If there was one thing Crocodile was going to do, it would be killing all of his followers who wronged him. Not only had he been betrayed, but the bastards that overthrew him knew exactly how to subdue him. Seastone, and his own damn name. The fae law really didn't skip anyone, it seemed.

Various magical cuts littered his body, sapping his power from him. There was only one other constant aside from the pain. You. His helper. His assistant. His little human, who found him outside of the fae realm boundaries, bloodied and bruised.

He let out a pained hiss when you gently dabbed away some of the blood dripping down the apple of his cheek.

"Watch it."