I'm gonna make you wish that you’d stayed gone

There was no denying the searing hatred that Sephiran and Artorias held for one another- the tension between them palpable, a metaphorical black hole capable of swallowing everything in its proximity. It's a visceral reaction, an overwhelming surge of animosity that drowns all reason and rationality. If it weren’t for Rhazien and his control over the young tyrant, this very well may have turned into a bloodbath- both Sephiran and Artorias were victims to their resentment, which threatened to fester and poison until there was nothing left.

But Rhazien, being the skilled puppeteer he was - a manipulator who blended seamlessly into the electrifying tension, with an air of unassuming confidence - held Sephiran at bay. Though, the rage boiling within the male was evident, heightening with every word Artorias spat at them- mocking his means of obtaining a throne, calling him a fucking coward. The growl that resonated from his chest morphed into a guttural snarl- animosity seeping from every pore, filling the air with a surge of pungent testosterone.  A visceral reaction to the taunt. Those emerald and amethyst eyes alit with fury, lips curling into a sneer of disdain. His breaths became sharp, forming jagged gasps, each inhalation enhancing the flames of anger that threatened to consume rational thought. In that moment, Sephiran almost gave into his anger- toes flexing to grip at the soul, fantasies of shoving his way past Rhazien and lunging for Artorias’ throat convulsing in every corner of his mind.

And Rhazien must have felt the shift too- he flicked an ear back at Sephiran, giving another reminder to keep his fucking cool. And so, Sephiran kept himself at bay- leaning on the edge of his seat, every muscle fiber alit with energy- pulsating, and begging for release. Even at the accusation of trying to rape his daughter, Sephiran bit back the words that threatened to spew from his maw. Acidic and putrid, leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. But finally, he’d heard enough from the male- the threat towards his family, as Artorias attempted to forbid them from existing in Ardent and threatened to hunt them down if they did not comply, acting as the tipping point. Moving forward to stand beside Rhazien, Sephiran exudes an unmistakable aura of disdain. His eyes glaring at Artorias, chin subtly tilting, as he commands his attention away from Rhazien.

Mirroring Artorias’ body language, Sephiran makes his unwillingness to yield known. “Then The Syndicate will be an enemy of the Ashen empire.” He says, unwavering in his determination and steadfast in his resolve, disinclined to back down despite the odds piling up against him and his brood. “And should you seek vengeance, any acts of violence against my kingdom or its members will be returned tenfold.” Again, he was unyielding, refusing to bow to the pressure or succumb to Artorias’ threats. If he wanted to declare them enemies, so be it- but if the male pursued his threat of trying to annihilate his family, Sephiran would reciprocate the violence tenfold. He would wage war against Artorias, and he would make sure to defile and pillage every single thing the man held dear. "Have we made ourselves clear?" A threat returned with a threat; only, Sephiran made it known he was not acting on his own accord. He had a force behind him, an army ready to be unleashed at will.

At least they could agree on one thing.

There would be no mercy.  

"Sephiran Saxe"