Chapter : 2
Various colors of blood splattered continuously on the walls while the long, sharp spikes on the two clubs easily tore open the tough troll skin of the lowbloods. The grin plastered on the madman's face only seemed to get bigger as more and more lifeless and deformed bodies fell on the cold ground, pools of different blood colors forming beneath them. Soon enough, there were no longer screams and cries of agony and fear, every single one of the lowblooded trolls and grubs that had been captured a few days ago, had been culled as usual, by him...
"What do you want from me? Why are you circling me?" you asked with a slight scowl, barely and instinctively showing your pointy fangs at the muscled guards with the stoic expressions on their faces. ''Remove your hoodie'' Darkleer sternly and lowly ordered. Of course, you didn't obey. After all, no one had ever told you what to do so why you now had to do as you were told? ''No'' you replied just as sternly, your fists slowly starting to clench. A sudden and strangled gasp escaped your lips when an arm was tightly wrapped around your neck from behind. ''L-leave.. m-me..'' you tried to say, bringing your hands up to the strong arm around your neck in an attempt to free yourself. Darkleer frowned and stepped in front of your before harshly removing your hoodie from over your face. ''An olive blood. It's getting late. You know what to do'' he told the blueblooded troll that held you tightly and firmly against his chest, before mounting his hoofbeast and leaving. You were truly glad that he had thought your blood color was actually olive instead of lime. It meant that they would simply let you go without harming you, right? Wrong.
You didn't even have the time to take a deep breath cause a strong and quick hit on the back of your head, made you fall unconscious on the ground. Upon picking you up, the soldier brought you towards a large cage, not that far from there, where other unconscious lowbloods just like you were into it.
"Master, the lowlbloods are being brought to the dungeons" one of the guards informed the Grand Highblood, trying their best to hide their fear. A small but dark smirk appeared on his face as he heard this. "Now go motherfucker"
Groaning softly, you slowly opened your eyes and tried to figure out where you were. Your head throbbed and hurt like hell though you still didn't know why... The sounds of other groans and low mumbles soon caught your attention, thus making you turn around. There, sitting on the floor and leaning against the walls, were other trolls and even a few young ones, just like you. "W-who are you...? And where are we?" you quietly asked, hoping that at least one of the other trolls could provide you some information about your current location. "Ya don't know? That's quite odd now, ain't it?" a male voice spoke not that far from behind you. "Have you ever heard about the Grand Highblood? The subjugglator that culls the lowbloods? Well you are located in the dungeons, right into his castle" the troll said, his tone oddly calm.
So many things where now confusing you. First of all, who was this troll and why did he know where all of you were? Secondly, who was this Grand Highblood? And lastly, where you going to end up being culled since you were a lowblood? More specifically a lime blooded one?
"I'm Darius, newbie" the male troll then told you before smirking. He then proceeded to tell you about the Signless and his followers who spread word of a culture free from conflict and suppression based on blood color. You listened to the scarlet blooded troll the whole time, with pure interest since you had never really heard about them before. "Oh, and by the way. He's coming". "W-what are you-". The door of the cell suddenly slammed open, hitting the wall with great force. Almost every single of the trolls flinched and backed away. Even you did, but not that much. Darius howerer, didn't. He had been here before so now he no longer feared him like the others. He actually didn't even care if he was culled or not, since he had witnessed the death of his matesprit right in front of his eyes.
"Well well well. Look who we motherfucking have here... Darius. It's been a while since we last saw each other, hasn't it motherfucker?!" The Grand Highblood somewhat yelled at him before chuckling lowly. The captured troll simply stared at him, his face expressionless. The subjugglator then deflected his gaze towards you, slightly raising an eyebrow. "What do you think lil fucker? Should I cull him instantly? Or should I punish him first for managing to escape and free other trolls the previous time?". You stared up at the intimidating troll with big tall, goat like horns that spiraled from a thick mane of black long hair, and slowly backed away. "W-why.. why should you do something like that? I mean, why not let everyone live? There's no point into culling them. Would you like it if someone culled you or your friends?" you told him since it was the first thing you had thought about. He simply laughed deeply at this, the ground seemed to vibrate slightly because of his loud laughter. "Aww how motherfucking sweet of you" he cooed teasingly. ''You think exactly like a motherfucking stupid wriggler. Tell me, did you grow up with your lusus or is your think pan simply motherfucking fucked up?'' he asked, a grin on his face. "Just shut up you big freaking clown troll'' you hissed at him in response, without even thinking twice. ''Clown troll? Well, thank you for the nickname but''. Grabbing you harshly by your hair and lifting you up into the air, his yellow and indigo colored eyes stared deeply into your own. ''Call me that again and I won't hesitate to smash your head against the wall and smear your blood on it. You mean nothing to me motherfucker. And you never will, DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME?!!!'' the Grand Highblood yelled at you. It was strange that you weren't deaf yet. With a scowl, he tossed you roughly on the ground and headed out of the cell. ''Get those two first. Darius will finally have some motherfucking company''.
As expected, one of the guards entered the cell shortly after and grabbed you and the male troll by your arms before dragging you to an unknown place. Many hours had passed since you had been captured by those highbloods but apparently, none of them seemed to notice your true blood color. "Where are we heading to?" you quietly asked Darius as the guard dragged you towards a large wooden door. "I think in the room where the others get culled.. I'm not sure though" he replied.
Indeed, you were brought into the mysterious room, the stench of decaying flesh and blood filled the air. You brought a hand over your nose, trying to breathe that air as less as possible. ''Finally you're here. Do you feel excited yet? Cause I motherfucking do'' a familiar voice spoke, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the two of you from behind, echoing through the room. You now had to admit that this whole situation was scaring the hell out of you. You couldn't even believe that a few hours earlier, you had absolutely no clue that you would end up here. Clenching slightly his grip on the whip he held, he glared down at you. ''Uncover their backs'' he ordered once again, and without hesitation, one of the guards that was into the room as well, made you kneel then tore open Darius's tunic before walking over to you to do the same to yours as well. There was nothing you could do to prevent him from doing so. You were going to get culled sooner or later, so what was the point of trying to fight back? When the cloth was finally torn open, you tightly shut your eyes, a few tears forming into them. Shocked and surprised gasps filled the room. All of your lusus's attempts to protect you and keep you safe, had failed. Your lime grub scars were now exposed to everyone. Everything had just been revealed.
Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussiel/n = lusu's name
You belong to you (obviously)
GHB = Grand Highblood
Darius = made-up character
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