Kingdom of the Feared

All at once, candles flared to life around the Prince of Wrath’s bedchamber.

“You’re lucky we came at all.” Wrath finally sat back, ignoring Lust’s snort at his choice of words.

“Father slay me,” Lust groaned. “Must you always speak as if you’re reciting a medical text?”

Judgment, in order to be fair, must be based on facts. Not emotions.”

“Immortality.” He shrugged. “Wounds heal, hearts regenerate. Life goes on. And on.”

“I am going to murder and maim my entire court. This whole fucking realm if someone interrupts us again. I hope you won’t mind ruling over a kingdom of nothing.”