Mammon hated his ears just as much as she loved his flames. “Make them brighter,” she ordered. “Bigger, hotter; show me more!” He, with two ‘x’s to his name and a scar on his chest that proclaims he is:
Precious. Someone, not just who she says he is.
He was not trash like that bitch of a whore who claims him as hers. He would show her just who the hell he is.
The men laugh when they see him. Pussy-cat, they say, pretending to be the Ninth’s son. He is up to his knees in their bodies by the time his vision clears.
His ears and tail are the only parts of him not covered in blood.
The Varia are different. The Varia know him as King (even if that fucking faggot keeps trying to touch his ears). It does not matter how he looks, but how strong he is.
Xanxus has found his home.
He did not expect the girl.
“Xanxus-sama,” she says. “Master,” she calls him, ears perked and tail wagging, claiming a Name matching his.
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Mammon hated his ears just as much as she loved his flames. “Make them brighter,” she ordered. “Bigger, hotter; show me more!” He, with two ‘x’s to his name and a scar on his chest that proclaims he is:
Precious. Someone, not just who she says he is.
He was not trash like that bitch of a whore who claims him as hers. He would show her just who the hell he is.
The men laugh when they see him. Pussy-cat, they say, pretending to be the Ninth’s son. He is up to his knees in their bodies by the time his vision clears.
His ears and tail are the only parts of him not covered in blood.
The Varia are different. The Varia know him as King (even if that fucking faggot keeps trying to touch his ears). It does not matter how he looks, but how strong he is.
Xanxus has found his home.
He did not expect the girl.
“Xanxus-sama,” she says. “Master,” she calls him, ears perked and tail wagging, claiming a Name matching his.
He is Precious; who the hell was she ( ... )
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