As much as this city was beautiful , it was sinful. Mark realised this when he reached the glittering city of Venice , roaming around in the narrow streets by the canals .

It was midnight and he was drunk on ale.

Drunk, heavy-hearted , broken and sad Mark , walking like a drunkard on the streets of Venice. Mark never would've realized how madly he loved Venezia until the thought of her leaving him forever haunted his mind. This was the pain he could never neglect.

It was almost like he has lost his mind. He was angry but how would he show it , besides getting wasted, he had no clue.
Maybe ale lifted his pain, it was so deep that it was unbearable.

When he lifted his gaze , all he could see was the blurry vision of street lights piercing through his eyes and faint noises of women and men, laughing together . As if they were laughing at him, getting pathetically failed in his life, after losing everything he loved. So he decided to lower his gaze and continue walking to nowhere .

The darkness of the night in Venice made him think of her again . The day they met , her deadly stares but also her soggy eyes staring at him in front of the tavern , where he held her close for the first time .

Her laugh and whispers , how the thought of her rejoiced him but also gave him utmost pain. Even if he never got to see her before she died, the ghost of her thought kept haunting him like anything. He missed her so much that it almost felt like talking about it out loud.

So his drunk self started talking .

He stood beside the very next man , who was leaning against the wall. He hunched on him forcibly and started talking about her as freely as he wanted to . Without giving it much of a thought .

The man was in a complete black attire along with a black hat as his only accessory. He was a bad news for Mark for the least to be said. He just finished one of his murder missions and It annoyed the shit out of him knowing that he is accompanied by a lone drunkard , blabbering randomly by the streets.

Annoyed and irritated , he wondered how could he entertain such a boy instead of beating him to death. Just when he tried to throw him off , his vision fell on a silver crystal brooch that he was wearing . It shone in the darkness of that night like a moon , and obviously he was immediately tempted by it. At that moment , he knew that it's a rich and loaded boy who hung up to him and all he could think was another bait of his earning for tonight .

So, he acted out like his friend and initiated a conversation back ... "What is your name boy ?"

"Huhh??" Mark lifted his eyes when he caught attention by the voice of the man he was hunching on for so long. But he didn't care much less , and pulled all his weight of his shoulder all over again , remorseing about his life "I'm mark , a prince who has nothing else to live for." He replied sourly.

A prince ... A prince !? The man with the black hat got his mind dazzled over the fact that a lame drunk man who he caught by the streets was none other than a prince . "Either he is a con artist who has lost his mind from the liquor he is consuming or either he really is a prince. Which means money." He thought to himself . After a while he decided to take him in , by grabbing his arms and lifting him in order to make him walk.

On the dark alleyway of Venice , he kept on intending a conversation in order to make him not notice where he was taking him. "Alrighty then , tell me more about her Prince Mark"

"She's the one who messed up my life like nothing else happened in the first place, I wish I would have never met her and aandd..." Mark's voice slows down slowly "never loved her" he bluffs in his drunkenness and follows the footsteps of the black mysterious man who was taking him to nowhere.

Confused and sad , mark kicks up a trash can, in frustration.

"Hmm , it's always the "she" that makes life interesting or pathetic. But, you know what your highness?? If you use that she as a tool or an object , that she will never hurt you." The mysterious man spoke in his course deep low voice when they soon reached in between the dingy streets of a brothel.

The brothel is also where he worked in, he brought them business and in return they gave him a home sweet home. "So look , I present you so many shes out here who are used to have been treated as an object. They will never intend to provide you any kind of displeasure, all they do is give you pleasure. Go ahead, hmm?" He gave him a slight nudge and pushed him forward on his own. And his work here was done! He took a few steps back and leaned against a side counter, continuing taking the deal out with the madam of this brothel.

Mark smiled and talked to himself while looking down , "it's always about the she's". His head spins one more time when he felt the slight push from his back and looked up feeling completely clueless. Mark had no idea where he was , and how did he ended up here. He was too drunk to understand and process all what was going around him and by the time he could get his vision right , he saw beautiful women covered in light silhouettes with a sly and naughty smile on their faces approaching him.

They looked at him like they wanted to worship him which in return freaked him out but he tried to stay put. He Resisted by taking a step back. After a short while , the madam of the brothel approached Mark and asked him "so which one of my girls would you like to have ??"

Mark was confused.

It took a little while for him to set his mind straight and understand everything . He corrected his blurry vision and saw three girls approaching towards him. One of which literally had same eyes as Venezia .

Which again reminded him of Venezia. All the suffering and the sole reason why she left him alone in the world like this broke him. But upon seeing Maria, his emotions turned into rage. Because anger is the only thing he could show right now.

He never wanted to be weak like before. "He is not weak" he thought to himself while pushing Maria against the wall.

Unfortunately Maria was held in between Mark's steady and rough hands. Her neck help tight under his grip.

Mark looked at her , while keeping hold of her and kept telling himself 

"it's not her , it's not her ... " a tear fell from his eyes. 

Maria's same innocent face captivated him and his fragile masculinity made him act up.

He screamed to himself one last time in reassurance "IT'S NOT HER !!" And pushed her against the wall again. 

"Aahh!!" Some girls screamed and everyone in that hall were scared but Maria wasn't. Maria clearly understood what he was going through something, maybe a tragic or some past trauma ? She thought to herself in her mind.

Heavily breathing Mark was staring at her, standing in front . He darted in anger towards Maria and punched the wall just parallel to her face .

This situation was now frightening to both Maria and others inside the hall.

The mysterious black man knocked him out from behind as his only solution to this situation and took him in.

"Don't worry , he's my responsibility now!" He reassured the madam. He was embarrassed and angry. 

"But you never take responsibility of anything eh.." She replied calmly while filing her nails.

The whole hall awkwardly chuckled. 

He picked him up on his shoulders with a jug of beer of the other hand and quietly went upstairs. 

Endnote : How are we feeling guys? Do we have a good perception about this mysterious new personality that has entered Mark's life? Do you think he'll be safe with him? 

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