Pure T0rture
Mayah Playah
Damian gasped when his son flew into his arms, but the gasp was more for the comment. Oh, to hear his son proclaim a life of loneliness! The sorrow! The 'king' grew teary eyed himself and embraced the boy. "OH BEEEEEEEN!" he sobbed himself. After a good few minutes of father and son sobbing, Damian recovered enough to see the handkerchief extended towards them by the queen. Slowly releasing his son, he strode over to her and took the cloth. "Don't strain yourself, okay?" he said and pat her shoulder before turning to face the boy. "Now listen here, Benjamin." he started as he put a hand on Ben's shoulder and used the other hand to wipe away his tears. "You are a Foster. You have your mother's persistence and your father's devilish good looks. And you're American! You're practically irresistible!"
"I don't care, just as long as it's not my name, kid." Armageddon grunted while looking from the corpse he had dragged away from the stairs to the stairs themselves. "What'd His Royal A$$ want?" he asked.
"I don't care, just as long as it's not my name, kid." Armageddon grunted while looking from the corpse he had dragged away from the stairs to the stairs themselves. "What'd His Royal A$$ want?" he asked.