Regifting

"So much for Enjoying the Afternoon, KING Brother." Avery laughs Good-Naturedly, slapping ME on the back as HE Enters the office.

Peysley trails Mindfully behind Him, closing the door to Give the three of Us some Privacy.

Avery takes a seat and leans back casually.

"You are Becoming too Comfortable, Brother." I Tell Him as I place one of the two glasses in His hand.

He raises the glass, Silently toasting ME before taking a sip.

"To what Do I owe this Luxury?" He grins.

I swirl the liquid delicately before Breathing in the full-bodied scent and tipping the glass. The Exquisite Flavors fill MY Mouth. I lick MY lips and Begin.

"I Save these bottles for only the most specific of Occasions." I Say aloud, seemingly to MY Self.

"And what are We Celebrating Today, My KING?" Avery Asks, almost draining His entire glass.

"It is Meant to Be Enjoyed, Avery." I Advise Him.

"YOU Know I have never had the Appreciation for a Good blood wine, Xavier." He replies. "Even if it is the finest."

"Ahhh, yes." I comment. "How rude of ME." Avery arches His brow as I pour Him another glass. "I Received a letter." I continue.

"From?" He Questions.

MY blood boils at His overly-Relaxed Attitude, yet I remain Expressionless. I pick up the piece of parchment from MY desk and hand it to Him. He takes another large swig from His glass before lifting the letter to His line of Sight. I Watch Him carefully as He reads. Avery's eyes widen.

Leaning against the doorframe, I calmly sip the Fragrant wine. His eyes Meet MINE.

"I Did not Know YOU had the Authority to Make Decisions on behalf of The KING, Brother." I Speak nonchalantly.

He swallows hard.

"Surprised?" I Grin wickedly. "How many Times have I Warned You to Cover Your tracks, Avery?" I tsk.

Avery remains Silent.

Suddenly, Peysley doubles over, groaning in pain. He claws at his chest, gasping for Breath.

"What is the Matter with him?" MY grin widens as Avery Begins to panic.

"Did You Know this is the only blood wine I have ever taken a liking to?" I Answer, watching the thick liquid swirl as I lift it to MY lips.

Peysley coughs and splutters, falling to his hands and knees upon the ground.

Avery's eyes move from the glass to Peysley and back before Meeting MINE. MY evil smirk broadens, revealing MY fangs.

"Did YOU.." He glances at His own empty glance as Understanding sets in. "..what the fuck, Xavier!?"

"What the fuck, MY KING." I Correct Him. "You May Be a Prince, Brother, but I am The KING." MY eyes storm as the room darkens and the aura Becomes heavily burdened.

Blood splatters out of Peysley's lips with each cough, his Breaths Becoming shallower with each desperate gasp.

"I had this wine bottled several years ago." I Say fondly. "It was a Coronation Gift to MY Self." I take another sip.

Avery looks at ME strangely.

"Though I Do Prefer MY blood to Be Fresh, this particular wine Holds such Special Meaning." I Reminisce, turning Toward Him. "Do You Know Whose Blood this is?"

Avery shakes His head as He watches the Life drain from MY most Trusted Servant.

"Oh Come now." I Entice Him. "Surely You Must have some Idea?"

He shakes His head again.

I groan. "Where is Your Sense of Fun, Avery? I was under the Impression that You Thought Yourself to Be Clever." I tsk again.

"Always the Intellect, I See." I bend down to Feel Peysley's pulse. It is faint.

Standing, I stroll back to MY desk, taking another vial out of the drawer. I wriggle it for Avery to glimpse before walking back to Peysley.

I Kneel down and pull Peysley's head up by his hair. "The Blood is Father's." I Reveal, forcing MY Servant's mouth open and emptying the tiny uncorked bottle into his throat before dropping his head back down upon the floor with a loud crack.

Avery flinches.

"He drank a glass shortly before Sending for You." I Explain. "Such a Good Servant." I Say, ruffling Peysley's hair. He groans as his body Starts to Heal.

I stand and grab the bottle of wine, pouring Avery another glass. Holding it out for Him to take, I smirk. "More wine?"

"YOU killed Him." Avery accuses.

"I Did what was Necessary to Expand The KINGDOM." I shrug. "Do not Tell ME that You Miss the old cunt?"

His eyes darken.

Becoming bored with the Conversation, I take a Seat. "Let this Be a Reminder that I am Your KING."

Avery bows His head, gritting His teeth. "Yes, My KING."

"Next Time, it Will Be You ingesting the poison." I seethe.

"Am I Free to leave, My KING?" His jaw clenches.

I grin an evil grin. "You are."

Avery turns to leave.

"But.." I continue.

He pauses, His hands fisting.

"..Peysley." I Acknowledge MY Servant who has now regained his full Health.

"Yes, My KING." He bows.

"You have Been such a Loyal Servant, I Would like to Offer you a Gift." I smile coldly.

"Thank YOU, My KING." He humbly Accepts.

"Avery Will Escort you to His Cabins, MY Faithful Friend." I Offer.

Avery turns to Meet MY line of Vision, His eyes pitching black.

"Peysley Could Use a Good cock-sucking, no?" I casually Inquire.

"Indeed, My KING." Avery growls.

"I am so Glad You Agree, Brother. Gift the man ALL of Your Women." I Command.

"Yes, My KING." He snarls, turning to leave MY office.

"Oh, and Avery." I State as if just now Remembering.

He turns back to face ME.

"I almost forgot YOUR Punishment for trying to deceive Your Dear KING Brother." I Remind Him.

"Of course, My KING." Avery bows unwillingly.

"Selene will Begin her Mission Tonight." I stare at Him icily.

I can Feel His rage bursting in His veins.

"Is that a Problem, MY Brother?" I Inquire.

"My Life is but to Serve The THRONE, KING Brother." He States angrily.

"Good." I respond.

"How else May I Serve YOU, My KING?" Avery Answers.

"There is one more Thing." I Say Thoughtfully. "The Specialty Maids You Requested?"

Avery's eyes flash.

"I Will Be hand-Selecting each Maid on Your Behalf." I chuckle softly to MY Self. "Even the elderly Need a Good fuck."

"Very Good, My KING." He grimaces.

"I Will Ensure a steady cue, as You so Delightfully put it." I Laugh. "That Will Be ALL."

"Thank YOU, My KING." Avery nearly chokes out.

"Enjoy MY Gift, Peysley." I grin.

"Yes, My KING." He bows.

"Fuck them Well." I Finish. "You are dismissed."

Avery and Peysley exit the room. I pick up MY quill and scribe a bit of Correspondence.

'MY Dear Prophetess,

I Accept Your Invitation.

Signed,

The KING'