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"Is it done yet?" Charles Augustus Milverton asked his servant, Ruskin, who was in the middle of making some love potion for his master's current evil plan. Lord Milverton was the most powerful wizard on the land, but he was evil to the core - however, due to keeping the latter a secret, a lot of people came to him to ask for his help in solving their love problems.
This was Lord Milverton's speciality - love. The masses thought that he could heal broken relationships, but in reality, he was the one who ruined them. For his own fun. He liked watching people falling apart from their loved ones. For him, there was nothing as delicious as his victims’ pain - and Ruskin wasn’t only perfectly fine with his master’s darkness. In fact, he was in love with him.
"No, it's not done yet, sir." Ruskin answered to his impatient, overhyped master who offered him to help in the potion making, but in the end, he just watched Ruskin and kept asking if he was finished or not. "Please, give me the tears of the poor, unfortunate souls. It is in the heart-shaped glass, at the top shelf."
"Oh, you are very ironic, Ruskin." Lord Milverton let out a chuckle while he stepped away to bring the necessary glass for him. "To keep tears in a heart-shaped glass? What a brilliant idea!"
Ruskin turned red from the compliment.
"After all, Lord Milverton, all tears come from the heart. Preferably from those hearts which are broken." He noted.
"We can agree on that." His master answered and his golden eyes shone up as the potion took up a purple color for the tears that Ruskin spilled in the cauldron. "Is it done yet?" He asked again. Ruskin shook his head with a knowing smile, amused by his excited master's behaviour.
"No, I still need a little from your evil." He stated and he reached for his neck where he kept a tiny bottle. When he fulfilled another kind of service for his master - which was Ruskin's favorite task - he always collected the evil seed that came from Lord Milverton's body. He stored it in a bottle near his heart, but he occasionally used it for the potions. He thought that their victims should feel honored by drinking from it. Lord Milverton watched as he poured some from the bottle into the potion which glowed up in a yellow light for a moment, then it changed back to purple again, showing no sign of what Ruskin just spilled into it.
"So this is what you keep in your neck." Lord Milverton noted and he gently brushed Ruskin's hair. Ruskin began to blush harder for the touch, then he turned to his master with a loving smile on his face.
"Now the potion is truly done, Lord Milverton."
"Perfect." Lord Milverton grinned as he pictured the ruination in his mind. "Oh, how many people will we break together. I can't wait to see their despair."