I Scored Myself A Mate

This change in him was quite peculiar. He believed he would not care about anything, freed from all his royal restrains. His shiny golden shackles would finally break and his chest wouldn't feel as heavy. Losing the light of your soul was supposed to be like that, it had to be so why was Allias so…concerned? 

He had been sitting for two hours at the throne room, lazily laid on the throne, even wearing his crown, of course not appropriately since it kept falling off his head. He sighed and sighed again, scolding himself for having these thoughts. 

"You're supposed to be free, don't be concerned about him, idiot" he whispered to himself and slapped slightly his cheek. This was ludicrous. He couldn't just go off killing people and then wonder why Theseus wasn't pampering him and loving him. He at least had that much logic remaining in him. 

The wooden throne was hard, the pillow on the seat worn out and Allias tried to sit better so he would be comfortable. He was twisting his body until he finally found a proper seating spot that was bearable. He traced the golden designs on the armrest with his fingertips. Golden, yes that was a part of his nickname once, shining brightly but now he resembled more a piece of thrown out rusty metal. 

He rubbed his face trying to forget but Theseus' loud words had been rooted in his mind. He was supposed to be a carefree vicious spirit but why even now, that goddamn general seemed to be his weakness, he wondered and jumped off the throne deciding that the only soothing medicine would be booze. He walked slowly to the kitchen the staff leaving without him saying a word, running away in distress. The King clicked his tongue, dissatisfied. 

"Can't blame them" he said and opened the familiar cupboards taking out a glass and a bottle of crimson wine. It tasted sweet as it traveled down his throat. His mind slowly getting hazy drink after drink. His heart seemed to get better, more carefree as he always wished and his red cheeks gave away his state to the man who entered the kitchen.

"A cheater, a murdered and now a drunk. Well Allias you have been downgrading pretty fast." Mark told him and sat next to him, on an identical stool. The moment he was seated he took the glass away, slipping it at the other side of the kitchen island.

"That is mine you know."

"Do I look like I care?" he told him with a smile. "So tell me, why are you here, alone drowning your sorrows in booze if you're supposed to be the person you always wanted to?"

"Theseus doesn't love me anymore." Allias whined and his face slammed the table. "Why?" Hearing that, Mark burst out laughing, even now this man was craving for Theseus' love. Even when he didn't care for anyone else. "He told me to get lost." He said and Mark patted his back. 

"Well do you blame him? I do believe he doesn't love you anymore to be honest. You did some horrible things, you cheated on him too. That's low." Mark teased him and Allias raised his head, staring him in the eyes with a terrified expression.

"So it's true. He doesn't love meeee" he cried "Wait. Wait. Wait." He said and slapped himself hard, a red mark on his cheek. "Why do I care? Why do I care Mark? I am a freed man!" he exclaimed. 

"I guess you love him more than you know" Mark stated and the king scoffed. Yeah right, even now deranged of any noble emotions he was stuck in a mud pit called Theseus. Even now he was imprisoned by that feeling and he was annoyed by it. Agitated, feeling humiliated and stupid. "you know, a weird powerful demon is after me." Mark told him and Allias pushed his body back slightly and wrinkled his nose.

"What?"

"Yeah, he entered my mind and he said fouuund you in some kind of creepy tone. Amelia said it's about my past life but I…"

"Is he hot?" Allias asked with a grin and Mark rolled his eyes. 

"I don't think this is the point."

"Hotness is always a point" he said and winked, playing with his empty glass. "Well, boy I would love to help you but I can't find it in me to care so I will just you know…get lost as that idiot said. Don't want to kill you by accident too, you know" he said and stood up, stumbling here and there. Mark did not follow him; he knew it was pointless but he did say something just before the king left. 

"You know; you are trying so hard to deny that you love him when you were the ne stating that your love was stronger than anything. You are contradicting yourself. Just go back to normal you idiot." 

"Shut up." Allias said, not even turning back to look at him. His feet were heavy and he lost his way many times heading for his room but after a few times he found it. He opened the wide doors and happily eyed the soft bed. Yes, success he thought and walked towards it when the bathroom door opened. 

Theseus appeared, freshly dressed, his hair still wet and he looked at him. The moment he realized that Allias was drunk, wrinkles formed between his eyebrows. There it was again. That disgusted look that always made Allias' inside turn. He wouldn't stop staring at him like that.

"Stop staring at me that way" Allias said and plopped on the bed, his arms and legs wide open. 

"What way?"

"Like you want to kill me and dance on my dead body."

"I am not the one who is on a killing spree lately though. I will be moving to another room."

"What? Why?" 

"I don't like seeing your face anymore." Theseus said and Allias smiled into the sheets, turning around. 

"You are a liar." He told him and Theseus tilted his head to the side, squinting his eyes. 

"What?"

"You said that you would never leave me. That you'd love me always no matter what. That you'd be my shield and sword. Be the villain for me but you were lying. You are as evil and messed up as I am." 

"What the heck?" Theseus exploded. "Is this some kind of new method to manipulate me into feeling guilty? Is that what you're trying to do? You have reached rock bottom. Despicable, that's what you are." He spat at him and walked away. "I thought I told you to get lost, you are free now as you wanted. Goodnight" he said and left the room, closing the door loudly behind him.

Another sigh, another exhale and Allias hid his eyes with his arm. 

"I am trying to ask for help you idiot. So I guess you really don't love me anymore." He whispered.