I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed.


PREVIEW: Phobos attempts suicide in his prison cell and Elyon is summoned to short things out, under the suspicion that he does this in seeking of an opening. However the conversation ends up way differently than what Elyon had ever thought it would be.


"The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones"

-William Shakespeare-

Elyon's heels were echoing in the stone pavement of the underground dungeons. The secret hideout was known to very few people. Even if someone did know about the Infinite City, they should know where to look for in order to find the Mage's Lair and even if they did know where to look for, they should know how to look behind the waterfall to find the passageway, which led to the back, to the dungeons. This hidden place, hidden from both eyes and minds of people, was the only place Elyon could think of. She never did like the fact that the dungeons were barely held under the very palace she lived in. Sure it was deep (the passageway probably ran through the rock that the palace was standing on, till it finally found solid ground and descend even further down) but even then…the dungeons were so close for comfort that Elyon felt like she hadn't slept in a week the first days the prisoners were led there. She knew what kind of snake she had placed in her bosom and she knew that it would fatal to make even the slightest mistake. Therefore, she concluded, the closest that man was to her attention, the better control of the situation she would have. But that didn't make her feel more comfortable…

At that specific moment though Elyon was ironically half-running towards the snake's pit, almost literally… She passed by the dark corridors and entered the magnificent streets of Infinite City as the emerald marbles expanded towards every direction. Her personal guard was coming right behind her, following her footsteps and always keeping the proper distance with her. Elyon always preferred walking than teleporting herself from one place to the other. It helped her keep contact with reality; reminding her to be humble and not let her power get to her head. However at that particular moment she did prefer walking. Teleporting would be too fast…way too fast for comfort as she wasn't in the slightest bit of a mood to hurry and come face to face with him… The man who destroyed the lives of her people…and hers….

She approached the final obstacle; a column with beautiful engravings on it. Elyon flicked her hand and her power pressed the button, or rather the carving that was the button in disguise. The rock door slid open slowly revealing the staircase going below. She swallowed hard once before gathering all her courage to slowly begin descending. Along the way she remembered why she was being summoned in the first place and the thought filled her with anger; anger proven the most redemptory and helpful for her current state. She needed that anger to boost her courage and her wit; preparing her for what was about to begin or better; preparing her for what she was about to face so that she would stand proud in her place; acting like a real Queen.


Finally her descending came to an end; to a beautiful room with clear waters falling from a Waterfall. The Mage's Lair that was once the center of spiritual seeking for Meridian was now deserted; very well kept, sure but surely deserted. There was no Mage there anymore nor any visitors seeking for her help; just two guards standing there; supposedly being the first line of defense between the outside world and the secrets hiding behind the peaceful waterfall. Elyon courteously greeted the saluting soldiers with a nod of her head before flicking her hand softly. Immediately the waterfall opened as though it was a common curtain. Elyon and her guard marched inside a tunnel, leading further and further in the dim light.

The two guards at the door, seemed to have been rather drawn into their conversations for they gasped surprised upon seeing her, barely having time to salute her properly. Elyon could have guessed that her expression wasn't particularly helpful in their situation either.

"Your Majesty-…" one of them began

"No time for that, soldier, tell me what happened" Elyon cut him off before he could start his usual monologue and she walked past him.

The two guards began desperately following her.

"Your Majesty…if only we knew… We didn't have time to stop him! He-…"

"How did this even happen?" Elyon insisted while marching, "How did he even pull this through?"

"W-With a bone from his dinner, Your Majesty…" the other soldier spoke, his weapon clattering as the two of them were chasing after the angry or worried Queen, "If only but we've known…"

"No matter!" Elyon cut him through again, "From now on, debone everything you give him. If that's not possible then serve him broths! I will not tolerate such thing happen again!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"They won't accuse me of plotting and of being a murderer and a family-slayer, do you understand me?"

"Y-Yes, Your Majesty… Crystal clear…"

"Good!"

Elyon marched in the giant room full of holes in the walls like hives; cages with energy bars…

"And remember your training! He's capable of anything…"

She finally began slowing her moves down till she came into a halt to the man-made plateau that was separating the cells from the corridor. Her eyes glared up at the figure inside the cell before her. The man was sitting on the cell floor, his head lowered to his chest as though given up on life or sleepy. Sensing her presence the man raised his platinum head and Elyon glared as her gray eyes came in contact with that pair of green eyes that she was so desperately trying to forget.

"Phobos…" she whispered deadly.

A toothy grin spread slowly across the Prince's lips, revealing his pearl-white teeth.

"Elyon…" Phobos whispered back.


Elyon observed him from top to bottom. He looked well, for what she could tell, at least for the circumstances that brought her down there, anyways. His small, claustrophobic cell hardly had anything in it. Phobos, the Prince who was used upon sleeping on geese feathers and velvet, being sent here must have been hell, that is all she knew (not that in Kandrakar he would have had a different fate, she should notice. At least from what she recalled from her own experience in the Tower of Mists, Kandrakar was not as…peaceful with its prisoners and rightly so, judging from the types of prisoners kept there). Nevertheless the Prince and ex-tyrant of Meridian looked surprisingly good. Apart from a bit of dust on him, the Prince was taken care of, to say the very least. Time in that cell worked differently than the outside world after all. He did look a bit strange, though, that much Elyon could tell. She couldn't put her finger on it but Phobos seemed to be sitting on the ground, his back against his prison's wall and seemed rather sluggish as though his head had suddenly grown in weight and he could not keep it upright. Elyon for a second wondered the cause of such a thing.

He was dressed in his usual dress robes, made of best black material, black enough to bring up even more of his pallid skin tone. Yes, at the moment his skin appeared paler than usual and she suspected the blood loss being the cause of it. Her eyes fell on his arms. The arms still had the healed burn marks on the forearms, reminding her of their last duel but what really drew her attention was his left forearm that was also wrapped up in a white bandage. It was badly wrapped, as though someone had given it first aid rather hastily before his senses came around but it was surprisingly well-done job, given the circumstances. There was a discreet bloodstain on the bandage. Nothing that could indicate huge loss of blood but certainly it had proven she was not brought down there without a reason.

"What's that?" Elyon casually nodded her head towards the bandage.

Phobos looked at his arm as if observing the badly-wrapped bandage for the first time. Elyon once more noticed how heavy his head appeared on his thin neck.

"Permanent solution…" he raised his arm in the air, as if to show her and let her gave a better look, "…to a temporary problem"

"No…I don't believe you. You wouldn't do that…"

"I already tried once…in Kandrakar, remember?" he retorted, nonchalant, "Unfortunately, however, it seems that even the Grim Reaper is grown afraid of me…just like certain people in this very planet…"

"I'm no longer afraid of you, Phobos!"

The short sound that came out of Phobos's grinning mouth and the way he leaned forwards once left no question to what he did; the Prince had laughed.

"Open my cage then, dear sister, cut me loose. Then we'll see how brave you are when there isn't anyone holding me back!"

All his words were whispery, husky and slow but Elyon felt them all the same dangerous! She swallowed once. Not that she felt any bit of sorry for him but perhaps one small part of her heart was still seeing a living relative, perhaps the only one she had left now apart from her infant baby and still couldn't help to ask herself; how had they reached that point?

"How many times did you try it?"

"Maybe a little more than a hundred…maybe a little less… Sadly every attempt ended in a failure so they gave me no choice but to…keep on living…"

"You would never try that again. You're lying"

"Like I've never done that before!"

The sneering tone of his voice was even creepier to her ears now that he was in that semi-sleeping state. It was driving her insane in worry that at any minute he would be proven to be lying about his enclosure and that he would jump out of his cage and slit her throat with her own necklace. She knew it was absurd first because Phobos was locked in for good and second because such violent solutions were not his thing anyways. Phobos was the type that would break your spirit, not your body even if it felt like this was exactly what he was doing even now. So she did the best she could; she concealed her fear with anger, just like her mother had taught her; she imagined him being more scared of her than she was of him.

"You will no longer have your way Phobos. I told them to be aware of your lies and schemes"

"Ah! Of course…" Phobos leaned back, "My little sister has grown wise. The wise Queen of Meridian…no longer eluded by the deceiving words of the Tyrant!"

Phobos smirked again, revealing his white teeth. His voice had grown like a whisper.

"How delightfully touching!"

Elyon shivered and it wasn't the coolness of the prison at fault. She had imagined him more afraid of her but the problem was that Phobos was not afraid. He had been so used at causing fear to others that there was a tad of things that could scare him anymore. He probably feared her power, yes, but he did not fear her…not while he knew that it was her heart that was driving her powers and the sense of morality she had received as a child. He was not afraid of her because probably he was playing the game far better than she was; he was imagining her more afraid than he was of her and quite frankly it was more successful than her attempt because it was also closer to the truth… Phobos' gaze shifted back at his hands for a second, letting off a small (yet fake) sigh as though they were good friends that were just about to change the subject of their conversation.

"So…" he started, "Is there any 'special someone' in your life yet, Elyon? Anyone to make that little, soft heart inside your chest flatter and those pretty cheeks fluster?"

The question came out of nowhere and, much to Elyon's dismay, seemed to be doing the job; it had caught her off guard, made her lose her concentration to the original subject and of course it had risen anger and above all worry inside her; worry that he might know what he wasn't supposed to know!

"That's…none of your business!"

"Well I am supposed to be concerned about my little sister…whether she has something to…pass her time, let's say…or…whether she is seeing anyone she is not supposed to…"

His voice was so full of vulgar smugness that literally made her want to be sick. For a moment she feared that his eyes had stuck onto her chest; as if he could sense her breasts full of milk from motherhood. She felt like she knew that he knew! Her arm made a subconscious move to cover her chest but she realized on time that this would be the exact clue that Phobos might need to put two and two together so her hand clenched in a fist instead.

"Cut it out Phobos!"

She hoped her anger would show only her feeling of being uncomfortable and not her anxiety for her child's safety. She sincerely hoped that his drugged state wouldn't allow him to observe her reaction and interpret it as the hurt pride of a Queen and not the worry of a mother; a mother most desperate to protect her child from yet another mortal danger.

"Well… I am not…" Phobos continued, completely untouched, "…Most of creatures here are male, not that I minded anyway, not per se but you know…"

He looked around theatrically even if his body language was still so chilled as someone had indeed drugged him (Elyon was now seriously suspecting someone had put something in his food or drink to make him more sedated when they talked –even if that did nothing to Phobos' sharp mind as it seemed- ).

"Filthy Galhot primitives, lurdens, arachnoids, giant insects… This is all breathtakingly un-erotic!"

He let out a single breath that came out as a chuckle. Elyon felt a shiver down her spine. Yeah, he definitely seemed knocked down by some sort of drug or sedative and this drugged Phobos was even creepier and disturbing than the normal Phobos with all those lazy movements of his and the hazy eyes that still sparkled sharply and stared deeply in her soul. And she wasn't sure that she wanted to hear all the details of Phobos' sexual preferences or whatever dark secrets he was hiding under his previous bed sheets from when he was tormenting Metamoor as the worst tyrant. Phobos, as if smelling her discomfort from where he was sitting, shifted his hands to his knees and leaned forward, as if aiming to get closer to her. Elyon swallowed a lump down her throat. She could have sworn she almost felt his hot breath to her face.

"There's not much to do here to pass the time… Just…dreaming…and you know dreaming down here is a dangerous thing…"

Elyon was trying her best to avoid his gaze but she found it impossible to resist the temptation looking at him with the corner of her eyes. Phobos smirked as though he was drunk and leaned even more forward.

"…It makes you think of things you shouldn't be!"

Elyon couldn't contain that look half of disgust and half of fear. She wasn't sure what Phobos meant by that and she wasn't sure she wanted to know either.

"But..!" Phobos made her nearly jump out of her skin when he spoke again, "…your people here seem to really want me to be a dreamer…especially when you are here, mind you!"

"You knew they drugged you?"

Phobos scoffed indifferently.

"Come on, your Majesty… Didn't you think that I would notice the difference in the taste of this terrible prison food…? And even if I wouldn't, it doesn't take much of brains to realize that 2 plus 2 equals 4."

"Then…why did you eat it then?"

Phobos shrugged.

"Well, for starters, I need to eat. Food is essential for my survival after all…since I never got the chance of becoming Supreme Being, as I so much wished to…"

"I thought you wanted to end your life!" Elyon spat at him ironically

"Oopsie… I clearly lied"

Elyon barely resisted the need to roll her eyes.

"Besides…there is not much thrill in here so…since there is not a more traditional way to make my senses spinning, I would have to settle with this…let's say, more unexpected solution…"

He scoffed at his own joke, hanging his head to the side and moving his neck in a circle, as though he wanted to relax his pained muscles (not that it would be unrealistic for him to do so, Elyon concluded. There was close to nothing in his cell). He truly was knocked out by the drug, she concluded. She wasn't sure how long the sedative would work (morpion formula, she guessed) but he seemed really sluggish as though his entire body was made of jelly but even now his mind was sharp like glass.

"I might as well request them to put this drug in my food more often… But then again they hate me so much that they wouldn't do that, just to stop whatever little pleasure is left for me in here…"

Elyon furrowed.

"You won't make me feel sorry for you! You are not getting out of here with these cheap tactics and fake tears, Phobos!"

"Not unless I want to." Phobos replied incredulously.

Elyon gritted her teeth and clenched her fists before she could stop herself. She knew he was lying. He had to be. She was personally interviewing the guards that were guarding him in his cell and before they would begin their shifts she would always warn them that her brother might as well pretend heart attack if that meant for him to get a small opening to his cell's door and that this would be all that he needed to escape. There was no way he could manipulate his way out of there again, or so she hoped. And yet she had been through a lot because of him and every single implication that she might face him again made her shiver in her shoes. Every time he escaped, he seemed to come back stronger, more cunning, more dangerous…causing more damage…

"Wasn't one more humiliation enough, Phobos?" she challenged, "Do you really want to make a fool of yourself?"

"I'm offended by your accusations" Phobos retorted unperturbed.

He was playing her.

"I most decidedly cannot count many times I lost to you apart from our latest… epic countdown…"

Now Elyon couldn't suppress a glare. Oh, if she could kill him now just with the eyes, she was certain she would have done so (even if the smirk her sedated brother gave to her was the most discouraging)!

"Haven't you had enough from your defeat the previous time we've fought?"

"If my memory serves me correctly, it was I the one to win our previous duel, dear sister!"

Phobos smirked at the small crack he heard when the knuckles of his sister turned white from clenching her fist too much.

"Hitting me with a rock while not watching is far from what I call a win, brother!"

"Is that right? But I remember else way. I remember that the only rule of our duel was 'no rules'… I believe that counts as using every single weapon we have at our disposal…tricks and voices included…"

Elyon must have had a heart attack back then. This must have been the feeling when someone had one.

"It's not my fault you assumed that our magical duel would involve only flashy, upfront attacks. I believe that one must even their possibilities. At that point our powers had come to almost an equal point but unlike you, my powers were soon to come to an end. I had to improvise to minimalize my casualties… If that's not battle tactic…I don't know what it is…"

He chuckled softly as though he had said some sort of private joke in his mind.

"But then again you just couldn't refuse the crown, could you, dear sister? So you forgot the rules of our duel and just…grabbed it" he leaned back against the wall, "Well…not that I blame you. I would have, certainly, done the same"

This was more than what Elyon could handle.

"I am not like you!" she yelled, "I am nothing like you!"

"Then where is my crown, dear sister? According to the rules of our first duel it is rightfully mine. Come on; prove me you are a woman of your word"

The accusations…the sneering…the provocation! Oh, those were far more than what she would be possible to bear! And at that point she felt so much truth in those words…so much twisted logic that made her want to scream! It was as if two sides of hers were fighting in her right now and that was probably what Phobos wanted at that point; to tick her and provoke her. She clenched her teeth to the point she felt that she might make her gums bleed but she endured it, the best she could. She avoided his gaze.

"As if that would satisfy you!" she mumbled.

"Satisfaction is not in my nature" Phobos replied idly. "No, dear sister. I would want to see you squirm, crawl at my feet, beg me for mercy and hand your powers over to me! Then perhaps I could get an inkling of satisfaction!"

Now it was the guard behind Elyon to rush and grab the sword he had around his belt. Elyon stopped him with a move of her arm.

"No." said she calmly, "Put your sword back. He won't do anything!"

She then eyed her brother sharply; a silent challenge and provocation.

"…Because he can't!"

The guard unwillingly sheathed his sword grunting and glaring at Phobos. Phobos on the other hand smirked as though he could feel their fears; smell their uncertainty and worry even in his semi-sedated state. However Elyon was also an Escanor; a Queen by birth and by blood and she would never allow her fear show; not if she could help it.

"Can you, brother?" she challenged back.

For the first time in their entire conversation, her brother's sparkly eyes darkened in a hint of anger as his fine-arched eyebrows furrowed so slightly but then his upper torso half-swayed like drunk and he leaned back again.

"You have made your point…majesty!" the title was spat out dripping with sarcasm, "You are quite strong and brave…all your powers intact…me stuck in here without mine or if there were any power left in me, it would be useless in this cell. You made yourself quite clear that no matter what I do; how much I cry, beg or tear my skin off no one will feel sorry for me…no one will bother to fall for my schemes… You will soon go up to your royal chambers…continue about your life possibly forgetting about my existence…leaving me here to rot…possibly praying that one day I will see the light and change my ways, right, sister?"

He breathed through his nose once as though to sigh theatrically but he was too stoned to do so.

"Nice strategy, can't say no…but it has one or two…let's say…flaws…"

Elyon couldn't help herself feel an unwanted admiration for him. He was an excellent tactician and he had potential being a good politician. No one could resist in his words that was for sure and that was what she feared the most. He could see right through her and sent back the proper words to make her fall into confusion. Oh, how wonderful ally he would make if only he were different! How much more good he could do instead of the unspeakable bad he put to action! She swallowed hard the spit she didn't have and put her Queen Visage again.

"You know this better than anyone, Phobos… We can never trust you again!"

Phobos chuckled. This time straight out.

"You can trust my rage!" he whispered dangerously, "Mark my words, dear sister and heed them well! No matter what you do, no matter how many precautions you take, no matter how much you look over your shoulder, suck me dry or lock me up I will be back and I will take back my throne! You and those Kandrakar old fools being my witnesses, sister, one way or another, I will have my rightful place!"

The sparkle of fear in her eyes was delightful! The shortness of her breath was music in his ears. He could feel it, he was certain; she knew these walls wouldn't hold him forever. She knew that it was inevitable. One year or one hundred did matter no more to them. He knew she knew that there was no escaping. One moment Elyon seemed to be having an asthma attack till she closed her eyes, breathed in and when she re-opened them she had gained her composure back. She softly flicked her hand and it glowed. In union to that, Phobos' bandaged arm also lit up as well as the burn marks on his forearms (the memorial of his final defeat and his duel with his sister) and then the wounds healed and the bandage dissolved into the atmosphere, disappearing. Phobos looked now at his perfectly healed hands, not even a mark left. He then gazed back at his sister, smirking like a cat promising to catch its favorite mouse at another time. Elyon had to struggle to remain as she was.

"This is the only thing you'll get from me! You can go ahead and rot in here, for all I care! Go ahead and burn your arms off if that's what you want! You will not see me again!"

She turned around with her dresses dancing around her.

"Goodbye Phobos!"

Phobos' lips drew back in a full, toothy grin, revealing all his white, perfect teeth.

"You should have killed me when you had the chance…Elyon…!"

Elyon picked up the pace. She only wanted to escape that place…escape that man… However she knew that that last whisper of his would haunt her…


Running almost all her way till the surface took almost all her breath away (even if she knew deep down that it wasn't really the running at fault). When she was back to the familiar environment of her palace, she leaned against a wall feeling totally exhausted. Part of hers was panicking that Phobos might have sucked some of her energy just by looking at her! A servant arrived with a much-needed glass of cognac which she gulped down and helped her stop shaking a bit. She handed over the glass and leaned onto a close table.

"Are you alright, my Queen?" the servant girl asked concerned.

"I am fine…" Elyon lied, "I'm fine…"

She mopped some cold sweat off her forehead.

"He was right about one thing, though…" she mumbled, "I never really stopped fearing him…"

It was true. Phobos had always been an unbreakable fortress. No matter how many times he fell, he came back even worse than before. That was terrifying on its own. Also for some twisted reason Elyon was now even more disturbed that he was drugged. The fact that her servants believed that Phobos needed to be sedated in order for her to be safe to see him filled her with terror…terror of the unknown powers that could be lingering inside him even now. Oh, why did Kandrakar have to throw that responsibility on her shoulders? Why couldn't they just take this burden off her so she could rule her state in peace?

"I would challenge you to a battle of wits but I see that you are unarmed"

That was what Shakespeare had said and Elyon often felt that there was no greater truth than that to fit in her case. She seemed powerless; unarmed, before Phobos' crushing power of mind and words. And even if she weren't totally without a weapon, she always felt that Phobos could disarm her, like a knight would take the sword out of their opponent's hands. All it took was a couple of remarks and a look from those fierce, olive-colored eyes of his… Those eyes of his burning in the darkness; eyes of a wolf or a predatory eagle ready to strike with the first chance or the tiniest bit display of weakness… Elyon knew she wouldn't sleep that night…she knew that those eyes would haunt her perhaps for as long as she would live…

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here…"

-William Shakespeare-


I was planning on posting this ever since I was inspired by TV series "Luther" and to be honest I dunno my imagination broke loose! Especially after I did hear some Loki quotes too!

This small one-shot takes place at a time after Dante's birth (if you do not know who Dante is, visit YarArts-Of-Metamoor (on deviantart) profile to see more of him).

I am not sure if this will be part of the main story or not. It is just a random thing I wrote that could be placed somehwere before my old story Baby Mine when Dante is still infant.

I have only vaguely hinted this to HELLVANE (on deviantart) where I imagined Phobos made a suicide attempt in his prison cell but not wishing to actually kill himself. More rather him trying to bate someone to feel sorry for him and attempt saving his life so that he could get an opening and escape. Elyon was informed about it and rushes to see if it is true, plus she is afraid that Phobos' supporters would accuse her of murdering her brother in prison if Phobos died. Phobos was drugged so to make sure he wouldn't try something against her but Phobos is still sharp and decides to amuse himself at Elyon's fears.

TRIVIA

* The story's title was of course inspired by William Shakespear's quote, just like one of my past stories What is past is Prologue. In here it was inspired by the quote of "I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed".

* This scene was inspired by the BBC TV series "Luther" in a scene where Luther visits his kinda psychopathic/malignant narcissistic acquintance, Alice Morgan, in a secure hospital: watch?v=i6VwmI…

* Alice Morgan's behavior and quotes find me excited because I can so picture Phobos saying or doing many of the things she did but she is often too catatonic to be Phobos, who is also really lively and energetic when it comes to his speeches and behavior so I came up with the plan that Phobos should be partly sedated to be like this.

* I have heard of Phobos being psychopath by many people but for the sakes of our plots with YarArts-Of-Metamoor we decided that Phobos fits more the bill of a high functioning Sociopath (aka ASPD "created" by life) with certain elements of Machiavelianism and malignant narcissistic or grandiose narcissistic sides. That being said he is willing to take risks to achieve his goals (aka his suicide attempt) but machiavelians do consider all possibilities, making sure that their safety is not at risk (unlike psychopaths who are more impulsive) so Phobos was taking a claculating risk when he did cut his wrist. He probably knew he wasn't going to die.

* Phobos' homosexual or better bisexual tendencies have been confirmed not only by the homoerotic hints he has with plenty of male characters in the comics and a bit in the TV series (for instance Cedric) but was also confirmed by the designer of the character who was proud when Phobos was voted as "gay icon" of the past Pride Month. In our stories Phobos is clearly bisexual for he is attracted both to males and females and here he is implying directly.

* The burn marks that he has on his forearms were partly inspired by the TV series Justice League Unlimited, where Black Canary receives burn marks on her wrists after a spar she had with Fire in the episode "Grudge Match" .

* The burn marks were attained to their last duel that locked Phobos in the cell (for more you should wait for our stories

* The phrase "Like I've never done THAT before" is also hinting a phrase Azula had said to Zuko in Avatar The Last Airbender

* Here there is also a hint about the duel that happened between them in Issue #12 where Elyon did wear the crown even though she lost the duel to Phobos and that duel had rules that "the duel allows both opponents to do as they please and the winner takes the throne". This will be brought up several times in our stories since technically Phobos can eternally blame Elyon that she took her word back.

* The quotes "Satisfaction is not in my nature" and "You can trust my rage" were inspired by Loki's quotes in the movie "Thor The Dark World" watch?v=UwStEg…

* Phobos' quote about his oath to take the throne no matter what, is a hint to what eventually happens; that Phobos indeed takes back the throne just in a way that not even himself would have guessed it would happen.

* The last time Phobos speaks Elyon's name in this one-shot is also a hint of why Elyon and even Phobos himself felt so awkward that Phobos spoke her name in my other one shot Confrontation

* The scene where Elyon needs cognac to stop shaking is a hint that Elyon (much like Phobos as hinted to my other story The Birth of the Princess -which soon will be uploaded-) do turn to alcohol when they feel nervous or worried and they need something to calm their nerves.

* The story starts and finishes with Shakespear's quotes as it happened to other stories of mine involving the Escanors.

Phobos and Elyon belong to Disney and their rightful owners.

Story belongs to YarArts-Of-Metamoor and me.

This story is also a gift to YarArts-Of-Metamoor to congratulate her for reaching 1K watchers multiple times (even if I feel sad that people watch her sometimes just to troll her or send her something and then unwatch. But c'est la vie what you gonna do!)

Preview image is an old image done by YarArts-Of-Metamoor


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