QT: I Bent The Male Lead

Davy got up from his seat and matched forward to leave. He had lost control of his life and the book, the only thing that was left for is wallow in sympathy. He was not going to live as the prince, it wasn't the life that he wanted and no one could tell him otherwise. 

Especially when the subject of his affection was none other than the boy who broke his heart and stumped on it with a victory dance. No sorry was ever going to fix their past, he had been hurt for far too long to care anymore about his past that connected the tow of them. 

It was said that if a person was capable of hurting once then they can do it again without hesitation and he didn't want that. He would be a fool if he were to invite the same pain that Jason put him through in the past. He wasn't going to let the man sway his heart and make him believe in a fairy tale that wasn't real. There was only one story that he trusted.

That was the story that he could control by himself. A story that he came up with by himself and controlled what would happen next in the story. That is why he loved writing, he could get to live life through all his characters being the judge of everything that happened in their lives.

It helped to heal most of his wounds, the talk with Jason helped to clear his conscious. Now he could stop asking herself what the man had to say on the matter, he had his answer.

Jason had nothing to say for hurting him. Even he had nothing to say about his offer about getting back together. He sauntered through the corridors tired beyond words. He didn't get any sleep, he kept having recurring nightmares about being stuck in the novel for the rest of forever. 

It was one thing for him to create characters and becoming one, he worked best with a pen that being the story. If the novel was a movie, then he would function better as the script writer than the main character which he was now being forced to play.

A silhouette marched before him blocking his path and preventing him from moving forward. Davy raised his eyes to meet with the only sane person that had remained constant in his novel. The true villain of his bl version novel.

The man was staring down at him with an emotionless face. "Why do you seem unlike yourself?" Aricus inquired from him. The man folded huis hands before his chest in a way that it told Davy that he wasn't leaving without getting a reply from him.

"I need a few things from you," Davy uttered his eyes coming alive.

Aricus raised his eyebrows intrigued by the sudden request but seeing the way Davy's spirit lifted up on hearing on talking about it he felt curious to know what the man wanted. 

Davy took steady steps forward and leaned his head next to the man's ear and parted his lips. "I need you to set the palace on fire," the man requested. "I want everyone to lose their peace of mind and watch it from the sidelines as their worst nightmares come to life,' he added before slowly stepping. He looked the young man deep in the eyes with a glint of evil playing in her eyes.

If Jason wasn't going to let him leave the novel, then he would make the man's life in the novel so bad that he would have no choice but to release him from the novel and the chains of their past.

"I promised the king peace," Aricus said. He figured that the man was only saying that because he was angry for some reason. It would be a choice he may come to regret after calming down and he didn't want to be a regret for the male.

"And a few lifetimes ago you promise that my wishes were your command," Davy uttered to him. "Do you serve the king of Aphidia or love the mirror prince?" Davion questioned.

Aricus smiled. An open invitation such as that was one that he couldn't give up. He had thought that his beloved might never remember who he was, to hear him talk of their past made the devil in him awaken, he couldn't wait to reign his terror down on Aphidia.

His king had spoken so he had to deliver. Aphidia had yet to see evil. He was everyone's nightmare created in the most beautiful of daydreams. The world should ask the gods that tried to keep him captive and had the nerve to try to and keep his beloved from getting reborn. 

If he could turn the hands of the gods to his will then the people of Aphidia were a piece of cake that he could do in his sleep. "I know you say that I should set the place on fire but…"

"You cant do it…"

"You didn't mention what level of fire I am allowed to set on Aphidia," Aricus uttered with a devilish smile adorning his lips. Davy had never seen anyone look hotter while plotting someone's doom. 

He had pictured the look on his villain's face while they whispered in the dark about the down fall. But he hadn't anticipated how hot a character could look while being evil. 

Aricus was a scary person but he found that appealing more than a reason to worry and to ran away. "Surprise me," Davy let out.

Aricus raised his fist and a dark energy oozed out of his hand, he touched the ground with his hand. Aricus couldn't wait to see what evil monster the king of hell would bring out to cause pain and suffering in the novel.

A black portal opened up in the corridor and through it a beautiful woman walked in. she had dark brown eyes. "Ilara, ready to serve my master," the girl announced.

The thing about not being in controlled meant that Davy had no idea what the girl could do. He was interested to see what the demon from the Seam would do to the people of the palace, it was fun and exciting to be on the villain's side. 

The day was cold, the aura in the air had lowered so suddenly and rapidly. Just some moments back Davy felt hot. The only that had changed in that moment was the arrival of the girl.

"Set your eyes and feast on all that the Aphidia has to offer," Aricus ordered from her.

Another girl appeared before the male, she didn't seem pleased with what Aricus had done. She opened her mouth to object to what the male wanted to become of the subjects of Aphidia. 

"Before you speak, I would like to remind you that you work for me and not the other way around," Aricus roared in a deadly evil voice. "Try to interfere and I will send a servant of the gods to unleash her wrath on them instead and in case you are wondering, the servant will be you," he added firmly.

The girl kept her mouth shut and turned to glare at Davy. Her eyes were pointing the blame for the disaster that was about to happen on him. The man gladly accepted all the accusations that the girl had on him. He was no saint and it was a matter of getting his life back on the track that it was supposed to be in.

"Unless you want your eyes removed I would suggest you lower your gaze," he ordered to the girl. he was the creator of Aricus and all the bad people in the novel. So if she thought any of them were then she should give him a try, he could take anyone in the novel, except for his past that roamed around in the name of Jason.

"Impressive," Aricus let out proud seeing the darkness in Davy's eyes. All the hope that he had lost on ever getting the man that he loved back returned to him flowing through his body sparking a new flame inside his chest that he was more than certain. Was capable to burn down the world for him, the man was charming with his dark side.

"Your wish is my command," the summoned demon let out to the man. She walked away from them, her dress dancing in the wind as she moved. 

Davy watched her leave wondering what the woman had plans, finally they were going to get the fun that the novel deserved. It had been way too peaceful for his own liking. He couldn't wait to see the faces of everyone when they realize her presence.

That was sure to get Jason off his back for a while. Two maids were approaching the woman from the opposite side of the corridor.. The woman brushed her hands on them and the two maid dropped down to the ground lifeless.