"Yeah, I think that's common knowledge now." He muttered, standing up as the illusion faded. And only himself stared up at him, single eye dull and hazy. Reaching up, he slowly ran a claw over the bandages that covered the other half of his face and his vision blurred further. The skin felt rough, strangely smooth and textured at the same time and he took up his blade, staring at the ashes that swirled in some unseen wind within the small orb embedded in it's hilt. Then glanced at the two toddlers sleeping peacefully upon his bed. He'd never known it would come to this huh?

 Looking back on everything, from the moment that he was born to the end of his life to this. He'd never known it would happen, could never expect something like this to happen. Never think that he'd call himself a king. Never think he'd deserve to be happy, but that was what happened didn't it? In the very end, he was the last one smiling, he was the one that made it out alive. He was king, no matter what his demented mind tried to convince him of otherwise, no matter how those memories started to blur and corrupt themselves with that of another's. 

 Down this twisted, sick and confusing path...was he finally getting back the parts of him he had lost, or replacing them with something better? Something worthwhile? He wasn't really sure anymore, what had he exactly been looking for this whole time when he finally was king? What more did he need to deserve happiness? He glanced back up at the mirror and the thought crossed his mind, 'What had the impetuous former done before him?' Yes, he'd built an army, he'd given himself, power, but..the boy had built up his own little harem as well wasn't it? And Relin had been a part of that. Yes...he wouldn't mind that, but humans were ever so fragile, mere pawns. And his test subjects? Well, they were old used pieces of trash, long discarded. And Relin's children? They were young, sweet, innocent babes, barely past the first stages of their life. Yes, they could be sweet, but as he glanced at the swirling ashes, a sweeter thought crossed his mind. He believed, it was time for some payback.

 "Sleipnir, Skylark, wake up won't you? You can't spend all day sleeping, I won't allow it."
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 The doors opened, sliding away to reveal the first heavily suited scientist, armed with a robotic device on wheels. It's skeletal arms ending in tubes and syringes, sparkling with rubbing alcohol. They had to be sterilized after all, their king wouldn't want any of the test subjects dying of infection. A little drop of blood wouldn't be enough either in their studies should someone perish, so as a precaution, they withdrew about five needles' worth from each subject for safekeeping. Incase the subjects should attempt escape, an anaesthetic would be administered immediately to negate all aggressive actions. It shouldn't be too much trouble today though, they only needed a sample of their blood and of course, they wished to start immediately researching the strange pattern of brain waves coming from one of the female subjects. He'd have to check for any acidic damage to the optical nerve before extracting the receptive optic for future examination. With any hope, he would be able to predict his paycheck next month, though he honestly doubted the 'psychic' nonsense that surrounded the subject.