He didn’t expect the call of the other male, the man was short to Siruius standards, but then, so many where. He was pale and easily burnt in the sun, and well he had never treated Sirius with true terrible intent like some of the Klein, he had also not spent a great deal of time around him to learn his true nature.
He just knew that the man was intended to be heir, and now his sister was ruler instead. He did not try to undermine Deathbelle, instead he tried to take her to bed. His anger was already rising, and he fought with himself. He was almost tempted to ignore the call entirely, but he had never ignored a summons of a Klein.
His den was right beside Deathbelles, and once he popped his head from the stone entrance, he could see the white devil as he stood upon the rocks outside of Deathbelle’s den. Heart hammering with indecision, the Titan approached Hannibal, stopped before him, and lowered his head in a bow, intended also to hide the burning in his eyes.
“You called for me, Your Grace?” he said, emotionless as could be. He wasn’t certain how to address the man who was not Emperor.
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