Violet eyes shone happily as the illusion broke and the thing was revealed for what it really was. The Edge that Path knew would have ran up and warmed the other in an embrace, no matter how horrified he may have been. But that boy was weak, and in many ways, an illusion. 

The Hydra King would never have embraced a comrade- would he? 
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"I thought I told you not to let any get away... Not a single one." Edge pouted innocently, his servant not daring to make eye contact. His nose wrinkled as he smiled in amusement. Mindlessly, he twirled his scepter, the stone heart of the mighty Elder Lunar dragon was the main piece, and used the other sharp end to pick at his canines. He had someone stuck in his teeth. 

Light shone through the obsidian windows, but it was tinted a wondrously smoky black color. If Edge wanted to sunbathe, he would do it on one of the balconies. The boy looked over the other hydra. He was bigger than the king, but so were most of his subjects. The only one he was taller than would be Noire, but when she wore heels she was still taller. Edge didn't have wings or a tail, either. The only things that hinted at his dragon blood were the patches of ebony scales around his wrists, ears, and sternum. His ears were round and his blood was red. 

The man standing before him was different. Edge didn't fully understand how it worked, turning others into hydras. It wasn't important. All he needed to understand was that he would have to kiss the other ferociously and take a big bite of their still-beating heart in order to activate the change. And if Charon and Beelzebub were of any note, they didn't fully change right away. 

For example, Beelzebub's hair tied in a ponytail had a contrast to its original streaked grey and white at the ends to pure black at the roots. Crimson eyes were beginning to show flecks of purple in them. Bel growled softly, not in defiance but to ask permission to speak. Edge arched an eyebrow, then dropped his scepter and shrugged off his cloak and crown, leaving it all on the throne. The room was triangular, with the ceilings forming an angle at the top. There was one door, and there was a single path to Edge's bed. At the foot of the bed sat his throne. 

Edge didn't look intimidating, and this may have been what made him so dangerous. As he walked toward his buff and vicious subordinate, he did so like he was a kid running at an ice cream truck. And as he twisted his fingers into the former shadow dragon's locks and dragged him onto his bed, roughly pressing the man's handsome face to a mirror he kept above his bed, he murmured curiously, "Tell me, Beelzebub, what do you see?" As if he didn't have any idea. 

The proud hydra ground his teeth and snarled, "I see-" With a scream, Edge drew Beelzebub's head back and smashed it against the mirror so hard that the glass rippled before shattering into pieces, some of the sharp fragments digging into the man's face. He made no sounds of pain, but Edge heard and felt his heart rate rise. 

"I see a slave who refuses to listen to his master. And you know what happens when you don't listen to master. You get punished." Edge whispered darkly before pressing the hydra onto his bed, back down and body exposed. Putting a hand into the air, Edge willed a few needle-sharp knives into existence. Their eyes met, and Edge ran one knife through his shoulder, where the muscles clung. Bel hissed in pain. Satisfied, Edge giggled and lowered a second knife. This one cut away the older man's shirt and Edge buried another one of the knives in the other's breast. Seeing as he had no reaction other than blinking his eyes shut, Edge twisted the knife, causing blood to splatter. 

"Now, I don't care if you had to face an elder or not. I am king and you shall do as I command. Clear?" 

"...Yes..." Bel rumbled angrily.

"Yes?"

"Yes... Master..." Edge smirked and squeezed the other's cheek affectionately.

"Good boy. Now let's put that mouth of yours to better use..."
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Mirror Edge smirked as it answered. "You're pretty warm for someone without a heart, Path-Path." He put a finger to his lips and shushed the other. He then laughed before vanishing from Path's sight, but not before cruelly echoing, "You really are pathetic..."