Act of The Jester

Damien was within his office as he stood with a smile while gazing through the huge glass windows which showed the glory of Necron City during the early hours.

Suddenly, the smile faded as his lips were pressed in a thin line.

"Lord Regent." A masculine mischievous voice came from behind.

Damien didn't turn around and continued to look out of the glass windows without saying anything.

Seconds passed and turned into minutes, and like that fifteen minutes passed in silence.

"Lord Regent." The man called once again, his voice no longer mischievous and full of sincerity.

"That's better." Damien spoke with a serious tone as he turned around and looked at the man who was standing behind him.

He had his face painted like a jester, his overall body was like that of a performer ready to entertain his audience and his sabre gleamed by the sunlight like a blade of light itself. 

"What are you doing here, Eliot?" Damien questioned as he narrowed his eyes and looked at Eliot who was standing before him with a small grin on his face.

"It's a pleasure to be in the presence of the esteemed Purple Regent after so long." Eliot said, his grin widening with each moment as he bowed dramatically.

Damien however didn't react to his actions and just stood there staring at him with indifferent eyes.

"Agh… why are you acting like this?" Eliot said as he stopped bowing and moved towards Damien's office chair and sat on it. Damien still didn't give him any reaction but this time he spoke.

"You already know why I hate your company." Damien said as he turned towards Eliot.

Eliot's smile faded and a solemn look took its place as he spoke in a voice full of sorrow.

"I didn't mean to do that." Eliot said as he slowly lowered his head.

"It doesn't matter, Eliot." Damien pursued

"You don't know anything!" Eliot stood up and yelled at Damien.

Damien continued without caring about Eliot's mental state.

"You still can't control your rage without killing others, can you?"

As soon as Eliot heard that he stopped talking, his head dropped low.

"I-I.." He tried to defend himself but there was nothing he could say to do that.

"You don't have to try and defend yourself, I know you never wanted a broken trait." Damien said, his voice full of pity.

Eliot however didn't take those words kindly as he stared at Damien with rage and yelled in fury.

"I AM NOT BROKEN!!!"

"Huff… Huff…"

Eliot's body started to tremble. His eyes widened as they turned red. Red and blue veins started to sprout all over his body and started to wiggle like bugs, his breathing turned heavier with each passing moment. His once-gracious figure now looked hideous.

Eliot slowly moved his head and looked at Damien, his eyes full of rage. He roared—a voice was close to the howl of a beast— he moved towards Damien with heavy steps.

"UUUUGGGGHHHHHHHH!!"

Damien looked at Eliot who was walking towards him in rage and waved his hand. Purple flames erupted from his hand and covered Eliot as he fell on his knees as he cried in agony.

"AAAAUUUGGGHHH!!"

A few seconds passed and his cries became softer and softer.

A few moments later his cries turned humane.

As soon as that happened Damien once again waved his hand, taking out the flames.

Eliot was now back to how he was before. He lay in his own tears and snot with a look of displeasure on his face.

Eliot stood up and placed his left hand in his pocket and took out a handkerchief and started to wipe his face with it. After doing so he once again looked at Damien with a grin and bowed down as he spoke.

"I apologize for my behaviour, Lord Regent."

Damien just stared at him, he frowned as he thought to himself.

'I would've liked it if this weren't an act.'