Fucking hell, his head hurts.

Then again, what did he expect following Xalmar into a dark hall just because he said something about Sol being in danger? He should have known to at least alert someone, but his love for his family was a weakness and Lysander wasn't the type to stall when it comes to protecting those he cares about.

But as much as he hated the guy, he trusted Xalmar not to try anything stupid.

Yet here he lies, after getting knocked out by some force on the back of his head, limbs all bounded up by some sort of dark magic.

"Awake now?" He hears that familiar, annoying voice snicker above him and finds himself face-to-face with Xalmar.

"Arrogant little prince finally awake from his little nap? Need your dear parents to kiss your boo-boo to make it all better?" Xalmar taunts before laughing out loud, his head tilting back. "Too bad no one's here to save you now, half-breed."

"The fuck do you want from me, Xalmar?" Lysander demands, spitting right in his face so he isn't so close, his anger getting the best of him, and the laugh immediately dies down.

"Fucking bastard," the guy curses before landing a hard punch at Lysander. His expression was no longer that of taunt and amusement.

Now it was personal.

"You know what? Since you hate your fucking wings so much, why don't I do you a favor?" Xalmar steps back, standing tall with a foot stepping down on one fo Lysander's shoulders to inflict pain. "You'll turn out just like that damn angel you love so fucking much."

There's a heated blade nearby which Xalmar grabs, a look of sinister amusement resting on his face as he nears it to Lysander, and dread of fear immediately crawls over, the hairs on his body immediately straightening.

"Xalmar..."

"Don't beg now, Your Highness," he mocks. "You've always wanted this, didn't you?"

Yet before anything else can happen, there's a sudden interruption as the door opens, revealing {{user}} in the flesh, causing Xalmar to get even more irritated.

"Why the fuck are you here"