#(( Also yeah Lest is twisted I'm s o b b i ng please save Valvatorez ))

[lestkarrkingofeurope]

@impaler-prince liked for a drabble!

“Oh, come on now--is that really the best you can do?” His crude words riddled with a sharp tone mocked the other, as if verbal mockery could add anymore salt to the flesh wounds upon the other. 

“I don’t appreciate such interlopers in my country--and I could very well say with such certainty that you are the wrong fellow here, Valvatorez.” He held out a hand to the other, waving his finger in a taunting manner, “Creating such ruckus in my kingdom? Have you no idea of what basic manners are? You are a guest to my ruling land, not the ruler himself. I’m offended, truly I am.” 

He leaped back before the other could lash out at him, though Lest couldn’t help but commend the other for being able to attempt such. After all, he was most likely already on his last breath, yet he still had such will and audacity to fight back. Impressive impressive. Too bad such potential would be wasted.

They’ve already exchanged quite a few blows, but the victor was unfortunately--for Valvatorez--already decided. And it would be him, Lest Karr. Surely they could’ve been great friends, had they not have such different opinions with one another. After all, who was he to decide that this world’s way of living was unfit and wrong? Such naivety, and that would be his fatal downfall. 

“I’m surprised, Valvatorez. Even if you do disagree with how things are decided here, and how the humans deserve such ‘treatment’, there’s no reason for you to lash out and attack me. We haven’t even had quality time together yet! I’m afraid I just wasn’t ready for this sort of relationship--you’re far too progressive with such an active relationship. Unfortunately because of that, it has to come down to this.” To put emphasis on the word, he gave a seemingly helpless gesture at the mayhem around them.

Collapsed buildings. Devastated environment. Chaos and destruction. Who knew the foreign fellow would wield such monstrous power? But it was nothing compared to the strength Lest witnessed from his Lord, Urd Geales. Even so, he couldn’t help but feel impressed as he fell victim to know Valvatorez’s wrath, though he could say he emerged unscathed--had it not been for his torn, ragged clothing and pale wounds upon his body. How clumsy of him, he wasn’t careful enough. He was ashamed to have let down his guard so easily, and especially to a stranger whose very existence in this world had still yet needed some explanation. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

Even so, there was no doubt this short conflict was coming to an end, and the victor who nobody was surprised with. After all, this was his territory, not the other’s. If a King couldn’t even assert dominance in his own Kingdom, then such a title was he unfit to be given. 

“Too slow.” He lashed out at the other before Valvatorez could react, his blade lunging out to claim its prize. 

The sharp edge slashed into the other’s side, cutting upwards as Lest effortlessly lifted the sword. In a clean arc, Valvatorez’s left arm had been severed, and the right was quick to follow after another casual swing from the vampire King’s blade. “I wonder how funny you’ll look, without any of your limbs and have just your head and torso.” The other’s eyes widened a fraction too late, before Lest spun about leveling his sword. 

One turn. Two. He committed one of Krul’s oh so favourite move during fighting, spinning around on the spot with a leg raised before using it to promptly kick the other square in the chest, knocking all the air out of his opponent’s body and sending them flying backwards. If it had been anyone else, their rib cage would’ve been broken from just the kick, and even more so from the impact of slamming against a collapsed building. Surely, internal organs were ruptured and bleeding--if that was how fragile Valvatorez was, though Lest was conflicted on thinking otherwise. 

Amidst the rising clouds of dust and dirt, his shadowy figure loomed over the other’s fallen figure, blood seemingly coursing from every crevice of his body. “I wonder...if you can die from just bleeding out?” He had an almost playful tone to his voice as he gazed down at his previous acquaintance, now looking far worse for wear. “I almost feel sorry for you, truly I do. Honestly, we could’ve been friends, or allies if such a close bond would suit you. Yet you just had to go and ruin it all. Shouldn’t you be ashamed? Aren’t you ashamed?” He could almost laugh at his own statement; he sounded like a mother chiding a naughty child. Usually, the roles would be reversed--and oh how he hated it when it was. So really, this moment for him was quite the event to enjoy.

“Though I am somewhat aware of what consequences can come if I kill you, seeing how you’re not from this world...I could almost just lose all sense of reason and bury you myself. But, I am an individual of manners and respect, unlike you.” He lifted his blade in a careless manner, tapping the very tip of it against Valvatorez’s head, just to mock him further. 

“I guess I could simply just let you go now, after all I seem to have ‘penalized’ you enough, though I’m not satisfied. Such wounds that you bear now from me...I doubt will ever last to serve as a reminder. Perhaps I’ll just go ahead, as a last retribution from you, I’ll claim a little prize.” Surely, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what his words meant as he moved the point of his blade down to Valvatorez’s face. 

Without hesitating even a second, he pierced the point of his blade into Valvatorez’s left eye, twisting and turning it in the socket as the other gave out a guttural, agonized scream. Blood coursed down the side of his face, but the other’s body was simply too tired to move or even react. He couldn’t twist or turn away from the excruciating pain and torment the atrocious vampire was inflicting upon him. It seemed to last an eternity before Lest was merciful enough to remove his blade, leaving a gouging hole in Valvatorez’s face where his eye used to be. His sword seem to pulse with life as it settled down after such a ravaging feast. 

“Not many knows this, but one’s power is most clearly defined in either the heart, mind, or eyes. To not risk killing you, I had no other choice but to render you of your power through such a...superfluous method.” Definitely, he was mocking the other individual at this point, calling such a thing unnecessary, yet still putting him through such great pain in the process of doing so. What an abhorrent, twisted child he was, playing such dangerous games.

“Thank you for being so kind to provide nourishment for my dear, beloved weapon. Durandal is quite in your debt, Valvatorez. Surely, one day it will return the favour, you only need to wait.” The other didn’t even make a single sound or twitch to respond to him--perhaps he had died anyways? Of course not, he wouldn’t let such potential be wasted after all.

“I hope this serves as a memorable lesson to you--I do not tolerate such misbehaving shenanigans.” Perhaps, chances of being friends or allies were abolished at this point, but so long as Valvatorez was in this world, under his hospitality, there was barely anything he could refuse to, or rather could risk refusing. What a poor soul was he to have landed in the clutches of such a wretched being.

“I do hope we can move past this ‘little fight’ of our’s. May we have a most friendly bond in the future, between you and I. I look forward to it, Valvatorez.”