King of the Unknown
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Paranormal/Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,576
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
King of the Unknown
Prologue
The king walked into the foyer, he noticed that there was always a table that sat in front of him with a generous amount of food. The king of the unknown was always pleased with the work his butlers did, and he always thanked them profusely.
As he took his seat on the throne, which sat at the end of the foyer in front of the table. The table in front of him had 33 chairs to seat the king and queens of different animals, abilities, and the fair folk of the council.
Tonight there was going to be an execution, and the king wanted an audience with all the royal families high rulers, and the accused. It would serve as fair as a trial the prisoner would deserve if anything. Someone had betrayed the king of birds and succeeded in killing one of his sons.
The high rulers came into the foyer and took their seats some of them started eating while others asked for alcoholic beverages. There was three seats missing at the end of the table, which were suppose to seat: The king of sound and sight, The king of all cats, and The queen of karma...
Once they were all seated the king stood raising his hands motioning for them to quiet down.
"Bring in the prisoner," the king yelled the doors opened showing a man in shackles, cuffs, and chains linking his hands and feet together. He was held by both arms by the guards pushing him along. He had on jeans, and a white t-shirt, no shoes, no socks. He looked about six feet tall, his eyes were set a deep blue, his nose was crooked, which meant it had been broken a couple times. He had scars up and down his arm, but some of the tribal tattoos covered them up. His shoulders were broad, he was built like a brick house on steroids.
The guards provided him with a chair, which sat between the kings throne and the table. They pushed him down into the chair, which was almost too small for the prisoner.
The king sat down and asked the young man, "why do you sit before me?"
The prisoner said nothing his face devoid of emotions.
"Speak!" The king yelled willing the prisoner to do so. His mouth moved, but nothing came out he seemed to be confused as to why he was trying to speak when it wasn't his own doing. The king noticed that he couldn't speak he was mute. One of the queens at the table said sounding exasperated, "a human." Her voice was full of the surprise and disgust that was plainly written on her face.
Everyone started talking at once because this was a catastrophe. Everyone knew that you didn't bring humans into the affairs of mystical folk. It was the one thing that was known by all fair folk: vampires, fae, wolfen, elven, and witches etc.
The king held up his hand massaging his temples and they all quieted down, and yet the mans mouth was still moving soundlessly, slowly. The king snapped his fingers at the prisoner and said, "sleep."
His head fell to the side, and his whole body fell out of the chair his head hit the hard tile like a ton of bricks. No one moved to pick him up because no one cared anymore. The punishment for bringing humans into the affairs was death for the human and the one who supplied the intel...
"Nameless," the king said unsure if he was here. The king of thought and sex stood, "yes, my king?"
Nameless wore a red cloak made of silk with the hood always raised over his head so no one knew what his features were, and when the hood was off there was a porcelain mask over his face. He never wore shoes, nor a shirt, just pants with a frog around his waist with a long navy blue dagger inside it along with the sheath, which was also navy blue. His left nipple was pierced along with a tribal tattoo that was two inches below his belly button that slightly disappeared into his pants. Directly underneath his belly button were two piercings side by side each made of gold each with a real black and regular diamond. There was also a tribal tattoo around his neck that was in place where a necklace would be. He was the epitome of sex appeal being a demi god and elven, but he wasn't needed for that tonight.
"See what you can get out of him as to who put him up to this... Dig as much as you want I don't give a fuck he's gonna be dead tomorrow anyways. I don't think anyone is going to care whether or not his brain is scrambled..."
The guards carried the prisoner away as Nameless followed right on their heels.
When the doors were closed the king addressed the high rulers that were left. "The three empty chairs towards the end. I need someone to go talk to the these three kings, and, or queens. I need to know where they stand on whether or not they want to join the courts. And have a say so in the laws that govern most of us and them, or whatever the fact may be... It does not matter if you do it personally just get it done..."
The king walked into the foyer, he noticed that there was always a table that sat in front of him with a generous amount of food. The king of the unknown was always pleased with the work his butlers did, and he always thanked them profusely.
As he took his seat on the throne, which sat at the end of the foyer in front of the table. The table in front of him had 33 chairs to seat the king and queens of different animals, abilities, and the fair folk of the council.
Tonight there was going to be an execution, and the king wanted an audience with all the royal families high rulers, and the accused. It would serve as fair as a trial the prisoner would deserve if anything. Someone had betrayed the king of birds and succeeded in killing one of his sons.
The high rulers came into the foyer and took their seats some of them started eating while others asked for alcoholic beverages. There was three seats missing at the end of the table, which were suppose to seat: The king of sound and sight, The king of all cats, and The queen of karma...
Once they were all seated the king stood raising his hands motioning for them to quiet down.
"Bring in the prisoner," the king yelled the doors opened showing a man in shackles, cuffs, and chains linking his hands and feet together. He was held by both arms by the guards pushing him along. He had on jeans, and a white t-shirt, no shoes, no socks. He looked about six feet tall, his eyes were set a deep blue, his nose was crooked, which meant it had been broken a couple times. He had scars up and down his arm, but some of the tribal tattoos covered them up. His shoulders were broad, he was built like a brick house on steroids.
The guards provided him with a chair, which sat between the kings throne and the table. They pushed him down into the chair, which was almost too small for the prisoner.
The king sat down and asked the young man, "why do you sit before me?"
The prisoner said nothing his face devoid of emotions.
"Speak!" The king yelled willing the prisoner to do so. His mouth moved, but nothing came out he seemed to be confused as to why he was trying to speak when it wasn't his own doing. The king noticed that he couldn't speak he was mute. One of the queens at the table said sounding exasperated, "a human." Her voice was full of the surprise and disgust that was plainly written on her face.
Everyone started talking at once because this was a catastrophe. Everyone knew that you didn't bring humans into the affairs of mystical folk. It was the one thing that was known by all fair folk: vampires, fae, wolfen, elven, and witches etc.
The king held up his hand massaging his temples and they all quieted down, and yet the mans mouth was still moving soundlessly, slowly. The king snapped his fingers at the prisoner and said, "sleep."
His head fell to the side, and his whole body fell out of the chair his head hit the hard tile like a ton of bricks. No one moved to pick him up because no one cared anymore. The punishment for bringing humans into the affairs was death for the human and the one who supplied the intel...
"Nameless," the king said unsure if he was here. The king of thought and sex stood, "yes, my king?"
Nameless wore a red cloak made of silk with the hood always raised over his head so no one knew what his features were, and when the hood was off there was a porcelain mask over his face. He never wore shoes, nor a shirt, just pants with a frog around his waist with a long navy blue dagger inside it along with the sheath, which was also navy blue. His left nipple was pierced along with a tribal tattoo that was two inches below his belly button that slightly disappeared into his pants. Directly underneath his belly button were two piercings side by side each made of gold each with a real black and regular diamond. There was also a tribal tattoo around his neck that was in place where a necklace would be. He was the epitome of sex appeal being a demi god and elven, but he wasn't needed for that tonight.
"See what you can get out of him as to who put him up to this... Dig as much as you want I don't give a fuck he's gonna be dead tomorrow anyways. I don't think anyone is going to care whether or not his brain is scrambled..."
The guards carried the prisoner away as Nameless followed right on their heels.
When the doors were closed the king addressed the high rulers that were left. "The three empty chairs towards the end. I need someone to go talk to the these three kings, and, or queens. I need to know where they stand on whether or not they want to join the courts. And have a say so in the laws that govern most of us and them, or whatever the fact may be... It does not matter if you do it personally just get it done..."