They both despised and feared him. He was scorn, a product and existence they wanted gone. His very life a mix of two worlds that could never coexist, but still he existed.
Hate me, fear me, despise me.
these where feelings of those he could never bother with.
He was free, the world could burn for all he cared.
Only one rule echoed in his domain - his pleasure and no one else's
Heads will roll and blood will spill for they all exist for his pleasure .
The name ranzel darkthorn will echo as he stomps on those who dared to look down on him.
That was Until he crossed a thorn, his eyes gazed upon beauty and a life that should have been his but wasn't. A life were he submitted and was destroyed.
A narrow escape.