When he had been selected for the great honor as a child, his mother had wept for days. No one had told him why, but his father had put a hand on his shoulder - the first time Kunzite could ever remember the man touching him - and told him that he hoped they would meet again. At the time, Kunzite hadn't known what that meant.
Now, chained to a wall as a red-haired demon smirked down at him, Kunzite knew exactly what he meant. He wasn't too sorry that he wouldn't see his father again. There were more important people to be concerned with.
"You're wasting your time, Beryl," Kunzite informed her coolly, trying to ignore just how much he was bleeding from knives and fingernails alike.
Beryl scoffed. "So said the other three. They all fell in the end." She smiled, and Kunzite shivered for reasons he couldn't articulate for the life of him. "Loyalty is overrated, Kunzite. Especially when your allegiance is to a man that no longer has allegiance to his kingdom."
Kunzite was livid, but he kept his temper in check. "Do not think to question Prince Endymion's loyalty to his people simply because he lies with another."
That earned him a powerful backhand that barely stung.
She glowered at him, turning on her heel and heading away from him. But of course, Beryl couldn't help but have the last word. "Mark my words, Lord Kunzite. I will have you in my arsenal. I will turn you as I did your fellow Shitennou. You will fight against Endymion and follow my every order... And revel in it.
"Loyalty only lasts so long."