Meeting My Father.

                He breath out the cold confinement of the room iced his skin, as he looked around the painfully straight square room painted inch by inch in a bright angel white. He walked to the center of the room, the tile crunching against his boots as he walked. He stood in the middle of the distasteful white room. He looked up to the white ceiling, and breathed hard as the air began to thin, making him take short but deep breaths. Black Globs and bead size of a jet black mixed with a glossy silver began to dribble slowly from the sides of the room, in basket ball size circles, slid down the side of the walls onto the ground. and He was soon standing in a pond of black thick liquid that began to squeeze and suck around his legs as it began to surge slowly too his knees.  It was warm against his clothes, and almost uncomfortable against his skin, as its lukewarm/ hotness felt like someone was licking you. It was to his lower chest, as his hand too his elbow was covered in the slimy and thick, black as ink substance, as it began too rise faster and faster. He closed his eyes as it rose to his neck, as he continued to look at the celling trying to forget the strange feeling of the liquid holding him in place, and holding onto his limbs making it hard to move anything, he looked up eyes open, as the liquid seeped against his eye sight and swallowed his body hole. It was like he was floating underwater but could not move or feel his limbs, and it felt like weight was surrounding his body, pushing on him. He breathed as it began too ooze itself into his mouth, filing his mouth, and he could no longer breath as he soon felt his heart beat, and stop.

        He coughed as he shot up, coughing up a black liquid thicker than blood, in medium size clumps of black. He looked like he was rained on by black droplets, as they dripped down his face and clothes. He stood up, the coldness of the room made him shiver, as the black liquid felt like cold water against his skin. He walked forward, a woman with bright white  hair pulled up in a  long ponytail that goes to her waist and piercing brown eyes, wearing a white button up suite and dress paints, greeted him with a cold glare. He walked up too her and spit a black ball too the side and, pushed past her.

                                                            "Nice to see You too Rez"

            He felt a alone walking through the empty halls, of the castle, he felt more alone here than anyone.  The black marble shunned him, as he walked through the halls of his forgotten home, the people glared with eyes probing and puncturing him with every moment.  his jaw tightened , as he walked to his old room. He swung the door open, and all that met his gaze was a black empty room. He sighed as he shut the door behind him as he walked away. He took off his glasses, as just as he was about too walk to the door, a knock suddenly cut through the thick silence and echoed off the  walls. He walked to the door and then in a movement he deflected the door from hitting him, and Rez was staring at him with a angry scowl, and puffed cheeks. His eyes widened. she threw clothes at him, and blasted away, in a stream of rage.

            He sat there for a moment, and looked at the clothes with a confused look, but gave up trying to figure out women, and closed the door.   

                    He closed the door as he had a button up shirt with a blue vest and a black tail coat, he fixed his blue sapphire cufflinks, and fixed his black tie, as he walked toward the throne room, his black pointy shoes tapped the ground as he did so, as his pocket watch chain was hanging out side his right pocket, as his tail coat jacket had a white handkerchief in it, as he slid on a pair of white gloves, and slicked his hair back, and let his eyes change into a dull deep black, as his dress pants, were far too big for him, but where a nice dark black.  He looked at the double black doors, that was the entrance to the throne room, he took a deep breath.  He could really use death..After all he is the favorite son..He smirked are he opened up both the double doors, and entered the room. It had a chandler in the center and tan paint and white pillars and a red velvet carpet that's on the stairs that lead to the two thrones leveled from the rest of the ground. Every eye from the ballroom, shot too him, and pricked and shot on his skin. He sighed as he began to walk to the middle of the room, in a straight line. He stopped. and Turned toward the two thrones. A woman with long black hair and big and tight curls at the end of her hair, she had porcelain skin, and deep bright blood red eyes. She was wearing a black mermaid dress, and a pair of black gloves. She glowered at him. and a man with long straight black hair, pale skin, and hot sky blue eyes, deep and layered, in volumes of blue, and was wearing a simple buttoned up shirt that had a few buttons unbuttoned at the top, and jet black pants, and pointy shoes Italian no less. He held a amused look.

            He bowed deeply

                                                                        "Mother. Father. It Is a True honor to meet you again"

He heard a gawf, and giggles, but the and where silent.

                                                                                                "Why Have You Returned"?

a demanding smooth voice, deep, and cold, sounded from his mother.

                                                                                         He stared at her. "I want too know where my Crest, and Seal are" he said talking too the both of them.

                                                                                          "You have no right too know, for you have left the royal family, and gave up your right to take the throne." She boomed.

                                                          He sighed as he raised from his bow.