Committed [Chapt. 1 of 4]

    You did it. You really did it now. They could kill you for what you did. But you just couldn't  help yourself. But stealing it is wrong in the first place. You should not have done it, you could get culled for even thinking about anything related to this. But he is just so innocent. And when has innocence ever gotten in your way? You have killed millions of trolls without a care in the world. But you just couldn't leave him there. He felt something worth of value to you.
    These were the Grand Highblood's distraught thoughts. He had committed a crime. Not committing a crime that he could just get away with since the Condesce didn't care about his ruling. But a crime that if anyone found out, and Her Imperial Condescension had found out, he would be culled faster than you could say motherfucker. He could have the same torturous fate as the Signless for his misdeed. He remembered his journey through it, the emotions, the turmoil. He remembered when he saw him, that first sight and you just knew that he was yours. Those little purple eyes, the way he looked up at you seemed so fearless and so happy. Although, this is getting too far into the story to be the beginning. The very beginning happened long before all of this. Long before the brooding caverns or even the thought of a grub.
    It was about half a sweep after Twelfth Perigee's Eve. The construction drones had finally come back to the Grand Highblood's castle for his second pailing that he had ever gotten. Grand Highblood had tried to hold off any pailings the most he could since he found them disgusting, vile, and useless, but there needed to be new trolls hatching into the kingdom. And if he never pailed, then he would never have an heir to the Makara throne after he was gone. The first time he had pailed, it was unsuccessful. The idiotic grub never made it past the trials. Highblood found this as an extreme disappointment to no extent. This next time, when the Mothergrub would have her eggs, the Grand Highblood would keep watch over any of his heirs that would make it. He would make sure that they were not weak motherfuckers that can't pass simple trials.
    When he was finished pailing, his absolute second and last pail, he had given it to the Imperial drones. The two drones spoke in a different language, a different robotic language that was completely dead to trolls. He stared after them with a frown, watching as they disappeared farther into the kingdom before they were completely gone from his sight. Eyes squinted, he let out a small snort before he slammed his door shut. Maybe this time at least ONE grub would make it. He didn't really care either way. Of course, he'd visit the brooding caverns in a few days when the Mothergrub would lay the eggs, just to see if any indigo bloods would make it through the trials and get their lusus. He walked along in his castle, staring at the ground with a frown, just thinking. The servants that would usually cower or beg for mercy if he walked by only skirted past him. They knew that if they were to disrupt his thinkpan, they would be getting it. As in, getting a culling. Opening a door, and slamming it again, Highblood entered the surveillance room. Highblood had cameras and such placed all over Alternia. This is where his top technological men would search the face of the planet for any defects or limebloods. Highblood did not know what Her Imperial Condescension wanted with the limebloods, or why she demanded that every one of them be killed, however, this was not for him to worry about. He didn't care about any caste lower than him. They could rot for all he cared. Well, that is, except one. He had a shit-blooded kismesis. Although, he could not find the heart to actually kill him, he'd do whatever it was in his power to hurt and annoy the living shit out of him. It was always like that back and forth. He found having a kismesis much more satisfying than having a matesprit or moirail. It got right to the point of what the intentions are, what you are threating, and overall, it gets things done quick. No red emotions to worry about if you are hurting each other. You didn't really care as long as what you were doing was getting the job done. And that is the kind of relationship the Grand Highblood and the Summoner had. Although, sometimes Highblood liked to play a few games just to make it interesting. Capturing Summoner, treating him like a slave, perhaps making him play dress-up and whatnot. The thought of this brought a cruel smirk to Highblood's lips. The memories. Oh yes, those memorial things of their first meeting. Summoner was quick to accuse him of everything, in which Highblood had probably done, and Highblood teased him. Teased him so much that they both knew they were black solicitations.
    Something snapped the Grand Highblood out of his thoughts, it was a low voice coming from the doorway, it had sounded urgent. Turning his head, Highblood glanced at the blue-blooded troll with narrowed eyes and he growled. This troll was sweating, panting slightly, his bow had been snapped in half. He straitened himself.
    "What is it Executioner?" He asked in a deep voice, there was also a hint of a snarl in his undertone. Highblood did not like that. The blue-blood had not even bowed when he had walked in. Very unlike one with such gusto for the royal bloods. The Executioner seemed to be shaking slightly, trembling even. When he had not spoken a word, mumbling and jumbling his own voice, Highblood's voice had heightened. "WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK IS IT HORUSS!?" He screamed at him in anger for his hesitation. He only used his servant's real names when he was completely and utterly impatient or angry. His voice certainly made Executioner jump from where he stood and finally he kneeled down on the ground in respect. That's more like it.
    "S-sir. I am terribly sorry, but Her Imperial Condescension had ordered her men to attack the brooding caverns. She ordered them to cull every grub that is not a seadweller. She wishes to rid Alternia of land dwellers and to let seadwellers take over in their rule."
    The Grand Highblood was surprised nonetheless. He had never figured that she would cull innocent grubs before they had even had a chance to prove themselves. Angered, the Highblood walked closer, "GET UP." He ordered. Executioner obeyed his demand, "When is her guards due to cull the grubs?"
    "In a few days your Grandess." He answered.
    Highblood's eyes narrowed and he turned around with a snarl, "I will trust that you hold off her motherfucking guards to every FUCKING extent, no matter the consequences, is that understood?" He snarled and he glanced back at him, "If one of them even TOUCHES a motherfucking grub, I hope you do not mind your PATHETIC life taken away under my foot." He growled, turning his head forward as his pounding footsteps faded, leaving the throne room.