The Worst Kingslayer

[Crona]

Crona blinked a few times in amazement at Gilgamesh, still somewhat taken aback that he was being praised and honored as an ally despite the fact that only a few moment before the boy had intended to rip the king apart. Still, he wasn't about to make a comment about the sudden show of hospitality, and he would have gladly fled from the room if not for another arrival to enter the chamber after being heralded by Anos.

A tall and athletic looking person entered the room, but Crona first noticed his shredded clothing and significant wounds before anything else. He had a sudden urge to help, to run over or defend him and treat his wounds, but instead stays rooted to the point he was standing, shyly avoiding attention and eye contact and trying to make himself look as small as possible. The palace would give him medical attention, and if he was an enemy of Gilgamesh, he would surely be quickly destroyed. The boy tried his hardest not to worry about it.

Words were exchanged, people entered and left the room as Crona daydreamed about the new arrival and the strangely welcoming king, only snapping back to reality when a servant cleared his throat to attract the boy's attention, gesturing towards the supposed Guest rooms. The boy was startled for only a moment before realizing he could be assigned a room where he could be left alone, and then eagerly followed the servant through the castle. Well, as eagerly as a prime like Crona could show enthusiasm, it was little more than a lack of hesitation.

Soon enough, Crona was shown a rather long hallway, with a set of ornate doors on either side and a grandeur of which he had never known. It was a bit much to take in, the luxurious carpets and gold outlining all seemed to beg for the boy's attention to gaze at its beauty. The boy shook his head after hearing something of an impatient sigh from the servant showing him the quarters, and quickly flashes the servant a weak smile before heading down as far as the hallway went to pick the very last one. It seemed the same as any other, the same ornate door adorned with the same golden handle, but for whatever reason this last one gave him more comfort then the others. Crona reaches his hand out ever so slowly before turning the knob and entering the room.

Again, an overly luxurious room, fit with an impeccably made bed and every other thing any guest could possibly want. Anything not crafted from gold was either covered with a lavish carpet or some other equally exotic material. It was a bit bombarding on the eyes, perhaps if he stayed here long enough Crona would ask for it all the be removed so he could have a blank space to think.

Though as the boy did with any room, he grabbed a pillow from the bed, sat down in the corner with his back to the wall and facing the door, and tucked his knees as far as he could into his chest while hugging the life out of the pillow. It reminded him somewhat of the prison back on Coruscant, and he began to wonder if there was a difference between this cell and the others, though this was definitely the most extravagant.

He had promised the Stormtroopers he would kill Gilgamesh, but he had betrayed them. He should have just killed them in the first place and saved himself the trouble if he was going to be stuck with a bounty on his head anyway. Despite feeding on souls quite recently, the hunger had become quite insatiable, now that the taste was in the fiber of his being it was something difficult to shake. Gilgamesh said he was an ally... that would have to do for now, as long as he had tasks for him, he supposed that would have to do. Maybe if they fought against the Empire long enough, he could get a second chance against a particular Enginseer...

A thirst for revenge and bloodshed made Crona's heart beat and his blood rush through his veins, his eyes were wide and a white sheen had begun to grow over his black irises, and he couldn't help a predatory grin that only the pillow would see.

Or so he thought, someone had came in the room, spoken words that had broken his trance. Crona looks up quickly, flashing frenzied glare and wide grin at the intruder, but was gone within a second, replaced by the usual look of worry and uneasiness. "Oh! I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't see... you." The child says hesitantly, before getting back on his feet. It seemed to be the injured man from before, but he looked mostly patched up now. How much time had passed? Something to think about later. "I'm...I'm Crona. It looked like... like you had some pretty bad wounds. Nice to s-see you've recovered." The boy stutters out nervously, tucking his hands around the pillow and hugging it tightly. He was genuinely happy that Strazio was alright, though he didn't know anything about the warrior, aside from the fact that he seemed to be a veteran considering the amount of scars he had, and it was more then enough to put Crona a bit on edge. "Oh, and this is..."

"RAGNAROK." The demon suddenly bursts out from behind Crona's back, the gushing of blood and breaking of skin the only thing hinting at the muscled creature's sudden arrival. "And you'll do well not to forget, ya little weakling! You're lucky we didn't tear you apart as soon as you stepped your bleeding hide into that hall, so don't get any funny ideas and we'll all be just fine. Got it?! GOOD! 'Cause I don't like playing nice." The towering monster would have likely hit his head on the roof if not for high ceilings in the room while it ranted at the newcomer, though just as quickly as it appears, Ragnarok was gone, quickly merging back into Crona's body and revealing the extremely embarrassed boy scratching the side of his head.

"...Ragnarok. Hes...Uhm... you know...you saw." The boy says shyly. "Hes sorta fine once you get stuck with him... Anyway... Are you here to fight for Gilgamesh too?"