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Dark sat upon his shadowy throne, sword lazily placed on his crossed legs. A small knight had infiltrated his castle a while ago – he hadn’t thought them much of a threat before, but the little fighter had been steadily mowing down any minion he could throw at them.
And now, the little knight stood in front of his throne, their shiny armor barely scratched from the previous fighting. It was almost annoyingly bright to look at, just like their short sword.
“Tsk,” He clicked his tongue in irritation. “I need to find myself underlings who aren’t as much of a waste of space it seems.” “I won’t let you terrorize my homeland anymore, evil overlord!” the little knight shouted, pointing his sword at the king of darkness. “You will fall by my blade!”
Dark just rolled his eyes, faking a yawn. “Oh really? I’ll have you know that I am prophesized to rule this land for all eternity unless the hero of shadow comes to defeat me.” “I AM the hero of shadows! My name is Prince Shadow, foul king!” the little knight retorted, making Dark sit up straight in his throne. This little pipsqueak was supposed to be the fated hero? “You don’t look like a prince to me.” He scoffed angrily, taxing the small frame in front of him. This was a KID. But their red eyes burned with a determination fit of a royal, little mouth pressed into a thin line.
Adorable. Agh, stay in character!
Slowly, Dark got off his throne, grabbing his sword firmly in his right hand. “Well then little Prince. I’m not one to back away from a challenge - let’s see if you have the power to fulfill your prophecy.” With that he pointed his black blade towards the Prince’s red one. The Prince shared his fierce will to battle it seemed, as he immediately dashed forward, clashing their weapons together, but the King merely chuckled.
“Is this what you call power, Prince?” Dark teased, elegantly moving to the side when the young Prince came in to attack again, causing the red sword to crash into the throne with a thump. “Why the weak display? Are you afraid to hurt me?” the King mocked, swishing his black blade through the air carelessly. Eyes blazing, the kid whirled around, immediately coming after him and managing to crash their swords together once more, this time with a lot more force. “Don’t mock me!!” the little Prince wrenched out while attempting another – easily blocked – hit on the King, eyes narrow.
Dark barked a mean laugh, easily swiping at the Prince’s wrist, which sent the red blade scattering to the floor. Pointing the tip of the black sword at the kid, he smirked. “You are no match for me, little Prince. Come try again in another lifetime, will you?”
But as Dark tried to land the final blow, his sword got reflected by a bright flash of light. Hissing a few choice words, Dark stumbled back a few steps, temporarily blinded. “Agh, right in the eyes! What foul magic did you bring here?!” He frantically swiped at his eyes in an attempt to clear the blur in his vision – when he could focus again, he saw that the Prince was holding an amulet in his little fist, which was encased with a beautiful glow. “This is the amulet of light!” he declared proudly. “Why would the sun bless the Prince of Shadows with its light?!” Dark growled, trying to reach for his sword, only to notice that he had dropped it when he had gotten flashbanged earlier. It was lying to the Prince’s feet, and the kid now bent down to pick it up.
Brandishing both the amulet of light and the black blade, the little Prince confidently stepped closer to the King, who shrunk away from the combined power of the artifacts. “By the power of light and shadows, I banish you from this world!”
And with that, the Prince had reached the King, stabbing his own sword into his chest.
Dark faltered to the floor, letting out a pained moan.
“What are you guys doing?” a confused voice interrupted him, coming from the office door.
“PAPA! You’re home!” Shadow hopped over to Mirror, immediately clinging to his legs. “Hi there sweetie,” Mirror smiled. “So… either of you care to explain why the office is a mess, why YOU are covered in aluminum foil,“ -he looked at Shadow- “and why YOU are on the floor.” He finished – Dark could feel his husband’s soft gaze lock on him, despite having his own eyes closed.
The black knight didn’t move a muscle, toy sword still stuck in his armpit. “Can’t explain, I’m dead.” “Corpses don’t talk, dear.” Mirror retorted, sounding amused. “I defeated the evil overlord!” Shadow stated proudly, pointing at the ‘corpse’. “Dad’s the best villain!” That got Mirror to laugh, a beautiful sound that made Dark blush despite his best efforts not to. “Well maybe the tomato colored corpse would like something to eat. I brought takeout.”
“FUCK YES FOOD!” Shadow, in all of his aluminum foil armored glory, shot out of the room like a rocket, little footsteps zooming off towards the kitchen. "Get your brother into his chair, will you?" Mirror called after the kid, before strolling over to his unmoving husband, kneeling on the floor next to him. Dark could feel some of those beautifully soft feathers swish over his legs, the slight gust of wind they brought smelling like that familiar mixture of lavender and fabric softener. “Still being dead?” the angel hummed, his gentle voice mesmerizing to Dark’s ears, yet he still refused to open his eyes. “Yep.” “Dear me. How am I gonna fix this?” Mirror sighed with a joking undertone.
Then there was another rustle of feathers - and suddenly Dark felt a pair of soft lips press against his own. It was brief, and as Mirror tried to pull away, the ‘corpse’ suddenly came to life, grabbing his husband’s head to pull him back down into a deeper kiss. “You keep telling me not to snack before dinner, but you taste an awful lot like hot chips again.” Dark smirked, opening his eyes to look at his angel. Mirror had a wonderful touch of red in his cheeks, and an even more beautiful smile on his face. “Says the one tasting like gummys. I saw the wrapper on the desk.”
In that moment, Shadow’s small footsteps approached the door again. “Hey Papa, Echo's crying-“ Shadow interrupted himself while coming to a skidding halt in the doorway. “Ew! Get a room!” he complained, pointedly turning his back towards his parents. “This IS a room you little shit.” Dark retorted, thought his smirk was audible in his voice. “Whatever asshat! I’m hungry!” “Hi hungry, I’m dad.” Dark blurted out before he could stop himself, earning a cute chuckle from Mirror and an exasperated groan from the kid. “I’m eating alone if you don’t come!” With that – very pouty – statement, Shadow stomped out of the room again.
There was a brief pause.
“Well, he takes after you in drama.” Mirror hummed, getting back up before extending a hand to his husband. “Food, dear?” “He’s worse. But yes.” Usually Dark wouldn’t stoop down to the level of allowing someone to help him up, but Mirror was an exception.
It definitely wasn’t an excuse to hold the other’s warm hand while going to the kitchen, either.
“What did you get?” “Chicken Nuggets.” Mirror hummed, happily holding onto his husband’s hand.
“Fuck, I love you.”
“I love you too dear.”