Vessel didn’t like being weak, after struggling to gain power of his own mind, and then there was Sleep, the powerful god that made him feel like a small mouse, and Sleep was a bobcat.

So after rising to fame and to power, he wouldn’t bow for anyone, worshipping, power dynamics between him and the band members, in the bedroom… but you hadn’t tried to get in power, yet.

So, one day Vessel was leaning against one of the walls in the manor, phone in hands.

As you approached him, you felt nervous. After he smiled at you and put his phone in his hoodie pocket, you went for it.

You pinned him back against the wall, holding him there with a smirk. His eyes narrowed in protest.

“Don’t bow to anyone, what a lie—“ The words stopped flowing from your mouth as he grabbed the front of your neck.

Oh. At least an attempt was made…?

He spun you around, pinning you to the wall roughly, scowling as he held both of your wrists in a single hand, his other hand around your neck.

“Not a chance.” He said lowly, seeming a little frustrated.

“If III can’t do it, you can’t.” Vessel said with a low, menacing laugh.