Beauty and His Beast [MxM] (UNEDITED)

Hybrid POV

Blood..Rage...Death...

Those have been the only things that have driven me and given me purpose for that past eighteen years of my life, after all, it had been the only things I had ever known.

I had long given up the hope and dream of living a life outside this kingdom I had been forced to call home. I had been ridiculed and physically beaten for my dreams, dreams of wanting to live a life that was not surrounded by all the bloodshed and hatred these people I had come to call family, thrived on.

I had given up the hope of ever finding the woman who gave birth to me, eventually believing the things I had been told about her growing up. At first I refused to believe it, but I suppose that was just the child in me, the child that refused to acknowledge that his own mother had abandoned him and left him in the clutches of beasts.

Beasts who cared not who they trampled upon to get what they wanted. Cared not how many women they widowed, or children they orphaned. It was as though they had not a single care in the world for the repercussions of their actions, and I suppose this was the only part of me I could actually thank my mother for.

My empathetic nature to care about others and put them before me since I sure as hell did not get that from my father.

But it was time that child grew up.

I had long learnt that in order to survive in this cruel world, I had to adapt to it and built a strong armor of protection around myself, even if that meant mirroring the emotions that emanated off everyone around me.

"Hey Hybrid! The king's looking for you!" I heard someone yell from behind me.

I sighed and got up from the rock I had been sitting on for the past few hours since the battle had ended, overlooking the sunset, for it was the only thing that seemed to bring some remote peace. I dusted off my hands against my armor stained with blood, and walked in the direction of the "king's" palace.

I walked up the heavily stoned steps, and stopped in front of the guards, who sneered at me with contemptuous mocking smiles and it took everything in not to bash my head against their own right then and there. Instead, I raised my eyebrow at the one closest to me, and looked him and down, letting him know that I was not about to back down.

I might have just entered my eighteenth year, but I was well built for my tender age. In fact, I towered over most of my father's men at the age of sixteen, and only gained more muscle two years later, forcing my father to place me, head of his army, despite the bitch fit my half brother put up after hearing the news.

I mean it wasn't exactly my fault he looked like a twig next to me.

I felt the corners of my mouth curve into a smile at the thought causing the guards to growl in front of me.

"Are you laughing you little fucker!" One of them uttered as he neared me, which must have been his poor attempt to intimidate me, which only amused me further.

"Unless you're losing your eyesight, I would hardly call myself 'little'.. in all avenues." I replied which seemed to tick him since he lunged at me, only for me side step and leave him running into the wall.

"That's enough!" My father's right hand man said in that authoritive voice that always enforced whoever heard it, into complete submission.

He nodded at the guard who stepped aside and allowed me entry, and well just to be extra, I turned and stuck out my tongue at him as I walked behind him.

"Always one to cause trouble aren't you." He uttered with amusement lacing his voice.

"Nay, it is trouble that always seems to find me " I replied with a huge grin on my face further causing him to chuckle as we walked down the stoned hallway of the huge castle, finally reaching the end, where my father's chambers lied.

"He wanted to see you alone, so I fear, this is where I leave you ." He said and turned to me with a smile.

"Remember, I am a scream away." He added, making me snort and shove him away.

"As if I'll ever fucking scream." I replied and shook my head as I knocked my knuckles against the heavy wooden door and waited for my father's voice, assuring me to enter.

"Come"

I sighed as I walked in, and closed the door behind me, as I always had. A habit I had been forced to learn when I had left the door open once when I was seven and earned a scar on my forearm for that. I walked into the room that was dimly lit by a few torches and narrowed my eyes, wondering why it was so dark in the room.

"Your Majesty." I said in a quiet voice, knowing he could hear me where ever he was.

"And yet, the bastard of my children had to be the one with the sweet tongue huh." He replied, giving me an indication of him being somewhere behind me, causing me to immediately turn around.

"Still don't trust people at your back huh?" He asked making me grit my teeth at his audacity to even ask such a thing.

"Can't exactly blame me for that now can you? Your Majesty." I replied and tried to keep the sneer out of my voice as far as possible.

"I suppose not." He replied and appeared in front of me. Black eyes, staring into my glowing green ones.

I suppose the only things that proved our relation, were my tusks and the color of my skin. Where his was a dark shade of green mine seemed to be lighter shade, coupled with the fact that I had really long hair, something I had always chose to grow out, to the point where it reached below my waist.

He looked at me for a moment longer, as if he was searching my eyes for something, and eventually turned away, walking back to where he kept his table laid with all his military strategics and maps.

"I'm sure you're well aware of our next target. One we've been waiting patiently for centuries to finally lay our hands on" he asked as he laid out a map and beckoned me to come closer to the table, to which I complied and stood underneath the torch in order to get a clearer view.

"I'm aware. I just don't understand why we're attacking now and how we plan to do that?" I asked as I watched him smirk, his tusks gleaming with saliva against the light of the torches.

"The Kingdom of the Fae have been in power for centuries. To fight them is to fight four other prosperous kingdoms as well. I'd be a fool to venture on that suicidal mission" he replied as he picked up a wooden piece, carved into the shape of a Fae and held it up for me to see.

"However, if we gain victory over the Fae, we not only gain one kingdom, but four others." He added as he dropped the piece on the map, knocking out four others as well.

"And how do you plan on doing this?" I asked and looked at him.

"Simple. By getting the Fae to surrender, the others will follow. After all, they're nothing but bitches to the Fae." He replied and chuckled, to which I raised my eyebrow at him, after all, he was making no sense at all.

"Right, and you think they're just going to bend over and let us spank them. They've been in power for fucking centuries. Why would they surrender now?" I asked and watched his smirk disappear.

"Watch it boy." He replied and turned back to the map.

"The Fae have one thing they pride themselves on. The one thing they call their hope." He said and opened a scroll to reveal a drawing of a young man, I tried to get closer to him to get a better look at the picture, but he rolled it back up and shoved it in his drawer.

"They call him Ares. The future of their kingdom. The one and only pureblood heir. Whispers has it, he has immaculate godly powers coursing through his veins." He said as he turned towards me, smiling that sinister smile that would succeed in scaring the devil and I knew instantly that what he was about to utter next, would be anything but good...

"And that is where you come in."