The Gentleman Villain

Scarrborough froze when he saw his friend sitting there, sprawled out lazily in the old Master's throne. The volcano's eruption had all but destroyed the original crater that had served for the throne room. Now, with the magma nearly dried and all other entries to the room destroyed, little light managed to creep into the chamber. What did finally come was nothing but the dying rays of the setting sun.
Each ray came to rest upon the rough throne, and upon the all but manic heir that say upon it.
Bathed in scarlet, golden eyes leering, face twisted into a grin.
"Zsarrette...?" Scarrborough asked cautiously as he stepped closer to the throne. His ears perked up a bit in alarm when he saw blood across the Prince's face.
"Zsarrette, are you alright?!"
The Prince gave a cynical laugh, "Oh don't worry Scarrborough, none of its mine."
Scarr gulped down his growing nervousness and dared another step closer, "Zsarrette, you need to get out of here. This whole place is going to come down. You know that!"
"I'm not going anywhere," Zsarrette said cooly, "This place is fine."
"Thortorin is in ruins!"
"Yes," Zsarrette said with a chuckle, "It is. Its beautiful."
Scarrborough shook his head, "This isn't time for games. This whole place could collapse at any minute."
Zsarrette rested his head on his hand as if to say he didnt care. His grin grew a bit wider.
It made Scarrborough antsy. It was unnerving.
"Oh come now Scarrborough," Zsarrette said, his voice creeping into a pouting tone, "You're not afraid of me are you? I mean... aren't we nearly brothers?"
Scarr blinked at the Prince, confused. He knew Zsarrette; there was a trap hiding in that sentence somewhere, a trigger for motion. For a fight.
"We've been through a lot together," Scarr said cryptically, "You're closer to me than my real brother."
"Yes... I'd say we know each other quite well," Zsarrette hummed.
"You're fishing for something."
Zsarrette burst out into a fit of manic laughter, "So the brute has brains after all!"
"What do you want Zsarrette?" Scarr said defensively, a growl resonating in his chest.
The laughter abruptly stopped and Zsarrette growled, "I want what you've stolen from me."
The Prince sprang to his feet, a motion so fluid and sure-footed, he nearly floated across the floor.
"I've taken nothing from you!"
"You stole my Master," Zsarrette said, the last remnants of his previous laugh bubbling through his voice, "You stole my father. I'm going to be paid in full for that."
Scarrborough growled again, this time a warning.
Zsarrette ignored it and paced closer, "Don't worry. This won't take long."

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I need to stop staying up so late XD
I have a class tomorrow (early tomorrow too ffffffff whoops maybe I'll just skip it nope I can't do that grades too important)
My life sucks XD
But I wanted to draw him so bad you have no idea!
I've missed you Zsarrette!!

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~L~