Hmmm....
I don't know what's happening in this little clip. I should probably figure that out before I go any further in this. :D It's Slash's POV 'cause he's probably the sanest out of all the demon muses.
I had never realized how big the throne room was. If I craned my neck back I could just see the ceiling or at least, what appeared to be the ceiling. The ceiling itself was something of a black hole. It was a vacuum in space ready to suck you up if The Master so wished it.
That’s what they told the underlings, anyway.
Mortal tales had always depicted our world as a place of fire and brimstone. But it was far from that. It was cold, empty, and lifeless. Mortals weren’t tortured with heat and pain, they cried out because of loneliness and despair. Even I, one of The Master’s very best, could feel it inside here. The throne room was enough to make me wary and cautious. Enough to make my blood run cold.
I led the way down the monstrous hallway, to the very chamber of my Master. I made sure My Axl was safely behind me, his fingers entwined with mine. As we neared the last chamber I felt Axl press up against me and his breathing hitch in his throat. Maybe he could feel the emptiness too.
Or maybe he was just horny. It was hard to tell with him.
The Master had his back turned to us, in deep thought it seemed. I glanced over and saw Mephisto standing just to the right of The Master. When he noticed us he gave a contemptuous sneer and leaned over to whisper something to the Master.
I gave Axl’s hand a quick squeeze before I released it. “Master Sixx?” I called out. “You wanted to see us?” The Master turned around and I bowed down stiffly to him. I realized Axl wasn’t doing the same. I glanced up at him, my knees still on the cold floor. “Axl,” I hissed. “Bow before The Master.”
My Axl paid me no attention. His arms were crossed and as he met The Master’s gaze his face was impassive. I looked nervously over at The Master to see how angry he was. Surprisingly, he almost looked...amused.
“You may rise, Slash. You and I are friends.” The Master spoke to me, but his eyes were still on Axl. “However, you need to teach your pet some manners.”
I slowly got to my feet. “Yes, sir. I apologize.”
Axl snorted and raised an eyebrow at me, mouthing the word “pet.” I could only shrug. Wasn’t much to do or say in this place. This was The Master’s dwelling, everything belonged to him. And here in his chambers everything...included us.
The Master had fixed his gaze on me. To look away was cowardly, too meet his eyes could signal a challenge. My whole body tensed as The Master’s wings unfurled and he rose to his full height. “Slash, you’ve been a faithful servant to me.”
I blinked at this. Not something I had expected to hear. “Thank you, Master,” I answered. “My only desire is to be here for you.”
His eyes flickered to Axl then back at me. “Only desire, Slash?”
My throat ran dry. “Yes, my Master, of course.”
He extended one large and cruel looking talon in my direction, beckoning me closer. “Slash, there are rumors.”
I stiffly took a step forward. “Rumors, my Master? Why do you listen to-”
He silenced me with a wave of his hand. “Your underlings betray you. They talk ill of you. Their whispers have reached me.”
Underlings? Izzy? Kirk? Tommy? They betray me! I would kill them! I would snap there necks and feed their rotting flesh to the lesser demons! I would make sure I found every one of them who dared speak against me! I was the leader! I was-
“Slash!”
I snapped out of my murderous thoughts and bowed again. “My allegiance is to you, Master. I’ve never done anything to speak otherwise.”
“And yet...” He looked thoughtful.
I had never realized how big the throne room was. If I craned my neck back I could just see the ceiling or at least, what appeared to be the ceiling. The ceiling itself was something of a black hole. It was a vacuum in space ready to suck you up if The Master so wished it.
That’s what they told the underlings, anyway.
Mortal tales had always depicted our world as a place of fire and brimstone. But it was far from that. It was cold, empty, and lifeless. Mortals weren’t tortured with heat and pain, they cried out because of loneliness and despair. Even I, one of The Master’s very best, could feel it inside here. The throne room was enough to make me wary and cautious. Enough to make my blood run cold.
I led the way down the monstrous hallway, to the very chamber of my Master. I made sure My Axl was safely behind me, his fingers entwined with mine. As we neared the last chamber I felt Axl press up against me and his breathing hitch in his throat. Maybe he could feel the emptiness too.
Or maybe he was just horny. It was hard to tell with him.
The Master had his back turned to us, in deep thought it seemed. I glanced over and saw Mephisto standing just to the right of The Master. When he noticed us he gave a contemptuous sneer and leaned over to whisper something to the Master.
I gave Axl’s hand a quick squeeze before I released it. “Master Sixx?” I called out. “You wanted to see us?” The Master turned around and I bowed down stiffly to him. I realized Axl wasn’t doing the same. I glanced up at him, my knees still on the cold floor. “Axl,” I hissed. “Bow before The Master.”
My Axl paid me no attention. His arms were crossed and as he met The Master’s gaze his face was impassive. I looked nervously over at The Master to see how angry he was. Surprisingly, he almost looked...amused.
“You may rise, Slash. You and I are friends.” The Master spoke to me, but his eyes were still on Axl. “However, you need to teach your pet some manners.”
I slowly got to my feet. “Yes, sir. I apologize.”
Axl snorted and raised an eyebrow at me, mouthing the word “pet.” I could only shrug. Wasn’t much to do or say in this place. This was The Master’s dwelling, everything belonged to him. And here in his chambers everything...included us.
The Master had fixed his gaze on me. To look away was cowardly, too meet his eyes could signal a challenge. My whole body tensed as The Master’s wings unfurled and he rose to his full height. “Slash, you’ve been a faithful servant to me.”
I blinked at this. Not something I had expected to hear. “Thank you, Master,” I answered. “My only desire is to be here for you.”
His eyes flickered to Axl then back at me. “Only desire, Slash?”
My throat ran dry. “Yes, my Master, of course.”
He extended one large and cruel looking talon in my direction, beckoning me closer. “Slash, there are rumors.”
I stiffly took a step forward. “Rumors, my Master? Why do you listen to-”
He silenced me with a wave of his hand. “Your underlings betray you. They talk ill of you. Their whispers have reached me.”
Underlings? Izzy? Kirk? Tommy? They betray me! I would kill them! I would snap there necks and feed their rotting flesh to the lesser demons! I would make sure I found every one of them who dared speak against me! I was the leader! I was-
“Slash!”
I snapped out of my murderous thoughts and bowed again. “My allegiance is to you, Master. I’ve never done anything to speak otherwise.”
“And yet...” He looked thoughtful.