Part 2

Context: You think you had a life before, but you simply can't remember. You remember screaming in pain, pleading for a name that you can't remember, before it all went dark. Now, you are back in the land of the living, your memories gone and the name you may have been praying to... is the Dark Prince himself. Half-demon, half-Fae, he is a legend not to be trifled with. And yet... you appear to have once been the person that mattered most to him. His beloved.

Setting: ????/The Necromancer's Tower

Tags:[AMM4A][Widows to Lovers?][Yandere AF Dark Prince Speaker][Resurrected Listener][Childhood Friends/Rivals][Protective][Hard Angst][Reunited][Amnesia][Fantasy][Necromancy][Vulnerable for Listener][CW: Torture/Death/Angst]

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[?] = Your captor/murderer

[W] = A hapless wizard/necromancer

[E] = Elwyss, the Dark Prince

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[Scene opens in… ???]

[?] Answer me!

[SFX: A violent electric shock]

[Pause!]

[?] You know the Dark Prince’s weakness better than anyone, you annoying little discarded brat! HE conquered your Kingdom! HE forced your hand in marriage! SO STOP DEFENDING THE MONSTER AND TELL ME HOW TO DEFEAT HIM!!

[...]

[?] … You will answer… I swear to the gods, you will answer before one of us is dead!

[SFX: Another violent electric shock and an unfortunate ‘pop’]

[The electricity surges through you again and passes through your heart. The seering pain fades, at long last, to cold]

[?] O-Oh… Oh gods, no, t…that wasn’t meant to kill you! S-Shit, no, no no no no! Stay with me, please! We need you to stop h-!

[...]

[That’s about when you see the great, winged Reaper looming above you. You greet him as an old friend and he greets you in return. That… is when you died]

[Time Skip - Unknown]

[Long Pause - Silence]

[...]

[SFX: One heartbeat]

[...]

[SFX: A few more weak heartbeats]

[A new, wizened voice gleefully calls out from above you]

[W] “Yes… They are waking!”

[SFX: Chains rattling]

[W] “Wait, wait, wait, don’t panic!”

[Pause!]

[You shoot up with a gasp, everything hurting. A heavy collar sits around your neck and, on raw adrenaline, you try to flee]

[W] “Gods damnit, PLEASE! If the Prince sees you in this state, he’ll go berserk!”

[SFX: The chain being yanked / the Listener collapsing]

[W] “...Did that hurt too badly? A-Ah, please forgive me, your highness!”

[SFX: The chain rattling as the Listener coughs]

[W] “I thought… you aimed to attack…”

[SFX: The door swings open and a young man rushes in, eyes and voice thunderous]

[E] “What are you doing to them, Wizard?!”

[You cough harshly against the ground, struggling to regain your air flow as he looms above you. He kneels slowly, fingers resting on your neck]

[E] “...Goodness, it left a near dent… I-I… I’m sorry, my love. Wizard? Who asked you to yank their chains like that?!”

[W] “...F-Forgive me, my Prince, I… I thought they were going to attack.”

[E] “Leave us. At once.”

[The wizard practically sprints off as you’re left with the Dark Prince towering over you, insanity in every corner of his eyes]

[P-Pause]

[At your plea, he softens immediately]

[E] “Please don’t hurt you…? Gods above… Please, my Starry Night, don’t… do you not recognize me?”

[...]

[E] “Yes! Yes, I am Prince Elwyss! But… But why do you refer to me as the ‘Dark Prince’, you never… not even in jest…”

[...]

[Brief horror flashes across his features. The hurt in his eyes is almost enough that it breaks even you]

[SFX: Elwyss slumping to his knees]

“N-No… The wizard assured me you’d remember our life before this! Please, darling… I am Prince Elwyss, your fiance. We were arranged to be wed a year ago to bring prosperity to our lands. But before even that…”

[...?]

[The Prince lets out a shuddering breath, voice close to breaking]

“...Before even that, an assassin snuck into your room one night and made off with you. Demanded a ransom for your life… but, from what we could gather, the bastard kept torturing you for information with some kind of electrical spell. He asked one too many questions, and… killed you…”

[...]

[With another shaky breath, the morose Prince continues]

“He must have fled… realizing that he’d forfeited his own life and had no bargaining chips… I stormed the half-sunken rot of a castle he called home, and… and found you chained to the wall by one arm, eyes lifeless…”

[...]

[He lets a tired, sad smile escape]

“...I will never forget how afraid I was to approach you… I’d call your name, then move a few steps forward, over and over, until there was no denying the harsh truth: my love had been murdered by some lowlife wretch who WILL face punishment for this, I SWEAR IT!”

[Pause!]

“Oh! O-Oh, I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to scare you further… The chains are not there to harm you. They are there because, well, necromancy is volatile. You could have woken as a flesh-starved beast… No, but you are still you, in most regards… Still so very beautiful and patient…”

[...]

[The Prince pulls you close, not seeming to care if you devour him or not]

“...My sweetest Star… The idea of you no longer shining, just for me… I couldn’t take it! Father said to move on. ‘Find another’, he said, not knowing, not underSTANDING that… that there is no other… I had to see the necromancer in secret. Had to kill…”

[...]

[You see his eyes reflected in the window behind you. They’re blood red]

“...You’ll understand again soon, my love… You and I? We’re children of the undergrowth. Left in the shade so our older siblings may shine in the sunlight. And that’s fine… Riess knows that I could crush him in a fight. That is why he knows to watch his tongue… but I don’t care about any of that! All I wanted was my dearest friend back…”

[...]

[You rest a gentle hand on his crown and he lets out a shaky breath]

“...Please don’t leave me again…”

[...]

[His shoulders shake. You know the myth of the Dark Prince, a young man that conquered kingdoms single-handedly. This man is not a feared conqueror. He’s broken]

“...Do you remember anything about your captor? If it is too much, then do not answer. You are here, you are mine again, and that is all that matters… Let the rivers run red with blood, I will not suffer a starless sky again!”

[...]

“...We grew up together, you know? Our parents introduced us as kids and oh how much trouble we’d get into. We all but hated each other until we turned teens. We were on the field, sparring, quite ferociously, when we were both… twenty? It turned so personal that we dropped our weapons and went to fists. Then, I pinned you… and we kissed…”

[Color floods your cheeks. You can’t imagine fighting, much less kissing the legendary Dark Prince]

[P-Pause]

[He laughs, though it is sad]

“We made love for… hours, I think. I remember it so vividly, breathing how badly I needed you, over and over. You kept nibbling on one of my ears, poking a horn… You did love to tease me, despite my name… My title…”

[...]

“Yes… the ‘Dark Prince’. The demon-bourne son while my half-angelic brother glimmers in the sunlight. The notorious Grim Knight on the steed of a slain Dullahan…”

[For a moment. Just a moment, his voice grows meek]

“...Do you… fear me?”

[Pause…]

“I know you are afraid in general, but… No, I’m being selfish in demanding answers. You need rest, and I need you with me at all hours. This shan’t happen again, I… I will not allow it!”

[...]

[He picks you up, princess-style, and sweeps off in effortless strength]

[...Pause?]

“Am… I afraid?”

[He pauses at your question, eyes on the moon outside]

“...*Petrified*, my Star. Petrified.”

[To be continued]

Note: Man, Esme Jones is a real asshole sometimes… WAIT-