Robert Kingsley | Lord Voldemort (kinglyone) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-02-12 17:37:00 |
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Who: Robert Kingsley
What: Robert carried out wishes to uh…kill. This is the short aftermath.
When: About 3 AM this morning.
Where: London Camelot Building
WARNINGS: Death. Mutilation. Sadness for poor Betty and Phineas Morland.
Robert always had fun when he was handed new toys to play within the comfort of his…castle. While it was feasible that he could have done the damage just as well in the apartment he rented in New Orleans—as the location was seedy enough for him to hide things convincingly—he had always preferred to carry out his acts of God in the comforts of his hidden kingdom where Albion’s citizens viewed him as their very own Satan. He’d enjoyed having the pleasure of torturing two people who were just so close to each other that he got to administer his favorite brand of torture: choice. The psychological warfare was far more pleasing than simple slicing. In the end, there had been tears mixed with the blood, and his hunger for death had been satiated for another day.
The fun didn’t end there. Betty and Phineas Morland weren’t merely a gift for him to have fun with. The fun was the first stage of an important operation, the need to make an example to display the idea that the Resistance wasn’t to be trifled with. The two bodies needed to be displayed so that all could see and appreciate the work he’d done.
It would have been suicidal for him to carry out this part of the assignment himself. The chances of getting caught were far too high for him to even think of taking part in the risk. But that was the beauty of having a King with a kingdom for a reincarnate. His subjects, who weren’t important enough to name, were given explicit instructions on what to do with the bodies. If they were killed in the process, they would just respawn in Albion like they did when he got bored and shot them. In the mix was the short one, and Robert couldn’t help but hold out a tiny bit of hope that he would be killed. Maybe being in the outside world would prevent him from reappearing in Albion.
By the time the sun rose the next day, those in London were given quite the nasty surprise. Phineas’s mutilated body had been hoisted to the top of the flag pole at Camelot’s headquarters, but the real sight was Betty. The reincarnate world’s Robin Hood was attached to the front of the building with iron posts driven into her body, sprawled out in a religious fashion. Across the ocean Robert steepled his fingers together and smiled to himself. “Let the games begin.”