Revelations

Today was the day, the day that someone deemed me mentally fit for a tongue-lashing. I wasn’t even awake yet when the door to my chambers flew open, banging against its adjacent wall. I wasn’t quite sure it was evening yet, seeing as I felt as though I hadn’t slept one fucking wink all night. I began to turn to see what the fuss was all about, but the words hit my ears before I had eyes on my intruder.

“Get the fuck out of that bed, Wrath!” Came V’s husky voice. “Now!”

I growled as I shifted on my mattress. “I may not be 100%, yet. But, I am still your king and you /will/ speak to me with respect.” V was one of the Brothers that pushed the boundaries of his station more often than frequent. But, he never fully disrespected the throne or me. None of the Brotherhood did. Today, he was standing with one foot over that line. It was one thing I wouldn’t stand for.

V moved swiftly across the room, headed toward my closet. “Not today, you’re not. Today your my Brother, the one that recently tried to kill himself, thereby giving up his rights to said throne.” He stopped as he hit the closet door and turned. “You know, there are people in this house that are not sure you’re fit to sit on it, right?” He turned back toward the door and disappeared into the walk-in.

That one statement hit me like a sixty ton tank. Sure, I had thought about that since I had woken from what was supposed to be a one-way trip to The Fade. But, to hear it from V made it real. There were actually people that didn’t think I was fit to be their King, anymore. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that before, when it was just a thought rambling around in my head. Now, there was truth to the statement. Now, it had legs. I possibly wasn’t fit to sit on the throne, anymore.

When I lost my sight, I almost lost who I was. It seemed like I lost all purpose. Thankfully, Beth was there to help guide me into being who I was truly meant to be. I never would have believed that I was meant to be King to our race. But, with her direction, I took on the role anyway and I became a King, in every sense of the word, and I actually enjoyed it. It felt right with her by my side, as my Queen. However, when I lost her, everything got skewed. Being King didn’t seem to mean as much anymore. By the time I walked out of this manse with plans to enter The Fade, being King didn’t seem to matter at all. All that did was being with my Queen. At V’s words, though, I suddenly realized that being King did mean something to me and I wasn’t ready to be done with it.

I stood tall from my bed, ready to put my foot down, just as V came back out and threw a pile of clothes at me. “Get dressed, I’ll be waiting outside.” And just as quickly as he barged into the room, he turned and walked back out.