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“After nearly a hundred star cycles, Kaio Targen will face his people’s worst enemy! The grandson of Raveen Morte, deadly leader of The Incendiaries! Welcome to the arena Zyair Morte!” Zyair’s eyes in the image flashed orange. He had inherited some of the dark magick of his grandfather. How interesting, Jorell thought. The games this year had felt tedious, but now… Bloodworm had something up his sleeve, that was certain.
Gasps sounded from the viewing boxes nearest to Jorell. Only a select few had purchased exclusive tickets to the bonding. Most others were watching remotely, already on the viewing ship or paying for premium access on their own planets.
Jorell liked being in the thick of things, it was part of the reason why he went into televised productions.
“You heard that right! The Galactic Gladiator Games will now host a war between ancient enemies. Primal feelings will take root in the hearts of both our King and his mortal foe. The Incendiaries were revolutionary strategists who nearly burned their world.”
Jorell whirled around, pressing a slim button inside his left sleeve. His jumpsuit began to shine with an inner, blinding light, and pitch-black wings unfurled from his back. He knew what he looked like—an angelic light offset by a crow-dark frame.
This was why he made the big bucks—because he was the event. Who needed the gladiators when he was around?
“And here they are now!” The screen once again flashed and fritzed, the dual images replaced by a live feed streaming from the bonding chamber. “My voracious viewers, I present to you this year’s twenty-five Gladiators! As always, some here willingly—” he flashed an evil smirk toward the vids, “more or less, anyway—and some of Vanguard’s worst prisoners hoping for freedom!”
Jorell danced out of view as the screen grew larger until it was the only thing anyone could focus on. He moved to a shady corner, leaning against the wall and letting his smiles fade. His favorite head lolled back against the cool surface behind him, tired of the show already, while his makeup-slathered face kept focused on the video. His second set of eyes closed as his second brain nodded off for a nap. That was fine, Jorell didn’t try to rouse his preferred head. He only needed one set of eyes watching the stream to see what he wanted to see anyway, so it didn’t matter.
Moments later, his gaze found his prize.
Kaio Targen strode out, beautiful body only half hidden beneath gleaming gold armor. He even wore a thick heavy crown upon his dark blue hair.
The royal was utterly breathtaking, and for a fleeting thought, Jorell was almost jealous of the pathetic human woman who was going to be mind-melded to such a stunning specimen.
