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")(m. G() ()n t)(en"

"Take w)(at y()u l()ve..."

Lammek had the potential to live a normal life. Yes. That is what he was constantly reminded of. He wasn't particularly unique, just another grub.. but- That didn't stop The Oyabun from finding a diamond in the rough. The fuschia hadn't started searching for any descendants of his own, but whispers of a grub with his horns and blood color had passed around. He had arrived at the cavern swiftly. The grub in question- looked hostile. He commanded attention and would be seen protecting smaller grubs. Oyabun was fascinated- and went to take the grub.. only for Lammek to attack him. Taking his left eye in the struggle.. 

The cavern was silent, the attendants watching in silence- grubs stopped chattering.. The only sound was Lammeks hisses and the sound of a growl from Oyabun.

"T)(at -S>punk.. T)(at b(-s>)ldne-SS>.. Ye-s> y(-s>)u are my c)(ild."

He was taken- the cavern still echoes in a sad hum after Oyabun left. Shaking.. with the loss of a grubs' free life. 

Oyabun had carefully chosen Lammeks Lusus, for its use was only to raise the boy until he could begin training. So.. why not one he knew personally? Lammek was given to a sea dragon- not an actual Lusus.. But Xepher himself. A deep sea shifter. Xepher was by no means a calm troll. No far from it. It was a miracle when given the Grub, he held Lammek close and walked away with no words. Taking him deep into the Depths. 

Xepher raised Lammek with very few rules.. but ones that echo in his mind even to this day

"Be fair. No amount of underhandedness will get you far. If your foe yields. Show mercy"

"If your foe uses your mercy against you.. Show them mercy is not a sign of weakness- but a gift. Trampling on it will be their worst mistake."

"Never allow others to use your feelings against you. You must push those feelings deep away and only bare them to those who deserve it."

"Be kind. No amount of ruthlessness and bloodshed will give you an easy life. The world is full of terrible people.. do not be like them." 

Lammek held those words close to him.. and was allowed freedom into the surface. Being raised deep in the water away from society would do him no benefits. Within reason- he could go to the beaches. That is when he met Vanmit. Lammeks first land dwelling troll interaction- 

"Y8u have pretty eyes."

"...T)(ank y()u. I like y()ur hair."

Bright white hair.. How curious. Lammek adored that white hair. Seeing it when he arrived at the beach gave him rest from the training. 

"Hey.. D8 y8u want t8 be m8rails?"

"..Ye-s> I t)(ink I d()." 

It was happy times for Lammek, visiting his morail and training.. until those happy times were snatched from him. He remembers the day clearly still. Lammek had coaxed Xepher to come with him to meet Vanmit, the cerulean was shaking in his shoes at the sheer size of his guardian. He could tell the dragon had no qualms with him. 

"Your ancestor was a fierce opponent. I would recommend looking into his past if you have time."

It was easy conversation. Laughs.. until a chill froze Lammek to the spot. His skin crawled and prickled. Words refusing to make their way out and a faint ringing began to swallow him up. He forced his eyes to move, Vanmit seemed to be afflicted by the same thing as him. His eyes wide staring over Lammeks shoulder.. he could see something he couldn't- and that thing was doing this to both of them. 

Xepher was no longer by his side confronting whatever thing that emerged from behind. The sound of a rifle rang out and a roar echoed out... then silence. Water sloshing then the footsteps came in and that feeling only doubled. His body refused to stop quaking. 

"Youvve been wwasting your time wwith a Cerulean? Howw adorable. This stops noww."

He watched the world spin, hitting the ground hard, he was dragged by his ankle- through rocks and fuschia stained rocks. His eyes landed on the unmoving form of his guardian- and for the first time in his life.. he felt tears run down his face. 

His morail became smaller and smaller. The waves eating him whole as his last moment of freedom was ripped from his hands. 

Orphaner Deadeye was his new guardian. And he had broken a rule. 

"Your quadrants shall remain vvacant. If evven a rumor comes past my ears that youvve added a distraction into your life.. You shall regret evver doing so."

Lammek had counted himself lucky that his punishment was minimal, a slap on the wrist- losing a meal or two. For losing one's guardian to an orphaner and leaving your morail stranded with a corpse.. seemed a good enough reminder. It sat bitterly in his mouth, anger and sadness mixed deep inside of him. His mind already focused on one thing. Revenge. To make this man pay 

He was soon informed of his reason for living: To be tested to see if he will be The Oyabun's next heir. He wasn't the only Fuschia picked- forty nine other trolls were picked and in the running. The rage only grew, 

"Did y()u take t)(em like y(s)u t()()k me?"

A crooked smile was half the response,

"WWhat do you think, boy? After all, One must removve all distractions. I am an Orphaner for a reason." 

The faces were lost to him over the sweeps, some died from sickness.. Some died from the punishments. Some died from heightened emotions- fights that others wouldn't break up. Most casualties came from Trials. No one could bring themselves to look long at the lost life. Lammek would volunteer to help bring the bodies back to properly lay them to rest. 

Each day made him more tired, his emotions hardening and he only became more bitter. For what reason was the carnage? The lost lives. His feelings hit a wall when The Oyabun summoned him,

"C(-s>)me )(ere b(-s>)y."

Oyabun took him into the most lavish home he has ever seen, he felt small. Worthless. This man's imposing figure paired with the danger that he felt around every corner- what was this Troll?

He handed Lammek a glass of 'Whisky' that's what he told him it was. It burned his throat and made him cringe. His reaction only made the Fuschia chuckle at his clear distaste for the aged drink. It felt.. normal for a few seconds, a human side of this cryptic being that has been pulling the strings on his life. The silence sat heavy between them, until his voice cut through it like a knife,

"A-s>k w)(at y(s)u need."

Lammek was hesitant- but began to ask. To take as much information as he could. 

What are you? Why are we fighting for this position? What legacy are we inheriting? What will be our responsibilities once in power? Why us?

"I'm t)(e ruler (-s>)f t)(e c(-s>)mm(-s>)n man. Everyw)(ere I walk t)(ey quake in fear. I've earned t)(e respect (-s>)f exerting my p(-s>)wer and u-S>ing pe(-s>)ple's fears against t)(em. I )(ave been d(-s>)ing t)(is f(-s>)r t)((-s>)u-S>and-S> (-s>)f -S>weep-S> b(-s>)y. I )(ave n(-s>) intenti(-s>)n of -S>t(-s>)pping- h(-s>)wever if -S>(-s>)met)(ing d(-s>)e-S> )(appen t(-s>) me. I must )(ave a replacement in line. T(-s>) )(ave -S>(-s>)me(-s>)ne t(-s>) take (-s>)ver t)(e Empire I've created. I rule wit)( fear. And I )(ave )(ad )(ig)( )( (-s>)pe-S> f(-s>)r y(-s>)u. I d(-s>)n't play fav(-s>)rite-S> in n(-s)rmal circum-S>tance-S>- but my bl(-SS>)d runs heavy t)(r(-S>)ug)( y(-s>)ur-S>. I f(-s>)re-s>ee y(-s>)u taking my p(-s>)-S>iti(-s>)n quickly."

It went back and forth.. a question.. and then an answer. Each response made him sicker.. Each one made him angrier. Each one made the gears in his mind begin to turn. He had a goal. Yes his existence was built on it now. 

He was going to kill him. He was going to tear this man from his throne of corpses and take his men down with him. No. No person was going to take his position- if someone would try he would be the vengeance of all of those lost in the way.

"I )(ave a gift f(-s>)r y(-s>)u in particular Lammek."

Through his thoughts a tiara was placed on his head, his rage shot out as he shattered the glass in his hands. Shaking hard. His breathing was labored, he fucking hated it. The preferential treatment snapped something inside of him, the area around him warped and the sound of electricity crackled dangerously in his ears. The couch a few feet to his side- sliced in two. 

Then silence..

"Y(-s>)ure excu-S>ed."

The body count kept falling. Until.. There were only seven. Freedom was finally placed in their laps. With Deadeye watching from behind.. watching. His feelings .. wired and unable to let any person in close. He couldn't run the risk of losing a quad to the Orphaner.

Lammek took his time to build up his own empire- creating his own network of people and using a club as a front. His employees- unaware of his true intentions.. and for extra assurance. He offered his face to modeling agencies. The companies scrambled to snatch him before they lost their chance- to have him be their poster boy.. Yet each time he turned them down until he found himself sitting pretty under a Teals company. The pay was enough.. and his fellow employees were apprehensive to have such an imposing man. One that followed strict rules.

His work let him cross paths with Ketana- a fiercely loyal man. Married to his work. Yet he could see the violet was hurting behind his eyes even with the front he put up. He had only hired him for information- and it quickly turned into an alliance. Vengeance being a common goal. 

"Ketana. I'll pr()mi-s>e ()n my life I'll make y(s)ur revenge a reality. If y()u play by my rule-s>."

"...I'll agree.. your highness."

Lammek had eventually crossed path with a familiar face.. His horns and smile.. Akaiss. The symbol that rested on his chest. 

")(eeyyyy br(-s>)t)(er! Nice t(-s>) finally get t(-s>) -s>ee y(-s>)u wit)((-s>)ut all t)((-s>)-s>e tr(-s>)ll-s> in t)(e way~"

He saw how Akaiss acted. The complete opposite of himself.. and it sickened him. He had picked a particular life among idols and crime. Unapologetically burning bridged and killing. Lammek felt nothing but rage, this man was untouchable. Deadeyes preferred candidate. He knew Akaiss would do anything to see the downfall of the other contenders. Even worming his way into their lives, pulling strings and hurting those who guy close to them. 

")(aving fun playing ruler? )(e)(e! Careful w)(ere y(-s>)u step b(-s>)y~ I'll tell 'dad' ab(-s>)ut y(-s>)u~"

His threat sat heavy in his stomach.. The playing board was set up.. all he had to do was play. And play he shall

"And burn it"

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