Footsteps loudly clanked against a narrow pathway gleaming with sumptuous gold, striding movements causing your midnight blue dress to swoosh gently throughout the wind. You kept your head low, observantly watching how the luminous chains clutching your wrists rattled with each step you took.

A psychotic chuckle escaped your lips as an ironic thought had crossed your mind, your nails subconsciously digging into your palm.

You, the high ranking Demon of Fate, feared entity among others, and loyal subject of the King, were going on trial for committing an unlawful act towards all demonkind. You had managed to sneak into Headquarters—the nerve center of the underworld—and hinder with files containing subtle information in which is forbidden to be touched.

By the time you had finished what needed to be done, you were caught red-handed by the King's assistant Lyra as you went about your departure from Headquarters. There you were immediately demanded to be cuffed by two guardians.

However, since they all happened to get there after you've taken the course of action, they were unaware of the alternations you had made. For this reason, they couldn't just kill you on the spot—even though you'll most likely be sentenced for death acknowledging what you've done is deemed deserving of such a horrendous fate—you must first be subject to a confrontation with King Cipher, and there he shall decide upon your fate.

"Hey, chill out, would you? If you don't keep yourself together in there, you'll immediately be persecuted by the King for acting as a madwoman," the husky voice of one of the guardians following behind spoke.

"And that's really saying something coming from the King of psychosis," the other guardian added, both sharing a moment of witless laughter.

A visage of annoyance marked upon your features in response of the demons' mockery, though you humbly kept to yourself and remained quiet.

You raised your head once more as the infamous castle of the King's had appeared before you, flickering with soft monochrome. It stood in a landscape of tall grass and pines, withal lifeless of color, whispering quietly from the wisps of indistinguishable wind.

You stood numb as guardian two exchanged words between the speaker planted among the wall, accessing the trio to enter the gates composed of gold. Your body tensed as the creaking rang in your ear, though you nevertheless continued to insensibly move forward along the expanse of the pathway, as though your legs had a mind of their own.

Before long, you found yourself in the throne room of the King. It was a much more simple room compared to the rest of the perplexing castle, deeming its smaller size and hollow likeness. The only thing that occupied the rather gloomy room was vintage pillars aligning adjacent from one another and the King's throne, which was sourced with a beam of golden hue as to the oddly eye-shaped window hovering close behind it.

You swallowed dryly before you began sheepishly stroding the carpet stained of gold. You glanced upwards at the upcoming throne displaying two figures—the King and his little assistant whom has caused the entirety of this ruination for you.

She was casually perched upon the throne's arm, twirling her finger through her long lavender hair. She flashed you a teasing smile through her plum lipstick, causing you to glare in her direction.

You were never on the best terms with Lyra, though you believe it was out of mere jealousy for the cruel way she treats you. After all, she lives to serve the King with all her life, yet you were the one bestowed with his admiration and respect. But hey, it's only what's fair. Her job consists of running tasks and sucking up to the King, whereas you deal with eliminating the lives of victims. Seems like a big step from simply pouring tea, does it not?

You suddenly came to a standstill before the King's throne, gradually meeting your gaze with his singular eye glistering as though a beautiful amber gemstone lost in the waters.

"Well, well, well, look what we got here. . ." Bill began, carelessly swooshing around his steaming cup of tea. "I never thought I'd see the day when my own Demon of Fate would betray me. Oh, what was it again? You sneaking around Headquarters? Yeah, that's what it was. Mind telling me what the hell that was about?!"

A shaky breath escaped from your lips, though you restrained yourself from showing any prominent weakness. "Sir, you must hear me out. . . I didn't do anything detrimental towards anyone. I-I mean, not directly at least," you mumbled, averting your eyes.

"Then what is it that you've done?" he narrowed his eye with slight suspicion, before taking a sip at his steaming beverage.

You took a deep breath of reassurance, closing your eyes for a mid-second before gaining the courage to spill out the words, "I removed the name of Dipper Pines from the list of victims." 

Bill's singular eye immediately widened, nearly about to spit out his mouthful of tea—which, thankfully, he managed to force down his throat with a harsh gulp.

"What?!" His fists slammed down on the arms of his throne, causing his assistant to slightly jump in response. His draped gloves began to engulf in a blue fire, his once striking eye of amber discoloring to glossy ebony. "Why in the hell would you do that?!"

You winced at his raise of voice, sheepishly taking a step back in defense. "I, well, um. . ." you mumbled, eyes frantically flickering about the room.

"I, well, um," he mocked your words with an idiotic impression, shaking his hands in a false defense. "You what, [Name]? You've pitied the mortal? Shown sympathy on his soul?"

. . .Or is it that you've grown a forbidden attachment to your meatsack counterpart?"

Your body fell tense as to his question, your eyes subconsciously widening. Your mind had gone completely blank on you, unable for your tongue to respond in defense. Though, the more you remained quiet, you felt an unusual warmth rise to your cheek—which you assumed became prominent to the King, deeming his sudden disgusted expression.

"Pathetic—you've ended countless of lives over the centuries, and only now you dare to fail your name as a Demon of Fate. . . ? It's because of weak demons like yourself who develop irrational feelings cause jeopardy for the entire Underworld!

If the mortals continue to carry on with their prolonged lives, they'll eventually interfere with the timeframe of our plans for liberation, and we'll never be free from this hellhole!" He once more thrown his hands down in frustration.

"You should be ashamed of yourself for causing such havoc to your colony. You're nothing more than a useless form of energy, taking up matter with your presence," he hissed, accusingly waving a finger at you.

You clenched your teeth at his spiteful words, supressing yourself from losing your temper. You straightened your posture, taking in a deep, yet expaserated sigh before a solemn frown traced down your features.

"Yeah, well it's demons like myself that have actually proved to be worthy of change. If we all acted according to your rules, we'd all eventually turn on each other with our bloodthirsty mindsets and they'll be no such thing of 'liberation.'

You set your soldiers up for failure with all your senseless rules, then dismiss them as if it was their faults. Well news flash, darling—you're no king worthy of glory if you think it works that way. I'd much rather be known as the Underworld's most wanted criminal than partake in your insanity, because I don't regret a fucking thing I did."

With that being said, everyone in the room had became violently quiet, expressions as though deers in headlights. Bill was narcotized on your confidence to stand up to him like that, and it was quite obvious that he wasn't used to receiving conflict—especially from someone who ranks lower than him.

The silence broke as the blond stood from his throne, the impact of his feet hitting ground emitting a rumbling noise. His monumental height towered over the trio over demons, his shadow looming about.

Your breath hitched at your sight, fingertips trembling speedily and heart thumping terribly against your ribcage. Your body became static as he extended his arm out rather freakishly, his awfully cold fingers rubbing against the nape of your neck.

He bunched together the hem of your dress, effortlessly heaving your figure into the air to meet with him face-to-face. You began to take rather strained breaths, as for the tightened fabric around your throat made breathing a difficult task.

"I granted you a life thousands would die for, and you repay me with this repulsive attitude?" he spat through gritted teeth. "Why must you be so ungrateful towards your creator?!"

You struggled from his grasp with the kick of your dangling legs, but to no avail due to being cuffed. You felt nauseous in your stomach, both from your physical state and speaking so carelessly to the one you've been loyal to all your life. You could've tried reasoning with him instead, but that wouldn't be much of a help, now would it? You had to spread the truth one way or another, and this just happens to be the way it transpires.

He finally released his grasp on you, sending you across the room with an effortless attempt. A painful whimper escaped your lips as your back forcefully slammed into the wall, your hip and elbows harshly meeting with the cold flooring.

"Don't worry about becoming a criminal, dear. . ." he gradually began to approach you once more, your head weakly raising to only meet with his form looking down upon you.

"because your ass is fucking dead."

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Okay, let me just start with saying I'm sooooo sorry for the prolonged wait. I had lost my motivation for awhile now, hence why I took a long break from writing. Although besides me juggling around with school, I plan on following a regular schedule with updating my chapters, even more so now that I was able to explore further into the story's plot within my months of break. This should also help with ease when writing.

Thank you to everyone who stuck around until my lazy ass actually got struck with motivation 😂 I promise this time I'll try my best not to disappoint you guys.

Love y'all, weirdos! 💕