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The explosion threw him high in the air, Ren’s entire body turning red with pain as the side of his face burned away. When he fell back to the ground, he collapsed fully, whole body going limp beside those of Jimmy and Skizzle.
When Ren blinked his eyes open, they were no longer green. He sat up in the basement of Renchanting, looking around at his friendly shop. His cheer had gone with the green sparkles in his eyes, a shop turning to a fortress.
Ren had tried to be kind. Ren had tried to be friendly. Ren had been tricked.
“Ren man that was quite the explosion!” Martyn said as he entered the shop.
Ren fixed his with his new, almost hungry gaze. “Are you ready, my Hand?”
Martyn faltered back. “Ready for what?”
“For blood.”
Ren was not content to stay on yellow. He wanted vengeance. He could already feel something running through his veins, an almost alien hunger. But this was no anarchy sever, there were rules, and if he was going to play by them, he had to be red.
The rest of the day was spent in the construction of the alter. He didn’t quite know how he knew, but the voice in his head that wanted revenge - the red king - guided him. Slowly, Renchanting became Dogwarts, and when the sun began to rise the next morning he knew it was time.
The air was still crisp and cold, biting at his exposed skin as he stepped up to the chopping block. The feeling in his blood was growing stronger, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. He gave a nod to his hand as he exposed his neck, and Martyn, a slight look of fear in his eyes, lifted the axe that would send a message for all to hear.
When Ren woke up in the basement once more, he wore a wide smile, a dripping crown, and red eyes.