Japeth was walking around in the deepest darkest corners of Camelot's castle. His cold icy blue eyes looked at the dark emptiness surrounding him, while his wild dark copper hair was slightly moved by the night breeze sneaking into the castle through the opened windows and cracks. His pale skin was shined upon by the moonlight as the hallways were filled with the clanking sound of his boots stepping on the stone floor of the palace, as his scims stood still and calm resting on his arms.

Ever since he and his brother took over Camelot the castle was fixed at once, looking better than all of it's previous years. His brother's plan was going perfectly, but what did he get out of this?

He despised his brother, and despised was least said. Sure he was loyal to him, sure he stood by his side, but he sought his own end of the deal with this arrangement. His foolish brother could not even come anywhere close to figuring out what he was going after this entire time. He thought they had the same ideas, the same needs, but he forgot that Japeth's vision was far from different than his.

He had power beyond imagination running through his veins, power that his brother had not inherited. The simple existence of his scims showed that he got the strongest genes despite his seemingly recessive genes portraying in his physical appearance as blue eyes were not the best example of dominant ones.

He was cruel as he was cold. He was unforgiving as he was terrible. He did not hunger or thirst after the blood of the ones that he has marked and doomed with his existence for all these people were just bugs under his boot that he had to squash down due to how repulsive they were compared to him.

He knew no peace, he knew no rest. Once he set his gaze upon something he'll make sure he'll reach it, weather it be by having it given to him willingly or by having to leave a trail of bodies behind him.

The only ones that knew this in whole truth was he, and by the time others will come to acknowledge it will be too late.