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.001 ♛ [Video]

[The screen would flicker on with the sound of a few things hitting the wall. It would seem that something had knocked the device to the floor with some force and accidentally powered it on. Though whoever might be listening is getting a view of the ceiling, a particularly irritated voice can be heard ranting about her current circumstances.]

...unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable. When I find out who is responsible for this, I'll tear their heart out and feed it to them.

[Another broken cup, perhaps? Either way, it's in pieces, now. Seems like it's taken some of the wind out of her sails, though.]

No furniture. No Ronove. No magic. What kind of hellhole is this? M...maybe this is hell. ...No...but this definitely isn't Rokkenjima.

[And then the device on the floor caught her eye. To the viewer, the angry voice would give way to a stately looking blonde with an inquisitive stare.]

A tape-recorder...?

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[ Man, how easy is it to piss him off when you say just the right triggers? His eyes are filled with madness, and although it's impossible to see, his grip on the phone is reaching nearly crushing levels of strength. ]

No, you're complete and utter liar and I'll prove it. I'll rip your heart clean from your chest and devour it with the finest wine. Then you'll understand that there is no such thing as immortality, you wench.

[ Suddenly being revived after death, on the other hand... ]

[That's fine. She seems to be thriving on his anger and giggling like a schoolgirl.]

Oh, brat prince, if I had but the ability to repeat it in red for you, you'd know for certain that I was being nothing but pure and honest.~
But since I don't, I guess you'll just have to rely on my word, won't you~?
I have indeed been alive for a thousand years and your petty little violence won't make that less of a fact.
Of course, you already know that, don't you~?

Who gives a damn? It'll make me feel better, and that's really all that's important. I refuse to believe some woman calling herself a witch could so easily obtain something that I was unable to get. I own ALL the treasures of the world. It's not easy for me to not obtain something. So for you to say you have this immortality, whilst it slipped from my grasp thanks to that damned snake? Blasphemy. I want you to prove your claims.

Selfish, spoiled child. Even if I could prove my claims, I wouldn't.
I'd rather let you suffer, wondering if there's actually something in this world that you simply cannot obtain.
Perhaps it slipped from your grasp because you weren't worthy.~
You still aren't.
Though it's delicious to watch you agonize over it.~ ♥

[ You know what? He's not even going to waste any more words on her. The video suddenly clicks off without warning, but she'll probably just cackle like the horrible witch she is.

Little does she know that half an hour or so later (traveling on foot is hell, even when you're fueled by RAAAAAGE) a certain king will be kicking down her door, and grabbing her by her throat. Oh, that glare. It could probably make the bravest of men cower in fear. But I wonder what kind of fear it would have on a supposed witch who can never die~? ...Of course, getting a really good look at her probably isn't the best idea, because he's suddenly speechless! But still fuming. ]

[He'd be correct in assuming she'd cackle herself into a coma. Of course she'd have moved on to other things by the time he crashed in on her. To say that he caught her by surprise would be an understatement. She wouldn't have much time to prepare herself for any kind of battle, so she'd be scooped up rather quickly. His pause would give her a moment to stare back at him wide-eyed before that signature cackling.]

J...Just couldn't stay away, could you~? If you wanted to touch me, you could have just asked nicely, brat prince.~

[ Yeah, that would do the trick. For just a moment, he saw someone else in her place and probably loosened his grip. It took about every bit of control to not end up throwing her out the window, though. ]

Don't make such lewd jokes in my presence, vile witch. I have half the mind to prove that you are not at all that 'endless witch' whom you claim to be.

[ ...And now it's pretty hard to tell if he's still pissed off at her, or the island, or whatever the hell. But he WILL be tossing her away because he has to do something okay. ]

Although that would be hardly fair, considering this place sees fit to take away everything that makes anyone unique. That doesn't mean I'm ever going to buy your claim, though.

[She'd slump to the floor, but it would do little to wipe the grin from her face. Rubbing her neck softly, she'd simply offer a sigh.]

Don't make idle threats, pup. If you wish to kill me then do so. Save me from having to endure your whiny little case of denial. Frankly, it's disgusting.

If I weren't so nullified here, I'd turn you inside out and see if your organs were as ugly as your disposition. But since I can't, I suppose you'll simply have to do what you came to do or charge back out of my room. I doubt either will leave you any more fulfilled than when you came in.

[ Wait, wait. She didn't really just say what he thinks she said? Because his mood does a complete turn around. Yes, he's laughing. Like a crazed man. ]

If that were the case, do you think I would ever allow you such a pleasure? With a single snap of my fingers, you would become nothing more than a mere pin-cushion for my entire treasury. Really, you should think before you speak. I don't care if you're some stupid witch who's lived forever, I'm the first hero of history and will always be superior to some mere woman.

[ And now he'll make his way over to her cabinets. He'll be going for the most expensive looking bottle of wine that just so happens to be there, although it's still pretty cheap and shitty if you ask him. Doesn't matter, he does what he wants. Which means he's totally just drinking it straight from the bottle because he can. You mad, Beato? ]

Besides, if I killed you now? I wouldn't have any entertainment for an entire week. How dreadfully boring that would be.

[In a moment, she's back on her feet, sliding past him into the same cupboard. It wouldn't take long for her to find her prize and delicately set it on the table nearest him.]

At least use a cup, you swine.

Don't make me laugh with your superior attitude. Your boasting betrays your insecurities pretty well. What is with men always trying to thrust their sword inside any place it will fit? Hmph.

At my full strength, your treasures would be trinkets to me. They would be swatted away like so many flies. Ah, but it's unladylike to brag, isn't it~?

I'm not here for your entertainment, brat prince. But you are certainly amusing to me.~

[ She doesn't like his manners? All the more reason to suck down the rest of the bottle like some helpless spoiled drunkard. She should be happy he did just pour it all over the floor, hmpf! ]

Why bother? That only ruins the taste. Wine is best when drunk straight from the bottle. You would know these things if you weren't incompetent.

I highly doubt that. Noble phantasms can't be stopped so easily by some small time witch. Not even that half-breed Medea was able to stop my rain of treasury for very long. I can still hear her pathetic screams if I really think about them~ Do you really think you could fair better than an actual heroic spirit?

[With that, she'd grin and knock the cup to its side.]

Actually, to savor wine, one is supposed to let it breathe. Oh, but I keep forgetting what a classless little whelp you are. You've never savored anything in your miserable life, have you?

Your mistake is in thinking I'm on par with the piss-poor excuses for magic users you may have come across in your past. A witch of Infinity is more than your common parlor magician. I can not only kill you, but my abilities make it so I may revive you to kill you once more.

I'd love to cut you into pieces and repeat it until I run out of methods to make you suffer. You're too proud, but I could mold you into lovely furniture if given the opportunity, I bet.~

How presumptions of you. As the King of Heroes, it's only obvious that I've tasted and savored so many things during my life. Women, wine, and pretty much everything worth value in the world. It's a shame you can not say the same for yourself. I bet you've never even experienced life outside of whatever miserable castle you were locked up in.

[ pots and kettles...

Oh, but that would only make his smile even more twisted. ]

My, my. The little witch things she could actually skin me like some sheep. But you have no way to use your pathetic magic in this world, right? I may lack access to my treasury, but that means little when when I still have my raw strength. If I wanted to, I could easily tear you apart with my bare hands. I'm sure the lion cubs would love to experience the taste of some lowly witch. You've got plenty of meat on you, after all.

[ Nope, he's not getting into Battler territory. I promise. ]

Silly boy. There is a difference between devouring everything set before you and actually savoring something. Once again I mistake you for having the sense to understand small things. Shame on me.

[She'd nod slightly and pace the room a bit.]

Threaten me all you like. I've been opposed by far better than some spoiled rich boy with a god complex. But, truly, what kind of king kills an unarmed woman?

However, if I were you, I'd be careful about the brash little things you do. Why, there could be poison in that wine you so carelessly guzzle. I hear that kind of death is quite painful.

Just a word of caution, one prisoner to another.~

Whatever you say, Kashshaptu.

[ He really has no qualms with making his table his own, you know. He's totally laying across it like a boss, possibly out of slight intoxication. But who cares, really? Her next little comment will cause him to snicker endlessly. ]

Ah, but isn't it only normal for one who is the child of a God to have that sort of complex? I am two-thirds god, after all.

[ Don't even bother arguing about the math. Sumerians know their shit, okay. ]

Besides, I've never been one to follow the rules. I make my own rules. And if it was poisoned, so what? It wouldn't be the first time I died in this city. It wouldn't even be the first time I've died in life.

...What in the hell did you just call me? Or are you too drunk to remember a name?

A king, a god, next you'll tell me you're a demon as well. Pardon me if I take some of your ramblings with a grain of salt.

If you authentically were a king, I feel for your people.
Having to deal with a lazy, spoiled lush, it's positively heartbreaking.~

I guess I wouldn't understand death the same way you do. I've never had to go through the ordeal myself. Was it painful the first time~?

Kashshaptu. Sumerian for what you claim to be.

It's like you know nothing about the Sumerians. I know lowly mongrels are too stupid to keep up with what was the first true civilization, but for someone who claims to have lived for thousands of years? You're pretty uneducated.

[ Which is speaking volumes, considering... yeah. ]

And yet my people came to love me with time. I did everything for them. Probably too much.

As for death? The first time was unbearable. But that wasn't a physical death, oh no. That was a spiritual death. Something only one who has someone they love more than themselves can truly experience.

[ Yes, he's actually admitting this to her. Why. ]

Tch, like I'm supposed to know about your silly little village.
You speak in a dead tongue about a dead civilization.
That doesn't make me uneducated, it makes you nostalgic.

[She's full on giggling again.]

Loved you? From knowing you just this short time, I'm certain the only one who could ever love you is you.

[There's a pause and then an odd twinkling in her eyes.]

Are you saying that the little brat prince actually cared for someone at some point? Did they reject you or simply die to get away from you~?

[ Wow, Beato. Just wow.

You had to go and hit the sensitive spot, didn't you?

Luckily, he's sort of intoxicated and thus not really able to operate at his full potential but still, she's going to find herself suddenly pounced upon like he's a fucking lion or something. Oh, but that glare. There's so much hate with in it that it's almost hilarious. ]

Do not ever speak such lies of my beloved brother, you vile witch. I'll tear that tongue of yours out and feed it to the crows.

[She's a bit surprised to be on the floor again. This is starting to get monotonous. Now, she's a bit too close for comfort with a heavy, slightly tipsy Gil.]

Get off of me, you fool. You'll do no such thing.

You claim to be a god among men, but if I understand you correctly, your brother lies cold and yet here you are.

So, perhaps he did not abandon you...it was the other way around~?

[ Yes, that's right. He's the one that's in control. That's how it always should be. A king without control isn't much of a king. And now there was no way she could escape. He'd silence that tongue of hers. It was as simple as crushing her throat.

It was a simple task. His hands had already made their way around her neck, and his thumbs brushing against her throat. And yet, he did nothing more than stare into her eyes with the rage of a wild beast. That is, until he suddenly moves without warning to steal away a kiss. ]

[He was furious, that was easy enough to see. She smiled up at him, inviting him to strangle her as if it were a challenge. She seemed pleased to throw him into this fury. It was like having power over him without laying a finger on him.

...

Did he really just...he did. Why?! She may have been in shock for a moment or two, but when she got her bearings, she'd turn her head and push him away roughly.]

The hell...? Do you think that's funny? I'm not one of your cheap courtiers, you unbelievable idiot.

[ If he hasn't been intoxicated, it probably would've been impossible for her to push him off with such easy, but he would easily roll to the side... far enough to actually bump into whatever piece of furniture happened to be there. That seemed to jolt temporary sense back into him. ]

...T'ch, that wasn't my intention at all, believe me. That damned wine of yours is tainted. Then again, I wouldn't put it past you to do something like that. I'm sure you were planning on saying I was trying to violate you in my drunken stupor. T'ch, you women are all the same.

[...Seriously?
She'll just sit herself up and shake her head.]

You're drunk and I think it's making you stupid, so I'll forgive you.

You were the one who helped yourself to the wine. For my sake, I hope it is tainted. I hope you're left on your ass for a week. That way I won't have to see your annoying face for a good while.

Also, I have no intention of telling anyone anything.
Getting a kiss from the likes of you would surely sour my reputation before it was even established.

Now, then. I would hope you're coherent enough to show yourself out.

[ Pfft. He's already half way out the door. ]

T'ch, you have no idea what you're talking about. But that's just fine with me. I could do without seeing you for the rest of your life, wretched woman.

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[Brace for im-...oh damn.]

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