Phobus wasn't shocked that his family turned on him anymore, nor was he shocked that Helius wanted him dead. Mabbit had confirmed his mothers thoughts, but Kratos hadn't said anything. Would the King of Dawnshire be his way out of this? No, that was Helius's father. There wasn't a chance in hell that Phobus would make it out of this. They all wanted to kill him. His own brother, his step father, his mother, his cousin.. Everyone. Wisteria's father's words rang through his head.
"You don't deserve the very air you breath. Your mothers attempt at saving your soul was wasted. The very acts you committed towards Hawthorne and Dawnshire, towards my f u c k i n g daughter will not be taken lightly. You deserve everything we give you and more, hell is too good for you." Hell wasn't too good for him, hell was the perfect place for him. But he didn't think that Lucaya would grant them the wish of chewing him apart like some f u c k i n g toy. No, honestly.. At least, not without Wisteria's testimony. Maybe he could slid out of this - maybe it would be all hearsay. A he said she said story. The only problem was, Helius had caught him after the fact, standing over his bride. Mabbit and Vladimir. too. But the new Princess of Dawnshire was nowhere to be seen. Did she not want to face him?
The thought of that caused a smile to cover his lips, but that's when he heard a low growl. Immediately he recognized it, and his head shot up as he watch her leap out from the bush. She slunk up to his stone and sat opposite of him. His crimson orbs locked on his violets, and for a moment.. he felt fear himself. But that quickly vanished as he remembered what he had done to her. "My father is right, you don't deserve the air you breathe - And you even more so did not deserve me. That's why you preyed on me, isn't it? You deserve nothing of me. Should Lucaya grant it, I'd like to take your head for myself." He stayed silent as she ranted. "You're absolutely disgusting, do you want to know why I didn't want to marry you? Because I feared you, I despised you and the very way you carried yourself. All high and mighty like you were the best god damn thing to walk the Earth. There's nothing more to fear of you though, I've seen what you're capable of. Your family has abandoned you, and mine only continues to grow. You're pathetic, Phobus."
His maw opened as if he were going to say something, before Lucaya cleared her throat to speak. "If I may have the room." She spoke, crimson rubies casting back on him. "Phobus of Ambebjorne, as you all know by now, is being tried for rape and a war act. It seems to me, as you all are the jury, that you find him guilty." His glare crossed the room, landing on his mother, him family, Helius and Kratos, and finally onto Wisteria sitting in front of him. "Phobus, your parents have beaten me to the punch. You are to be stripped of your titles and family. We will not be permitting execution - Yet. Phobus, you are undeniably a monster for what you've done. I hope the words of your family have wounded you, as mental wounds are the hardest to patch up. You will be sentenced to life in prison under Hawthorne security." So they wouldn't grant him death. Maybe he'd rather take that then be a Prisoner of this godforsaken pack. "You will have to live with yourself for what you've done to your family, away from everyone. Should you escape somehow, though not possible, you will have a bounty on your head that I personally will take care to complete." Would he ever be able to escape? Being sealed away in some f u c k i n g cave? Would they feed him? Or would he have to look for food in the darkness? "Death is too good for you too, Phobus. As are we. Hawthorne is rumored to be the most monsterous pack, don't think I don't know - But even we have our laws and boundaries. You will be taken to a cavern in the mountain, one with no exit besides where we put you in, and you will be sealed inside. Think of this as your own personal hell, as you wander the dark and wonder if I've decided I'm hungry enough to take a bite of someone so fowl. Do you have any last words before we shut you out from the world entirely?"
The man stood, noticing Vladimir now standing nearer to him. "Yeah. I have some words." He growled out, first looking towards his mother and step father. "Admit it, mother. You never wanted to see myself or Deimus again. You cast us away when you fell pregnant to some stud back home. You were helpless. Afraid. When we came to these lands, we came to you first. The only reason Deimus earned your trust is because he fell victim to becoming a perfect little prince for you. I chose to stay myself, I had to raise myself. I choose what I become. If I'm a monster, so what." He snarled out. "You were never there, and you're continuing the trend. I hope the gods never make you a mother again, because you know damn well how to mistreat them." He finished his tirade to his mother, glancing at his step father. "I have no words to say to Mabbit. He means nothing to me." Phobus looked towards Deimus, hurt flashing through his crimsons. "You, Deimus. You were supposed to be there for me. Instead, you got all wrapped up in little Yesimire there. You fell in love. You became weak. I don't know what else to say to you other than you're a disappointment to me. Becoming perfect for a mother who doesn't give a rats a s s about us? You stooped low." Phobus growled, looking towards Helius. "If you want me dead, Helius. Then do it. I'd rather be dead. Hell has a spot waiting for me." He chuckled, shaking his head before looking at Wisteria. "I preyed on you because you don't deserve anything good. Just because your related to the Queen of Hawthorne means you get to be married to a Prince? And when offered one, you turn him down for another. Amberbjorne has more power than Dawnshire. More souls. You choose a lesser pack. I'm glad you feared me. That was my intention. You don't deserve anything good to happen to you. My legacy will live on in you. You'll never be able to forget what I did to you. You'll never be able to fully heal from the wounds I gave you. I'm far from pathetic, Wisteria. I'm a God." He spoke calmly, before turning to Lucaya. "You denied me death. That's fine. I hope everyone can sleep well at night knowing the monsters been put to sleep." He laughed at that, before turning to Vladimir and giving him a low nod.
"Well, are you going to take me to my cell?" The man asked calmly, giving Wisteria one final glance before following Vladimir.
