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He sat there, with bated breath, awaiting your return. He’d seen you before, he knew that, even though his memory was hazy. You were so kind to him, so understanding, so sweet, and so thoughtful. He couldn't remember why though, but that didn't matter to him, you were perfect. You had such a loving smile, and he could feel his heart racing at the mere thought of you. You were his drug, something he needed to satiate his near-impossible addiction.
It's been years since the fall of his lady, and he was impatient. He felt empty, without purpose, and even more cold without her fiery stare forcing him into obedience. She’d come back, he told himself, a lie that kept him going through his motionless nights, as though only her words could spring him into action. It was a pathetic existence, one not fitting of somebody of his power.
You’ll destroy anyone that gets in my way, simian, it’s your destiny.
He could still remember being under her command, he remembered screams, a burning sensation, and then nothing. He remembered feeling warmth again, for just a moment, until he felt a chill come over him once again, and his sanity fell right through his fingers once again.
So came his surprise when he found another master, a rather cute one at that. He was told about him by the chief-of-war of their predecessor. He never liked him, his paper-white eyes that were void of sanity and empathy, his far too wide smile that looked inhumane, and the fact that his presence always brought back painful memories. But he still listened to him, since he was really all he had left of his old life and his lady.
"They’ll continue the work of our lady, and bring this entire world to its knees. They’ll give you a purpose."
So that’s why he tracked you down, and why he was now waiting for your return.
He leaned against the window frame, thumping his tail against the stool in anticipation. It would be entirely silent if not for his occasional faint purrs and the sound of the bustling city. But he couldn’t care less about stealth now, no, not when his destiny was about to finally be fulfilled. He would have a new liege, a caring one, one that brought him love and affection. They might even rid him of that terrible chief, leaving the two of them together, alone. They might even hold him, make him feel loved, and…
He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a slammed door, causing his fur to stand up in shock. He noticed you walking into the room with disheveled hair and bags beneath your eyes. You held your phone to your ear with a grip that could snap a metal beam in half. His heart broke when he noticed your wet cheeks.
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“Damn it…why did I even bother?!” You said, with an air of dolefulness that made his heart break even further. “I’m so stupid…”
You were hurt, somebody had dared to hurt you. His nails dug into your poor windowsill, chipping away at the white paint and splitting the wood.
“I mean, I should've noticed something was off when they texted me at all. I mean they…they…”
Your friend on the phone called out your name, but your mind had already gone to your window. You didn't find yourself meant with the view of the city you’d grown accustomed to, but rather two glowing eyes staring back at you. The figure’s shadow shielded most of the light, leaving your room much more dark than it should've been. Its claws, or something close to that, were still digging into your windowsill, making the figure look even more menacing.
If not for your friend calling out to you one more time and making you turn away for a second, you might’ve noticed it speed away, letting your room be filled with moonlight once again.
“I’m sorry, I thought I heard something.” You rubbed your eyes, feeling your eye bags against your fingers. “I think I need more sleep, honestly. I might be hallucinating right now.”
“I think you should, your eye bags could carry an entire house.”
You frowned.
“Shut up.”
A loud crash interrupted your conversation a second time, breaking what little tranquility you had. You quickly ran to the living room, leaving your phone on the floor.
The sight was devastating. Your window was destroyed, almost comically so, leaving your floor covered in glass, wood, and scattered paint chips. You were afraid to even step forward, in fear of getting your feet cut. You winced at the sight of broken glass, adding to your already cluttered home. It’d managed to also make a mess of your curtains on the way in, leaving them a torn-up mess. But what really surprised you was what caused the damage.
You got a better look at the figure now, and while you were downright terrified, you couldn't deny the blush on your cheeks. He was well-built but still had a rather soft and round face. He had soft brown fur that was shiny, voluminous, and so fluffy that it put the softest blankets to shame. He had a silver chest plate that curved at his shoulders. His entire suit was covered with expensive fabrics, a sea of blues and whites. His hair was tied up with a light-blue bandana but done so in a way that let some of it hang out. His tail was slightly curved, and his claws were hidden away in his hands, but you could still feel the danger in his presence.
You didn't dare move, you weren't even sure where you would go, since he’d be able to catch up to you in an instant. So you stood there, eyes shut, awaiting the death you were sure would come. But nothing came, to your surprise.
All you got was your trouble was a faint thumping noise, which urged you to open your eyes. Was…was he hitting his tail on the floor?
“Uh…”
“My liege!”
Before you could even respond to his words, he’d already bolted across the room and pounced onto you like a happy puppy. You recoiled when your back hit the floor. Whoever this guy was, he had the strength of a tank.
“Um, could you get off of me please?”
“Oh, of course! My apologies.” He leaned off of you, reaching his hand out to help you stand. You took it without thinking, mostly because you were still recovering from the shock of a monkey demon appearing in your apartment. You were barely able to talk, but he, however, had no such qualms.
“Are you alright now, my liege?”
“I’m fine.” You said, with a shaky tone.
“You’re not.” You paused at that, confused. He looked at you with concern, and grabbed your hand, putting it between his own. “What is bothering you, my liege?”
“Why do you care, exactly? I don't even think I know you.”
“I don't need to know you to understand that I’m meant to be in your service.” He explained, “If someone made you upset, I’ll gladly slaughter them for you. I would destroy the heavens, the underworld, and everything beyond even that if it made you happy.”
“I don't know why I should tell you,” You sighed, “It was just my co-workers.” You didn’t elaborate, but he seemed to understand the message. You could still hear their laughs, repeating in your head like a broken record.
You weren't left in your sorrows for much longer though, when those blue eyes took your attention. He pulled you towards the couch while you made sure not to step on any of the glass. His hands grabbed your waist, letting him pull himself into your lap. His hands were so cold, but they grew warmer with every second as if you were sharing your own heat with him. He looked up at you with a warm smile, while you were barely able to speak.
“I’m sorry for the mess, my liege.” He said, nearly whimpering. “I won't make that mistake again,” He grimaced, “lest you wish for glass to rain on your adversaries.” He pulled himself up a little more, now resting on your chest rather than your legs. You shuddered when you felt his tail wrapping itself around your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze.
“Please say something, my liege. A face as mesmerizing as yours must have a voice to match it.”
He must've gone and stolen your breath along with your heart, and he knew it too, the smug bastard. Those eyes of his were the same blue that comforted you on summer afternoons, just a bit lighter than the shine of a lake, but darker than a cloudless sky. But now, they were taunting you.
“I’m going to whisk you away from this mundane life of yours, and give you the world of enchantment and beauty a flower like you deserve.” He nuzzled into the crook of your neck.
“So you’re not going to let me go to work, at all?” You tried pushing his head off of you, but he was surprisingly stiff. “I have a job to get back to, and co-workers who will probably notice I’m gone. I can't get fired, you know.”
“Those coworkers are not your friends. If they really cared for you, they wouldn't do something that cruel to you, something so unjust.” His grip on you became tighter. “You shouldn't put yourself through such grueling tasks. No, my liege, your job should be being the subject of my everlasting adoring gaze and constant affection.” He pauses, before looking down at you, making you realize that he was now pinning you to the couch. “What is your name?”
“What?”
“Your name, although you only deserve the proper titles to address you, I still feel as though I need to know your name.” His gaze softened. “Please tell me, to call to you is to call my own heart.” His tail squeezes your thigh again, a bit higher this time, but more loose.
“[Name], I’m [Name]. But what about you?”
“You may refer to me however you wish, my name is whatever you want it to be. Your champion, your knight, your servant, it doesn't matter. All I want is to hear your voice, that is more rewarding than any mere name.”
“Why are you so…oddly flirty?” You asked, making his eyes widen. “I mean, I’m flattered and everything even though you broke my window, but do you need to do all this?”
“I just wished to show my devotion to you, my liege.” He looked down, “I’m not sure why my feelings for you feel…foreign, yet so familiar to me. I just know that I need this, that I need you.”
“But do you want me?” He looked up, somehow more attentive than before at your words. “You keep mentioning what you ‘need’ and what I ‘want’, but what about yourself? What do you want?”
“I…” He trailed off, as though he were trying to find the words. “I want you to hold me.”
“Mhm, and what else?” He loosened his grip on you, letting you use your hand to start stroking his head.
“And, I think I want you to reward me like this, every time I do a good job, every time I serve you.” His words slowly lost their meaning the more you stroked him, being replaced with a soft purr.
“Do you think that, or do you know?” You teased, earning a pout from him.
“I…I know.” It was hard for him to speak. You were stealing his thoughts from him with every touch. His hair felt so soft, and it was so well-brushed, it was running through your fingers like water,
“Did you brush your hair before you came here?” You asked, in such a sweet tone that made his ear twitch.
“Mhm…”
“Oh, you did that for me?”
“Of course I did, my liege.”