Hex Color: #A5435C
Reyna stirred, awaking the same way one feel asleep. Slowly at first, then all at once. Her eyes widened as she remembered where she was and her pink orbs fixed on those of the Blood King. The man was staring at her hard, was this the rumored Jason that even those in the mortal world feared? The one who killed her parents and tortured her? Why would he do that? Jennora told her to beat Jason up and Reyna stood, gathering the material of her dress in her hands. "What gives you the right to decide I'm yours!" She said, her heart fluttering in fear. She seemed steady despite it, although surely Jennora could feel the terror clutching at the pink haired female.
"I haven't promised anything to you!" Much less her hand, or perhaps her parents had made some sort of deal with the devil, but then why would he kill them? Weren't her parents smart enough to never believe the word of a demon? Somewhere out in the Kingdom of Hell, the cry of a banshee could be heard and Reyna had a terrible feeling that someone was going to die. Perhaps not in this throne room, not yet at least. Reyna had half a mind to have the Queen bind him to some inanimate object if it was possible, that way he couldn't feel anything ever again. Or maybe he could, she wasn't exactly sure how the whole bonding thing worked.
Maybe they could take another side? Her parents had always taught her compassion and mercy, with the Blood King though, was there any chance of something like that working? "Wait," she said slowly once Jennora had finished speaking in tongues. She descended the steps, hesitantly approaching. Maybe it was naivety, maybe it was something else, but Reyna went up to him, looking at the man laying on the floor. "You are a pathetic sight to behold," she said although there was no malice in her tone. Reyna sighed and shook her head, "But maybe it's because no one has shown you any kindness." She offered a hand up, ready to use this new gift of water in case she was quickly betrayed.
Hex Color: #50A6C2
These memories? Where was he getting them from? The ball of fire before him, showing Chris something he never wanted to see was painful. He shot another bullet, hoping to hit him. Instead, Chris was hit and pushed into the wall, the memories of his early years flooding his mind. He screamed in pain, headbutting the demon before him to make him go away. Chris slid to the floor, panting, his body breaking out in a cold sweat. A sister was an impossibility, he told himself, everyone at the accident had been dead unless a few escaped. Perhaps the King had returned home to his wife, going on his merry way minus one son.
No, no one could be that cruel. They would have taken him back, right? Unless he was already dead. Unless Jennora was lying. Jennora had fled to his side, soothing Chris with kisses, getting him back on his feet. She led him back to the throne, pushing him into a sitting position and then sitting in his lap. His mind had stopped roiling, he was under control of himself once more. "I say bind him to the castle, that way he can't escape." Suddenly, the pink haired girl walked down the steps. "Get away from him!" Chris snapped but she didn't seem to listen, saying something about kindness.
"He'll trick you!" Chris couldn't move though, not with the Queen on his lap. Jason was harmless before her, but still, blatantly walking up to the enemy. This child wouldn't survive a day if thrown into the real world, he couldn't bring himself to feel anything besides malice at the pink haired being that had been newly linked to his Queen. "My Queen, please allow me to punish them both for their stupidity." Or perhaps it was audacity.