Hong
**Deckard Apatow**
**Kahlo**
**The Dungeons**

***Clack. Clack.***

**The young king could hear the sound of iron chains creating sparks against the cold floor as screams bellowed from the enemies of his great empire. One could not see them without aid of the oil lamps, which carried a sharp fragrance. The tears of men, the flesh of children being ripped for justice. **

**It was delicious. **

**Deckard entered a private room, though "Privacy" Was a loose definition when he'd ordered the door to be removed. Sound traveled best through air, after all. **
Richard
**He held a carefree and self-sufficient smirk when he saw the woman being chained to the floor. Her hands were tied to the ceiling, her legs tied down forcing her to kneel. Guards were positioned around the room. **

My my~ What a pathetic sight.
Graciela
**She notices him but doesn't raise her head up, she rather spits towards him**
You're no leader. **She spits again, this time, her spit landed on his shirt right above his chest**
A 10 year old would manage to be a better leader than you.
Angela
|| this is what we call a 60 year old woman who knows she's gonna die and decides to go out with a bang
Richard
**He slaps her, the impact sounding throughout the entire dungeon. He hisses.** You speak to a king, peasant. For all your crimes against this country, my people, and myself, *You will pay.*

**He takes off the vest, revealing a thin white shirt. He rolls up his sleeves and grabs a butcher's knife from the wall. The blade nicks the front of her neck.**
Graciela
**She slightly smiles**
A peasant is more valuable to this kingdom than a little brat like you. You're a kid, one who clearly did not receive enough attention from his mom... Or his dad. 
**She spits once more, this time her spit hits his face directly**
Even your father would be considered a just ruler compared to you. You probably know *Nothing* About what he was up to... Ever wonder how my son could get away for so many years? **She slightly laughs, coughing up blood directly afterwards for a good 10 seconds**
Kill me already! Or is that mere little coward child inside you gonna reveal himself?
Richard
YOU FILTH. How dare you defy your KING!

*Oh, I don't intend to kill you alright. That would be far too soft a punishment.* You still think this kingdom is ruled by my meek yellow-faced father. You're wrong about him, and I know *All about Al-Qaysar and his little love affair*.

**He wipes the spit off his face, and in a drawn-out tone...** I'll enjoy the look of surprise on his face when my servants cut your head off in public. Imagine how badly you'll break his weak heart.
Graciela
You're no one's king.

Took you long enough to find out about that love affair huh? Where were you for the past 8 years it's been going on? You really know *NOTHING* About how your father ran this kingdom, nor what was truly going on with qaysar. You are just so pathetic.

Here let me help you with cleaning that face
**She spits two more times, once hitting his right eye, and the second time hitting his left eye**
Maybe now you can actually see rather than the blindness that you seem to have.

Oh trust me, you think killing me in front of my son will break him? You'd happen to be wrong. It would only make things worse, for you, you'd be practically surrendering!
Carl
|| she's a good spitter
Angela
|| Deckard be getting humiliated in front of his own guards rn
Hong
|| is she the shower or something, it's pouring on him
Angela
|| she's just a rly good spitter 😭
Carl
|| how does she have so much spit in her? Isn't she like a dried up sponge?
Angela
|| she's the woman who raised qaysar 💀

|| also her spit is like mostly blood n some disgusting non clean stuff, not clear spit 💀💀💀
Richard
**This time, he doesn't react. He wipes it off with his sleeve and laughs hysterically. He drops the butcher's knife to the floor and pulls on her hair forcing her to look up, still laughing.**

You stupid cow. I guess the only language you'll understand is slaughter. **He shrugs and snaps his fingers. Two light sparks float above the dungeon floors. The first lands on her arm and a splitting pain rips through her as if her arm were cut. The second spark orbits frolics around his finger.**
Graciela
**She starts laughing**
You are a horrible king. Clearly one who knew nothing about his father too. Your father, you insubordinate little f*** Let Qaysar roam mostly free for the past 8 years, not entirely trying to crack down on him. Because he, recognized that Qaysar, was not evil, just someone trying to help the poor. So, they made a deal... One where, his majesty, your father, paid Qaysar fundings in exchange for getting him whatever info he needed to catch *Actual* Criminals.

**She spits on his shirt, this time, red blood, making a stain that will never be removed**

My son, helped your father keep this empire safe. And what do you do? Go around trying to convince people that you're some sort of great ruler through using an iron fist but everyone, *Everyone* Sees you for who you are... A coward, a child, a kid, a kid with no idea of how to run a kingdom. A kid, who's only ever succeeded in one thing, being able to go to the toilet... Although I've heard from other inmates that even when it came to that, you needed the help of some guy named "Illfool"

KILL ME! Don't be a coward for once in your miserable little short life. I might die before you, but I'd have died living a full 60 years of my life, achieving many things. You on the other hand, will die going down in history as Kahlo's worst leader, who couldn't even stay in power for more than a week before being overthrown and killed... And by who? By the royals old warriors, his own aunt, and the most famous righteous outlaw in the land.
Hong
|| how did she call Ilya the same thing qaysar does—

|| qaysar thinks she's dead?
Angela
Like son like mother
Elizabeth
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Richard
**He frowns. Then he bursts out laughing, he slams his fist against the stone walls until blood draws from his knuckles. He stares at his hand with a satisfying grin.** Ah! Do you hear that, men! This absolute *Runt* Of a woman thinks her *King* Is already dead!
Dennis
**The guards, who were nothing but statues before, make a riot at the woman.**
Richard
**He lifts up her chin, an almost crazed look in his eye. He's squeezing so tightly her skull might crack under the elf's grip.**

As if I were a fool like how you describe me. I figured out my father's secrets long ago. He didn't necessarily keep the letters and budget safe-guarded. *Nor the location of your son's prison monument.* "Taht Almaa" Is what he calls it, just to the edge of the Kahlo-Kazumaki border.

**He thrashes her skull to the ground and steps on it, rubbing his foot in.** Do you expect him to come bursting out into the open and lock me up? *Torture me for good?* I bet your motherly eyes water in happiness when you think about me rotting. **An energy fills the air.**

PRETEND all you want that the kingdom despises me. You haven't seen the sunlight in days! They *ADORE* Their new ruler, I have the peasantry and wealthy alike hunting the same enemies. There will be no history to defame me when every. Single. Line. Will be written by my own hands. **The pressure on her skull is almost too much.**

**He turns to the guards and looks at his bashed fist.** An eye for an eye... So a hand for a hand. Hold her down, I want a trophy to bring to Ilya.
Angela
|| hawk doesn't know where the prison is 😭
Hong
|| ... DIDN'T HE BUILD IT—
Angela
|| I feel like this should be killing her-

|| no he only gave qaysar money

|| that's why the got into an argument and hawk sent ppl after him, bc qaysar refused to tell him where the prison was 😭
Hong
|| that's canon? I thought it was just an idea you were thinking of adding—
Graciela
There is no such prison, what funny things have you been told?

They adore my son more than they'll ever adore you- no matter how hard you try to force them- **She struggles to get words out**
You won't be able to stop what's coming- none of your men will. Your demise is inevitable- **She faints**
Angela
|| I was adding to the story on the spot :D_ _

|| also at this rate Deckard is gonna kill her before he can execute her in front of qaysar
Richard
*No, no no no. **NO.*** This won't do, you pathetic creature. You think THIS is an escape? **He pulls her unconscious head, forcing it to face him.** My guards won't let you sleep a wink, so get up and embrace the New Kahlo.

**He pries one of her bloodshot eyes open. The second spark lands, tentatively, on her iris. (tw: gore) ||The entire tissue tears, blood gushes out the same way big alligator tears fall from children. He grabs a bottle of alcohol from his arsenal on the wall and stuffs the neck into her gooey socket. He can hear it, the desperate screams, the tears plinking on the floor mixing with a trail of alcohol. He laughs and spits on her eye.||**

**He looks to the guards with the innocent face of someone bored during the summer.** You were given orders by your king. Detain the filthy thing.
Dennis
**The guards immediately hold down the woman, four pairs of arms crushing her lungs against the ground and another pulling back her sleeve, presenting a raw and scarred wrist to the young elf.**
Richard
**He slowly picks the butcher's knife off the ground, enjoying the scraping of metal coated in cold liquid made against the dusty floor. He gently places the blade against her exposed forearm, smirking as if he were about to order dinner.** *For justice, for Kahlo, and for the king.* Ilya will be pleased with the New Empire.

**He raised the blade high. And down it went.**
Marvin
|| DUDE I FELT CHILLS.
Angela
|| he killed her...? 💀

|| he cut her head off?? 💀
Hong
|| BEST COMPLIMENT I'VE EVER RECEIVED
Angela
|| oh I thought he chopped her head off

|| dw every single thing Deckard does to her qaysar is gonna do twice back to him :)_ _

|| not if she dies when hes not there while shes in her cell or something
Hong
|| he has guards 24/7
Angela
|| how are they gonna bring a lady back to life

|| if she dies in her sleep
Hong
|| they're not going to let her die in the first place o3o