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“Why the fuck do you have that accent,” Kult said, like it was the one piece of the puzzle he couldn’t stand not knowing.
The boy threw both arms out at his sides with a huge grin. “Because it’s bloody adorable,” he cried with a wide-eyed laugh. “Hard to kill?” He passed his smile over all of them. “I’m right, yeah? We’ve always thought this?” He turned, showing his naked scrawny ass, like that was part of the charm. Facing them again, he grabbed his penis, shaking the flaccid meat at them. “Two days and my wanker’s gonna be bigger than all yous. Ask me how I know?” he dared, his laugh reminding Harlow what a machine gun might sound like while mowing his ass down with it.
“I don’t think you’re cuteat all,” Kult seethed, stepping closer to the glass. The boy went in reverse while the patches of black on his skin spread out like ink in alcohol.
“He sensed a threat,” Quantum observed.
“I’m equipped for those,” the boy said, or warned. “All sorts in fact.” He shot a look at Quantum. “I made it so they evolve with me, yeah?” His wary smile flashed. “I’m gonna be your best soldier,” he informed with a happy, proud nod before getting back to worrying about Kult.
“You remember me? Handy?”
The boy whipped his gaze to Atlas. “What sort of question is that, mate? You’re part of me.” He eyed all of them. “All of you are. Even you,” he said to Quantum. “But I’m notHandy,” he said, his smile bright again. “I’m all of us. Just like it used to be. He looked at Sync. “You showed me how.Imade us intoone.That’s what’s in here now,” he said, tapping his temple with grins and giggles. “We’reallhere. Just like old times.” He held his arms out again, laughing. “I’m Kaphas,” he said, to the ten stunned eyeballs aimed at him. “Kaphas King! Kult, Atlas, Pain, Harlow, Augustine and Sync. And now King. We’re alloneagain!”
Kult turned and walked off, takingKaphas’smile with him.
“Where you goin’ bruv?” he wondered, looking at Harlow. “Where’s he goin’? I did it for him too, yeah?”
Harlow couldn’t unhinge his jaw even if he had words.
“Ihadto do it that way,” he said to Sync and Atlas who went after him. “Was the only way King would let her go, tell em’,” he half pled to Quantum. “I was protecting our bruv. We always protected him. Westilldo!” He banged his fists on the glass when Quantum turned next and Harlow followed, not wanting to be left alone with their freaky half-spawned selves.
“I was protecting our bruvva, you pieces of shite! Tell Pain! I saved him! I saved all yous ungratefulfucks!And then you left me in the dark! Youallfucking left me to rot in the dark!”
This wasn’t happening. Fucking unbelievable.
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LORE THREW OFF THEcovers and sat up in bed, frustrated. Only a day there with two more to go and already he was being manipulated by hisbat lusts.He headed out of his room needing to unravel the auditory mysteries occurring in the massive castle. “At such ungodly hours,” he muttered, making his way to the source while humming out a frequency that took the edge off of the incessant sexual arousal. It was as though his cock had become some sort of tuning device, intercepting and tasting all sound, each one having its very own effect on it. It left him with a permanent hard-on and the need to manipulate sound more than usual just to quell the anomaly. The problem was this anomaly came with great pleasure, requiring him to use his gifts on himself more than anything else.
He shot up the stairs toward the distraction that gave him the most sexual duress. The problem with hisconditionis that it required no female to bring on the reaction. His cock was likely being strummed by the whisper of a weathervane on the very top of the castle’s roof.
The moment he arrived on the third floor landing, he knew he was wrong. The whispers were not mechanical, but human. Coming from a flock of them, it seemed. He slowly rounded the corner of one corridor as he got closer to the sharp race of erratic breaths over his gifts. And yet he discerned only two bodies as he continued on. Female. They were searching for something and one of them was quite emotional over it.
“Handy!”
He stopped in his tracks out of sight at the name. Was this the Handy he’d learned about with Dr. Harlow?
“Handy where are you?”
Surely it couldn’t be if they were searching for him since he was not technically... something one could search for.
“Sister,” the other female pled, the compassionate whisper strumming Lore’s body. “He’s not here, but we can continue the searchfirstthing in the morning, right after prayers.”
Lore remained out of sight at the corner of the corridor, watching the vision. Two angels in white gowns reaching their bare feet.
“They’ve done something with him,” the brown haired girl wept, her sorrow compelling all his gifts to soothe. “I justknowthey did, they’re angry with him but he’snota bad person,” she assured with heated conviction.
“Of course he isn’t,” the other one quietly said, petting her hand over the girl’s head. “And wewillfind him, you’ll see. We’ll pray and ask God to lead our steps but you have to rest so you can hear properly.”
Lore’s gaze moved over her waist-long hair. The striking illusion of glowing copper in the form of silk was the result of the hallway illumination, surely. His curiosity grew greater than his need to remain unseen, drawing him from the shadows.
He approached with a quiet, “Excuse me,” infused with a soothing resonance, gaining their instant attention. “I heard voices,” he hurried, adding calming frequencies that turned their fear into curiosity. At a five-foot distance, his bat disease absorbed the stare of the female with the smoldering hair as it moved along him from top to bottom, not missing an inch. Her gaze returned back up, then stopped, reminding him of his attire and that the robe was not sufficiently closed.
“Who are you?” the distraught girl whispered. “You’re new here?”
He wanted to answer her, but his gaze was too busy with the sound of the other female’s breaths in connection to her hot stare and how they both formed a glove around his cock. She closed her eyes, the skin on her brow indicating a strain he wanted to decipher.
“Are you related to the Kings?” the teary voiced one asked.
