Committed [Chapt. 3 of 4]

    The small caterwauls were becoming softer, very few grubs were left. The only that were visible were seadwellers. The Grand Highblood stared beyond the small divider of rock which he sit behind. This was madness. Highblood would never even think to cull helpless little grubs, that is to say, unless they were defects. He knew defects would have a hard life and so that is why he sent guards to kill them. But to kill every single grub except seadwellers. This was treason, though, there was nothing he could do about it. The Condescension was higher up on the spectrum than he is, and therefore has a larger rule over what is to happen in the kingdom. He kept softly shooshing the small troll. The small Makara. That is when he heard a high beeping noise. His ears wilted as it came closer. One of the culling drones. He stayed perfectly still, his hand over the small troll's mouth to make sure it didn't make a sound. He held his breath as he stared up into space, praying to every messiah he knew that they would not find him. He used every sense he knew, trying to make sure they were not heard. He felt his heart stop as the thundering footsteps made a stop at the edge of the rock. He was sure that they were going to be found. He pleaded, prayed so hard. Gog, please let the drone turn back. He waited a few moments, and the footsteps started to fade slightly. Highblood slowly let out his breath, keeping his tense as he kept listening. Once they were far away he glanced around the corner. The seadwellers and culling drones were not paying attention. He looked down at the small troll, the small Capricorn in his hands and he took a deep breath. He put the small troll in his hair, securing him so he wouldn't fall out. He would make sure that once he was out of the brooding caverns, he would hide the little troll to make sure he wasn't going to get killed. He took another small peek around the corner before he made a run for it. Avoiding the seadwellers and the culling drones, he ran out of an exit of the tunnel as fast as he could. He had to get away, so far away. He needed to find the little troll a lusus. He just had to do it himself. Perhaps Goatdad could come out of retirement and raise this young troll. After all, Goatdad used to be the Grand Highblood's lusus, a few trolls after him, and then he had retired. But maybe he could convince the seagoat to take care of the small purple-blood. He kept the small troll hidden in his hair the whole time until he reached the castle. He opened the doors, stepping inside and then he closed them. He stared at the wood of the doors, panting slightly as he tried to regain his breath. He took a deep sigh, straitening slightly. He turned around and his heart jumped out of his chest, making him slam back against the doors. Summoner. Summoner was standing in front of him with a frown, his arms crossed and he was tapping his foot as if he were expecting something. Highblood frowned and he snarled.
    "What the motherfuck are you doing IN MY MOTHERFUCKING CASTLE?!" He growled in hatred. This didn't even seem to phase the Summoner, the Taurus didn't even flinch. He knew that Summoner was used to the yelling and snarling by now, after all, he had been his kismesis for almost two sweeps. But he still stood his ground just like when they usually have their face-offs. Summoner rolled his eyes at Highblood's question and his arms dropped to his sides, hands slipping into his pocket.
    "You weren't here fuckwad. We scheduled this a few days ago remember?" He snorted and laughed slightly, "I knew your brain was dense, but I didn't know you were fucking retarded!" He laughed in mock.
    Highblood growled and he looked away, "I'm not in the motherfucking mood Summoner, AND I WOULD APPRECIATE IT if you got lost you filthy mudblood." He spat, turning. "Get the fuck out of here. I am not in the motherfucking mood for this shit today." He hissed, starting to walk.
    "I know what you did. Don't you try to hide it from me." The voice behind him said. This made the Grand Highblood stop in his tracts. He was silent for a few moments as he though this over. Summoner had known of what he had done? In the brooding caverns or was it something different...? His ears wilted slightly as he stared off into space, a sad frown spread across his lips. He turned his head slightly, not looking at Summoner, but looking off to the side. "How did you know Zillyhoo?"
    Anger welled up inside of the king, but he tried to control himself. He hated his kismesis, yes, but he did not desire to kill him. He glanced back at him, trying to cover up what he knew, "How did I know what?"
    The Taurus frowned, his wings shaking just slightly. It was almost as if he was scared to ask, "How did you know what was going to happen in the caverns? Of the Condesce culling all the grubs? Was it your chucklevoodoos?"
    Highblood only seemed to stare off into space before he looked forward once again, seeming to be completely calm, "The Executioner... he told me of what was to come... Although I do not see why it is any of your motherfucking buisiness."
    "It is my business because I am your kismesis. And you know damn well that you cannot  raise a grub! It is treason Zillyhoo and you know it! You do not have the knowledge to raise a grub and to care for it! And I-!" He cut off as he was pushed against the wall, the Highblood's nails digging into his shoulders. Highblood glared into his eyes in hatred.
    "MOTHERFUCKER! DON'T YOU DARE MOTHERFUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO! I'LL DO WHATEVER THE MOTHERFUCK I WANT!" He yelled, "I AM YOUR MOTHERFUCKING KING! DON'T YOU DARE FUCKIN' TALK BACK TO ME LIKE THAT!" His eyes were burning into the brown eyes of his kismesis, but the Taurus didn't show any sign of being scared. They had been in this position many times. Highblood even threatened to kill him sometimes, but he never did. Highblood wouldn't kill his kismesis, never someone in his quadrants. "AND STOP CALLING ME ZILLYHOO."
    Summoner only stared boredly at the Highblood, seeming still unphased, "I can do whatever I want you stupid clown. And I can call you whatever I want. You're not the boss of me."
   "I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR FUCKING BLACK SOLICITATIONS! I HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO FUCKING DO!" The purple blood yelled, and then as if on cue, there was crying. Highblood quickly took the small naked troll out of his hair, forgetting all about the Summoner and he started shooshing him.
    "Oh my god. You're fucking delusional. Zillyhoo! You can't keep your descendant! You are throwing out the balance of nature! Do you even realize how hard it is going to be to take care of it? Do you think your servants are going to keep this a secret? Do you think that they will change his shit sack??" He was yelling now, Highblood guess he was trying to pound it into his head, "Look at you! The great king shooshing a fucking babbi! This is fucking pathetic!" He yelled.
    Highblood was silent for a moment, staring down at the small troll, "I'm not going to get motherfucking attached Summoner. I am going to give him to my old lusus. He can take care of him. I won't get attached, and as soon as he is with Goatdad, I motherfucking promise, I'll never see him again." He said with a frown, looking away from him, "But I couldn't let my only descendant get culled..."