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The Party

Besides the fact that no one genuinely knew what was happening, didn't mean that the loud crack of a slap wasn't going to surprise everyone any less than it did. Henri fumed, absolutely infuriated as Octavian's features went blank with shock. No longer facing his husband as his gaze rocked right back to Castinago.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING HERE?!" He immediately began to yell, and without a second thought did Octavian grab the hand that struck him from where it still hung in the air. Wanting to both pinch the bridge of his nose and raise his own hand to the stinging flesh of his cheek. He was already done hoping for less embarrassment to rush at him.

And Henri of course took no notice, almost at complete ready to throw himself at Castinago as he felt the dragon in him simply rage at what he just witnessed.

Victor tilted his head at the sight, clearly amused. His brother was one to do these sorts of things whenever he pleased. A lot like him truly. But there were very different methods to each men's madness.

"He was just playing around." He said simply, lips curling into a sly smile as Octavian pulled him back. The smaller man simply radiating a wave of very powerful anger that he couldn't help but admire for a moment. He was quite good at igniting that he noticed.

"PLAYING-" It clearly wasn't a reason that appeased the small man in any way.

"Henri, don't forget today-"

"FUCK YOUR STUPID PLANS, OCTAVIAN! INSTEAD OF TRYING TO GET KILLED LET GO OF ME SO THAT I CAN DO IT MYSELF-"

The brother's watched the exchange with interest. Marriage bickering truly never a more interesting sight than one like this. Between two men such as the Kings that stood before them. Castinago couldn't contain his smile. Blue eyes suddenly drifting as he felt something odd settle over the air, a sudden change the two in front of him were much too heated to notice. A very distant pair of voices getting nearer and nearer each loud, passing second. 

Victor seemed to notice it a moment after him, perking up from watching Octavian lift Henri like a clawing cat as he felt his dark eyes fall down the hall.

"King Octavian was just down he-"

They all stopped what they were doing. Heads turning to the new voices and heavy footfalls. Men. Six of them, seven counting the young quivering boy who they dragged with them by the arm, tall men gised in dress for the part. Masquerade masks, crows, leather beaks lined red. Eyes covered with dark lace.

Gently did Octavian set the now quiet Henri at his feet. Both wide-eyed as the men took a sudden step back.

"Forgive us for interrupting." One bowed lightly, clutching so tightly to the servant boy's arm as he forced him to do the same, the wince his young face set unsettling Henri as he looked at it. Eyes flickering once again with that fire of anger as they pushed him forward. Back to where they were heading, pretending they weren't about to do what Octavian had set out to finish.

"First release the boy. He isn't yours to order about." Henri said coldly. Walking forward with his hand out. The crown sitting upon his head charging the air as Victor coughed into his hand. Trying to hide his laugh at how quickly things change around here. It reminded him why he always came back to visit.

There was just always something new.

"He's on his own free will. We assure you, your majesty."

There was a tense moment between them as Henri launched a steady glare. The room tense as the man holding the boy gave a stiff sigh.

"Here." He threw him forward. All watching with disinterest as he fell at Henri's feet. The boy panicked as he covered his head, as if he was about to get struck as he hit the ground.

Which was almost what happened.

Victor stood in front of the King of Pride, eyes glancing over the arrow like blade he had caught just between his hands. Just over his stomach as grey eyes traced the chain it was attached to, flung from the man's sleeve, a strange mechanism wrapped around his arm clinking in an attempt to pull it back.

Castinago held the boy, standing him up by the back of his collar as he looked at them all with a gaze of pure shock. These men seemed to be far from deterred by his brothers actions. In fact. The Kings and their brand knew guests all seemed...

Annoyed.

"This makes for an interesting development for us to watch." He examined the boy with gleaming blue eyes.

"It makes for a hell of a party really," Victor laughed. Making Octavian's eyes roll.

"Shut up and help me kill them."

"Only a few-" Victor said simply, pulling at the chain and dragging the man forward, wrapping the silver links around his neck with a grin, which seemed to have snapped the rest from their stunned daze. As well as this man's neck.

"This is why I hate your stupid parties-" Henri muttered in a low growl as very narrowly did another of those bladed chains launch past his head. The blood in him boiling as he felt the dragon inside him aching to get out.

"They're usually more fun than this," Octavian said briskly before he was struck in the chest, a metal creak of the armor hidden beneath his clothes making him gasp as he lost his breath, the machines up these men's sleves where much stronger than he anticipated. The blades he held were simply disguised under his clothes compared to this. Grunting at the revelation, about to try and pull in out as he raised his hands, losing blanace as the man pulled it back with a force he didn't expect.

He tumbled forward, the rest scattering off, using similar weapons against them as two split off down the hall, heading towards the ballroom as things quickly got out of hand.

The knife drove deeper into his chest as he felt the tip of the blade finally pierce skin, a small cut, he grit his teeth. Pulling at the chain to drag the man it was connected to forward, accidentally driving it deeper as he felt the burn of his own blood flow beneath his clothes.

"Vian-" Henri said pensively, his eyes no longer human as he snapped through a man's arm, the way he squirmed in agony on the floor a pathetic sight as he dragged him forward. His foot driven back behind his head making a sickly wet snap. As he looked forward to the others.

"I've got it-" He muttered gruffly as he flung his other wrist back, the only other blade he had left in his palm, and as the man fell over him, was driven directly into his chest.

Such a nice choice of dress for the day, completely gone to waste with so much foul blood.

He threw him over in time to watch Victor pull another man into his grip holding onto his head as Octavian tossed the body off, pulling out his blade and wiping it on his dark coat.

"Don't you need one for a few questions?" He asked with a tilt of his head. The man squirming and cursing in his grip clearly of little nuisance as Octavian huffed, trying to wipe a bit of the blood off his hands. Eyes looking him up and down with little care.

"There's two more."

"Ah-" He said simply with a brief snap of his neck, dropping the limp body without much of a care.

Castinago, with the servant boy, stood, amused, the terrified lad pinned under his foot as he grew tired of holding him as he curled away from the sight they got to watch.

"Victor, you always find such interesting people to surround yourself with...." He hummed as if it was pleasant tea they were all sharing instead of an awfully messy fight.

"I don't waste my time with anything but." Victor smiled. Before dusting himself off. "Shall we go get the others, my queen?"

"I really wished I had managed to stab you earlier."

"Octavian, they're going into the-" Henri didn't even know why he bothered as he watched Victor wink his way before he stalked off to find the rest of the crows. The King of Wrath already following after him. At that moment he felt struck cold by the sudden fact that he was standing in the hall strewn in blood and bodies... With Victor's brother.

He looked over to him as the blond curiously poked at the boy under his foot. The servant scared witless as he cried silently, shaking like a leaf.

The short man really wasn't in the mood for this.

"Victor remember the-" He barely caught sight of him slipping into the ballroom as he barely managed to round the corner. Grunting as he tried to keep up with this absurdly heavy armor. "- guests..."

The tall man hardly felt the need to take the warning as he watched the crowd mingle, dance, and drink together. Sharp eyes trying to catch sight of those masks if they hadn't disposed of them already. But his silver eyes widened instead at what he saw just as Octavian burst in behind him. They weren't the only two. There were many. Many more.

"Ah, did you see where-" As he finally managed to catch up to his side, oblivious the worried gazes near them at both of their abrupt entries and well, looks. His eyes seemed to catch onto the same observation as his words halted. Swallowing hard now as he tried to think of something to do here, one thing he had forgotten to expect was this. Reinforcements. 

"Octavian... I have one idea." He tugged at a ruined sleeve of his closer so that his voice would reach him as it dropped an octave.

"For the sake of asking, on a scale from 1-10 how much should I trust in it working." He muttered as he looked up at him, watching him grin as he held up his hand, putting down a few fingers.

"3. Maybe 4 if they're stupid and forget I was just fighting along side you," Victor said quickly, much to the other man's displeasure. But they didn't have time to waste, and he surely wasn't going to wait for him to disagree. So he went forward, the tall man grabbed onto the King by his arm, disarming him of his weapon in a swift move as he pushed him forward, making him yell in surprise as he held him high and infront of him like a prize. Causing immediate commotion like he expected as Octavian struggled in his grip, curse after foul curse falling out of his mouth as he demanded he let go of him. Party goers fleeing left and right in search of help... At least those who were actually invited. More than a few watched quietly as Victor walked forward, not at all bothering to tell the man in his hold to calm down as that was more than what he wanted him to do.

"Those gathered here to steal this man's head! By all means!" He threw him forward. Octavian hitting the ground with a painful thud as he grit his teeth to keep from saying something else awful as his vision swarmed. "Come get him. He's not as difficult a catch as he seems."

Guards led panicked guest away from the commotion as ordered much earlier, leading as many frightened people of the court off to the other rooms for holding as they ignored their demands to "save the king" as they so often do. 

Robin watched silently from where she stood behind the throne she knew she'd never use after this day, peering through the ornate gold lattice work with an amazing view to what was happening as her party came to an abrupt halt. She kept her guards behind the curtain with her, both bonehead's too dense to listen to her shooing as her blue eyes found it almost comical how easily it was to see through whatever game Victor and her brother were playing. Watching as these imbeciles fell directly into their little trap. Biting back her giggle as Octavian yelled at the taller man from the floor as he rubbed at his head. His crown rolling away between the feet of the men who crept closer to the pair, pulling her immediate attention away from everything else. 

Oh gods she needed to get that. She looked between the guards as she felt a fire light underneath her feet in urgency, biting her lip as she watched it roll down front, at the foot of the throne steps, just a few feet down and away from exactly where she hid. If she could just get their eyes off of her for a split second-

Octavian tried to keep the pulsing headache that formed from him smacking his skull onto the ground at bay. He really hated how Victor did this and it was quite clear he was far from done expressing that as he clutched at his head, finally stopping his swarm of berating comments that harmlessly bounced off of him only to continue later, his immediate attention more on the men that grew closer. Victor wasn't going to bother counting them, he'd let that fall on Octavian, as well as saving one for information. He cracked his knuckles. More interested in having fun here.

He watched as the angry king grabbed the ankle closest to him and bring one down already, not hesitating to yank the stange contraption these men had up their sleeves not taking long to fiddle with it as he shot it forward for himself. Victor easily took this as the moment to get started.

Robin watched as they all launched at each other flinching at the sight of an arm no longer attached to a person fall away from the mess as she continued to look at the crown as the few people who continued to scramble away began to scream. Things where growing chaotic and it made her nerves jump as she watched people run past. One clueless man nearly trampling over the crown, who knew what would happen if someone actually noticed it was there. In this whole commotion... She could at least make sure it didn't get lost or stolen, she hated the vile thing with her entire being, but she knew she had to save the blasted thing. An idea popped into her head suddenly, a conversation she had with Astoria once running through her head as she reached for the clasp of her dress. Glaring at both men as clear panic crossed their features. "Don't look!" She whisper yelled as she dropped the heavy dress, at least having that off her shoulders as they both covered their faces, the white frilly bodice she wore underneath the only thing she had on left as she slipped past the curtain. Reminding herself to go about this quickly, quickly, quickly-

She had nearly made it as she beelined down the stairs, ignoring the quiet calls to come back from the idiots she just left behind as she hit the bottom step. Sighing with relief as she reached out to grab it. Only for another hand to reach as well. The girl prickling as she looked up, the beak of a bird gently poking at her nose as she did. Robin held fast as she tugged it forward surprising the man in front of her who broke away from the mess that surrounded her brother and his friend, a sudden panic seizing her as he pulled her forward with the crown. Think fast think fast think fast-

Before she thought too hard about it her hand moved to make the signs she was taught as a child, words that didn't sound like words falling past her lips before she grabbed the man's mask as he pulled her towards his chest forcing him to look at her blue eyes before she commanded him to "Drop."

And he did, going completely slack as she ran back with the crown and mask in hand, not wanting to look back at the carnage behind her as more screams ensued. For a spell she hadn't used before, that was quite the useful one.

Another harsh clang and once again was Octavian stabbed through the chest plate, the air knocking out of him once again as he watched Victor throw another man (or rather what was left of him) at the one who had done it, sending them both flying back as he fell harder onto the blade, piercing further into his chest and through his flesh, the searing pain making his vision blur as he tried to pull himself back off the floor, managing to sit up as he struggled to pull the blade out as Victor seemed finished with what was left of the maimed crew. Seventeen men seemed like a lot more fight than he remembered. Maybe Octavian really was getting old. 

"Who's alive-?" He muttered lightly as he looked at what they we're surrounded by. The only other person left breathing already under Victor's foot. Too bad that he brought it down much to hard for him to stay breathing, or useful. 

"We needed... one..." Octavian began to find it hard to breathe as he peered down to the holes in his clothes, one seeping a lot more blood than the others as he felt nauseous 'great, another scar' he thought grimly to himself, catching Victor's attention as he walked over to him, much more of a mess than he was before, now both of them akin to bloody nightmares. 

"Looks like you had actually gotten hurt. These men could've actually killed you Octavian." Victor stood him up, watching him stumble as he slipped through his blood. The man ignoring him as he looked around the room, pained expression filled with more frustration than anything else. "My crown, fell."

He took to counting the masks that where left strewn about. Trying to see if all seventeen where actually there, but in their shared carnage, he counted one less. "There's-"

The groan that came from behind them actually managed to startle, a bit away, at the foot of the stairs laying over himself like a ragdoll was the last man, maskless and attempting to move as if he had suddenly been paralyzed. "-One left. Don't kill this one..." 

Octavian managed to hold himself steady as he dragged in a ragged breath, Victor doing the only obedient thing thus far and going over to toss the survivor over his shoulders, the young man slurring incoherently about a witch of some sort... It hardly registered in his head, they were finally done for the moment as his vision began to swim again, he wanted to rest, to sit back down, to just close his eyes for a moment-

Castiago caught him as he nearly collapsed, told to leave after pestering Henri enough after handing him the poor servant he was playing with he made his way over to the commotion and swarm of running and more than intruiged by the mess both men made as he spotted them at the center of it all. Smile wide as he held onto the King as he passed out, eyes to the blood that seeped through his suit before looking back up to Victor. "Well, brother, seems you've exhausted the poor Queen."

"He'll be fine, he just needs his husband's kisses to make him feel better. I thought you'd get here before we finished." Victor said with a tilt of his head, he knew the magic Henri held could fix something like this, it had saved him from worse, the blond picking up the the man as he kicked away at a blade near his foot. Shrugging before thinking of the girl he found himself watching a tad bit too long, barely wearing clothes as she ran off with the crown he last saw on the man in his grip's head. 

"The party was a bit more fun to watch on the outside than I thought. Perhaps next time I'll step in."

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