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.....The collar was tight, nearly choking him. The chains were heavy, holding him in place, leaving him vulnerable and open to attack. The stone floor was cold even to him, and made his knees ache from kneeling on the unforgiving surface. His breath came in puffs of steam as the lord of the dead stood over him.

"My my, how far the mighty have fallen." he hissed, "If you hadn't ran away before your reprogramming, then there would be no need of these chains, F4NG. A pity, I had such high hopes for you."

The black and red simian raised his head, his round pupils morphing into black slits as a low growl vibrated in his chest. "Glad to disappoint you." he spat, "You're going to regret creating me, because the first chance I get, I'm sending you back to Hell."

Skeleton King chuckled, clearly amused by the threat. He knelt before the trapped simian, and touched the sharp tips of his fingers to Fang's forehead. A painful shudder coursed through him, his muscles seizing, heart pounding. A throbbing pulse formed in his gums, making his teeth ache, and filling him with the urge to bite.

The dead lord leaned down. "You may be able to defy my will, F4NG," he whispered, listening to the simian as he began snarling, watching his muscles squirming beneath his ebony fur. "But you cannot defy what you are. You are the Beast, it feeds off your primal needs and desires. Release it, let it gorge on the blood of your prey!"

Fang threw his head back and roared, the noise sounding as if it had come from the maw of a primitive beast. Skeleton King quickly pulled away as the simian snapped, nearly catching the skeleton's hand in his merciless jaws. "I won't be your war hound!" he snarled, "You may have made me into this thing, but I control the Beast.....and it only has two purposes. To protect Celty, and to kill you."

His hollow eyes smirked sinisterly down at him as he straightened. "You might control the Beast," he chuckled, and revealed an item hidden in his other hand. "But I know who controls you, F4NG."

In his fingers dangled a short chain choker with a small silver skull lock holding the ends together. Fang's eyes went wide with horror. "No," he breathed, watching as Skeleton King retreated from the room, tucking the necklace away in his pocket. "No-No! CELTY!"

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.....The collar was tight, nearly choking him. The chains were heavy, holding him in place, leaving him vulnerable and open to attack. The stone floor was cold even to him, and made his knees ache from kneeling on the unforgiving surface. His breath came in puffs of steam as the lord of the dead stood over him.

"My my, how far the mighty have fallen." he hissed, "If you hadn't ran away before your reprogramming, then there would be no need of these chains, F4NG. A pity, I had such high hopes for you."

The black and red simian raised his head, his round pupils morphing into black slits as a low growl vibrated in his chest. "Glad to disappoint you." he spat, "You're going to regret creating me, because the first chance I get, I'm sending you back to Hell."

Skeleton King chuckled, clearly amused by the threat. He knelt before the trapped simian, and touched the sharp tips of his fingers to Fang's forehead. A painful shudder coursed through him, his muscles seizing, heart pounding. A throbbing pulse formed in his gums, making his teeth ache, and filling him with the urge to bite.

The dead lord leaned down. "You may be able to defy my will, F4NG," he whispered, listening to the simian as he began snarling, watching his muscles squirming beneath his ebony fur. "But you cannot defy what you are. You are the Beast, it feeds off your primal needs and desires. Release it, let it gorge on the blood of your prey!"

Fang threw his head back and roared, the noise sounding as if it had come from the maw of a primitive beast. Skeleton King quickly pulled away as the simian snapped, nearly catching the skeleton's hand in his merciless jaws. "I won't be your war hound!" he snarled, "You may have made me into this thing, but I control the Beast.....and it only has two purposes. To protect Celty, and to kill you."

His hollow eyes smirked sinisterly down at him as he straightened. "You might control the Beast," he chuckled, and revealed an item hidden in his other hand. "But I know who controls you, F4NG."

In his fingers dangled a short chain choker with a small silver skull lock holding the ends together. Fang's eyes went wide with horror. "No," he breathed, watching as Skeleton King retreated from the room, tucking the necklace away in his pocket. "No-No! CELTY!"

Line-art by Evil-within-u, do not use without permission!