Parath spoke in quiet agony.
"I really wish we had more time Prince, I really do - I could cut your mind into pieces, categorise your personality, lay bare your mind. But I just don't have enough time! Which leaves me no choice but to offer you this power without knowing the full extent of your capability. If I was to describe you, it would be a pool of raw potential which knows no end! But don't let that get to your head! I can see just how weak you become when life knocks you down. Tell me Prince, do you wish to carry my legacy? Now that I've said it out loud, it does seem like a rather dumb question, after all, you do seem well aware about the perceived view of my actions. But I promise you Prince, its not the truth! I am a man of conviction, an angel who can only be seen wearing a horned hat. Truly, all the treachery you know its false! So please, consider this, become my vessel, my legacy, become a part of me. No carry a part of me. Use me, pave your own path in life but let me help you! - subtly. Prince, its not a bad idea I promise! Have some faith in a dying man."
The words clawed their way to the scarred heart of Prince.
Was it a scarred heart?
Was it not - rather a heart which scars made it even more formidable?
I wonder, what nonsense am I talking about?
What has gotten into me?
Prince contemplated.
Can I even trust this man? He's a murderer! He killed and butchered and ravaged millions! He changed the world for the worse - not for the better! And here he is... At my feet! Begging to pass on a bastard power! A disgusting blood induced and blood-sucking power! He wants to create a legacy! Why I refuse! His legacy will end with him! And I will take his power! Use it for my own!
Prince spoke with flair and smug.
"Sure - give me your power. What is it?"
Parath's eyes lit up like a nuke.
Then he smiled.
"Oh, that's the thing, I don't know what."
Something shattered inside of Prince - a broken mirror.
Any power is as good no? Better then not having no power.
Parath spoke, trying to pick up the broken glass, "You idiot! You know my name but don't know the nature of bearing a gift?"
Prince said in utter delusion, "What's a gift?"
Parath's eyes widened.
"You don't know what a gift is? Its - you know what, never mind."
Prince opened his mouth in disbelief.
But Parath continued indifferently.
"You do realise you are going to become a slave? A slave to power."
Prince closed his mouth, licked his lips and thought.
Me a slave?
He replied with ferocity, brimming with confidence - confidence which knew no bounds.
"I could never be bound to the chains you call power, or a gift or whatever you call it. Chains can't hold me - instead, I make the chains."
What the hell does "I make the chains" mean.
Parath spoke, "You certainly like to make bold claims Prince, may it be your fatal flaw - may something else be worse within that noggin of yours. Who knows? But regardless, I want you to receive my gift now, cherish it please."
Prince swallowed his questions.
He tried to.
"How are you going to give me it? Ya know, the power - the gift."
Parath replied in a lower voice, saying something which left Prince's hairs standing.
"Come closer."
Prince's body was made of stone at this point - so heavy to move.
Prince's will slowly penetrated the stone body and eventually did make it move.
Tiring Prince's mind out in the process - what was left of it.
Prince's body intended to betray him, every step was a vicious battle between two dogs over a bone.
But Prince marched on - slowly at first, but growing bolder with each step.
The distance was short too, its not like he had much to walk.
What a coward.
Prince arrived next to the man - leaving somewhat of a distance.
Parath wasn't satisfied, "Closer boy, come as close as you can get"
Prince's legs hit the frame of the bed - a tremble travelled throughout the frame.
Was it the impact?
Or was the cowardly bastard Prince trembling?
Who knows!
The strength its been sapped out of my body.
Where has my strength gone!
My energy!
Prince was too close to Parath - too close for his own good.
Parath on cue, "Good, now come closer Prince."
Parath whispered that line.
Why is he whispering?
Why was Parath whispering?
And Parath whispered again, "The energy seeps out of my body too, I stole yours just to prolong our conversation to this point."
If Prince didn't meet the man - he would have died a moment ago.
Parath's voice was truly quiet - Prince leaned in closer to hear his words.
Your reason has lost you!
Prince had his ear pointing to Parath's face - Prince was bent over the bed.
So close.
Truly.
Like Romeo and Juliet.
But there was no kiss - no.
Instead, Parath propelled himself forward - closing the gap between Prince's head and his own in mere fractions.
Parath's tongue descended into Prince's ear.
I think Prince didn't think this through.