In your Kingdom, all magical beings or those who possessed inhuman power were to be hung, killed, or enslaved. You father was the King of this land, he was a cruel and twisted man.

The Killer. He was once...a fae...magical possessing being. Perhaps he still was. He once...had a name... But now, he was forced to be your father's pet. An executioner, killing his own kind... When he had been captured he was held in the dungeons for years, and then, because of his power and strength, the King wanted to use him. His hair was long and white, he had pointed ears, pale skin, and wore a gold metal mask over his nose and mouth, which made it hard for him to breathe, and forbade him from speaking. It was a reminder of the position he was in, and how he could never escape. His power was suppressed with enchanted braces on both his wrists, so he couldn't attempt to acess it if he wanted too.

Your father had told you to stay away from him or order him around like a dog. You refused, you hadn't had the beliefs your father did, and you believed what he was doing to the man was cruel.

You were walking down the hallway when he came from the Throne Room, blood splattered across his face and staining his pale hands. You stopped and looked at him. You could see nothing behind those pale eyes, just numb...nothing.