to avoid the image but it was impossible. 

At first there was Allias, sitting with his shirt open on the floor, his back resting on the bed. He was bathed in blood. Splashes on his face and his white clothes. His hair dump and colored by the red, his hands lazy touching the wooden floor almost looking lifeless, a painting with red as its main color. 

Then there was a dead body, right next to him. An ugly old man, with an expression of terror forever engraved in his wrinkled face was now staring at the ceiling. His face beaten up and partly distorted. The image was sickening. From the scratches on his body to the open wounds his blood was oozing out like an angry river. He has dead. 

Lastly, what hurt the general the most was that young elf. A young man, crawled up in a corner, his knees brought to his exposed chest. Kissing marks all over his pale body was trembling. Allias had been with him, he was with him on that bed. Theseus realized and he had to avert his gaze so he wouldn't cry. He had never thought things would end up this way, this betrayal, this pain was horrible. He didn't care the slightest right now about the dead body, or what people would say. The only thing he could process, manically spinning in his head was that Allias had betrayed him. 

You have to make him fall in love with you again. The doctor's words slowly began sinking in and he smiled half-heartedly.

"Impossible" he said. 

"What? Oh finally!" Allias exclaimed as if he had just noticed him. "Clean up this mess will you? The kid is probably traumatized for life." He said and spared the boy a glance. He took a few steps, reaching him easily in the small room and crouched, getting to his level, meeting his eyes. "Come on now, we both know that your father was a bastard. Think positively, you inherited a tavern!" he told him and patted him on the shoulder. The elf boy too shocked to react to his horrible joking. 

"Get out. Get the hell out, you piece of shit!" Theseus screamed and Allias raised his eyebrows. 

"What did you say?" He asked him.

"Get out. Go back to the palace before you cause even more trouble you fucker. Do you hear me? If you don't go, I myself will report you to the royal assembly and you will be trialed so get the hell out." Theseus threatened him. 

"Oh, come on now." Allias told him with a playful smile and circled him. "You wouldn't do that to me, would you? My love?" he said. Theseus felt like someone was stabbing him in the back. Hearing this monster call him his love only made him feel nauseous. This person wasn't his love, he was a twisted version of him. 

"I would. Because you are not my love. Go! Now!" he shouted and Allias disappeared without another word. 

The golden king found himself once again being restrained by the high walls of his royal bedroom. He laid down after he washed off all the blood and waited. He waited for Theseus, he would definitely fight with him. He dared to threaten him and raise his voice at him. There was no way he would let that pass. He placed his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling. 

He used to really like those pretty lights. They flickered playfully and he would try to guess which one would light up next. Pretty in this endless darkness they shone so brightly. Theseus had made them for him, he knew that. Allias scowled, annoyed but for unknown reasons. He turned to his side blocking the calming sight and closed his eyes. 

"Fuck you." He mumbled as he remembered the way Theseus had looked at him when he had entered the room. "I can't feel guilty anyways."