The king and his queen

Chapter 33: Christmas Day

You yawned, your eyes heavy and weary and creeping awake. You lifted a sluggish arm towards your little Neko but felt only vacancy. You abruptly opened your eyes and saw that the space your girlfriend occupied was now completely gone

"C-Chloe?!!"

You felt a heavy feeling press downward on your chest, which shot your head upwards. The light that burst out from the nearby window moulded into silky blonde strands. Chloe had dyed her hair blonde, which paired beautifully with her glistening sky-blue eyes. But that wasn't the aspect you focused on. Chloe was dressed in her sexy cheerleader outfit. You felt your cheeks flare a scorched red as the outfit hugged her slim and alluring figure in all the right ways

"Um...Chloe darling what are you doing??"

She giggled and purred seductively while keeping full eye contact "It's Christmas Master, and I'm your present!"

"O-Oh! Y-You look v-very beautiful C-Chloe!"

She beamed "Thank you, Master! You wanna touch?"

"Um...um..."

"Oh don't worry Master, you're only going to feel your present. The actual unwrapping will happen after the party ❤"

You felt both a metaphorical and literal burden release from your chest as you sat up and Chloe positioned herself onto your lap

"Well Master, we aren't getting off of this bed until you like the feel of your Christmas present"

Your face continued to redden and you started to fidget around "C-Chloe please, I told you this already. We aren't going to be doing stuff like that"

"Awww but why not Master? ❤"

"Because we're not"

Chloe stopped her sexy talk and looked into your eyes with genuine confusion "But why? What's wrong Master?"

You began to feel something swelling inside you. Annoyance? Anger? You couldn't dream of being mad at Chloe, let alone scream or make her cry...again. Tears started to trickle from your moistened eyes. You hadn't felt this sort of confusion in a long time. The last time you had felt it, in fact, was when Chloe was taken from you.

Hopelessness

You looked up at Chloe, who was promptly upset and concerned

"Master...Are you ok?"

"Chloe...I'm sorry...But I don't think I can...I can be intimate with you"

"What? W-Why?"

"It's just...I...I..."

You broke down crying. Tears formed and flowed like the currents of rapids on a stormy Autumn night. Chloe embraced you, still sat in your lap, and gently brought your head to her petite chest, letting you release the spoiled emotions in your heart and mind. All the while, she stroked your hair and put on a brave face for you. Seeing you cry shattered her heart, yet she still hummed a soft rhythm that could have put even the rowdiest toddler to sleep. Between serenades, she would whisper a soothing line into your ear which started to put your heart at ease

"It's Ok (Yn), I'm here for you now"

(Elsewhere)

Zachary had been sat in this dark room the entire night. The sun had woken up now and lit up the world that Zachary lived in. Yet, no matter what, this world would never be HIS world

"You took care of that, didn't you Markus?"

A great gust of dirty red mist poured out of Zachary's chest. It swirled across the room and soon settled down in front of Zachary to mimick the figure of a man. This figure seemed to wear a regular black and white tuxedo, with no tie or bowtie in sight. However, what looked off was the fact that it was made up of the dirty red mist that seemed to make the man look like a rough sketch for a manga made out of dyed sandpaper. The mist seemed to roar at the edges like fire. However, what was most abnormal were the wings on his back and the menacing skull where it's head should be, complete with a devilish smile. The skull looked marginally less crude than the other pieces of his outfit. Even the sleek, jet-black, pointed Oxford's were nowhere near the quality of the headpiece. Its hands were in its pockets, and its gaze was fixed on an annoyed, borderline bloodthirsty Zachary