This story is also up on Tumblr and DeviantArt. I am only posting this up on here because I like the organization FF offers.

Summary: The King of the Nether is a cruel and ruthless leader, known for his maniacal madness and insanity. When the Underwater Kingdom wishes for peace between their kingdoms, a bargain could change everything.

Pairing: SkyLox, LoxSky

Info: Sky is a human and is around 18 years old. He's the step son of the Underwater king and NOT the heir.

Deadlox is a demon, the king of the Nether, and is 21 in demon years; he's 210 human years old. Demons in this A!U stop aging at 25 demon years; 250 human years.

Yes, I know sky is like, 20 and Deadlox is around 18, but for the sake of this A!U I changed their ages, bare with me :)

WARNINGS: Mild abuse, insanity and cussing

Brink of Insanity Ch. 1

A grin of complete and utter insanity lit up his face, his fierce red eyes swirling with mixed emotions as he banged his head against the wall behind him, letting out giggles as the sound of his head meeting the wall echoed throughout the room. The headphones he constantly wore muffled the sound, making the sound unique and almost addicting as he continued banging his head against the wall, his hands clenching and unclenching as he focused on nothing.

He was a cruel ruler, insane and unstable with no care for his subjects what so ever. He was a war mongrel and he was hated and despised by all. But, he was also feared and respected. He was a demon and cruelty ran in his blood.

As a child, merely five in demon years and fifty in human years, he had been attacked by his parent's and the kingdom's enemies. He'd been tortured, raped and abused until his parents finally sent guards to rescue him months later. To shape him up to be as cold-hearted as all royals should be.

Because of the torture in his younger years, he had come out with three large scars over the left side of his face; one from his temple to his jaw, one running from right underneath his left eye to just above his jawline and one from his hairline to his eyebrow. He had long whip scars across his back and chest and he had small scars running along his hips and thighs; scars ran down either of his arms. His hearing had become heightened far further than even a demon's natural heightened hearing, due to experiments being done to him, and he was forced to wear headphones for the rest of his life to slightly dull the noise around him. His mind had been corrupted completely and he had serious mental problems including insomnia and schizophrenia.

He'd killed his parents as a kid, already power hungry at the young age of ten; even though in human years he had been one hundred years old. The torture he had suffered and the fact that his parents had willingly let it happen to build up 'character' had slowly pushed him off the edge of sanity and into the pits of total and utter insanity. His blood thirsty parents had even encouraged him killing them, pride shining in their eyes even as their lives dimmed.

The bed underneath him, covered in only the finest silk sheets, creaked as he continued banging his head against the wall he was leaning on. His knees were pulled against his chest, his arms on either side of his body. His leathery black wings were folded close to his body, his equally leathery tail with its familiar spike at the end twitched beside him. A fang protruded from his lower lip as a slick tongue licked his lips; his laughter becoming broken as a knock resounded around his expensively furnished room, only the best for a King after all.

"Sir, the maid will be up soon to bathe and dress you for your meeting with the King from the Underwater Kingdom," the words were spoken softly from behind the door and soon faded away, the messenger from behind the door hurriedly left, not wanting to be so close to the King of the Underworld; he was known to be insane and bat shit crazy. The King was unpredictable and violent, the messenger didn't feel like dying just yet; he prayed the maid would still be alive later today.

He bowed his head, letting his dark colored hair completely shade his face from view as he bit down on his bottom lip, only stopping once his fangs broke the skin underneath, little droplets of blood dripping down his chin and onto his sleeping clothes.

The Underwater King? A meeting with 'The Squid'? How interesting. His hoarse laughter echoed throughout his empty chambers.

"Y-your M-majesty?" The feeble words were accompanied with an almost in audible knock. His elf like ears twitched at the sound; had he been mortal, the maid's word would've gone unheard. He flicked his black claws, eying the razor sharp edges with curiosity as the door slowly creaked open. His visible right eye glance at the quivering maid who had stepped inside as he slid off his bed with the grace of a predator stalking its prey.

"Here to bathe your King, aren't you? I bet you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?" He cackled as he ripped his shirt off, displaying sculpted olive skin, his laughter growing as the maid firmly kept her eyes set on the ground as he slid out of his pants and boxers. He fingered his headphones thoughtfully, carefully taking them off and setting them on his bedside table. Running a clawed hand through his hair, he grinned wickedly, "Shall we?"

His claws easily cut her skin, like a knife cutting butter. She had begun whimpering the first time he had slapped her, for getting soap in his eyes, and had begun openly sobbing when he'd left welts from his claws across her face and chest.

He didn't care, she deserved the pain he brought her; they all did.

She helped him into his dress clothes, biting her lip to keep from crying. He didn't want her filthy tears on his clothes after all.

He was soon dressed in his finest dress pants and collared shirt, a leather cloak around his shoulders, holes in the back for his bat-like wings. A hole was on his pants for his tail to slip through. All that was left was his headphones and his hair.

"Get a drop of blood on my headphones and I'll rip your tongue tongue out," he threatened as he watched her trembling fingers pick up his precious headphones. She fumbled with the delicately crafted piece of technology, and carefully placed it on his head once she carefully brushed his bangs over the left side of his face; careful not to even stare at the scarred skin of the right side of his face.

Once ready, he eyed the shivering maid in front of him. She already had multiple bruises forming on her pale skin and multiple red welts from his claws had bloomed in the short period of time she had been in his presence. Her shirt was barely hanging into her frame and he sneered at her.

"Get out of here," he ordered, waving her off with narrowed eyes. She left hurriedly, not daring to glance back as he once again sat on his bed, adjusting his headphones as he once again leaned against the wall, eyes flashing at the thought of the meeting taking place in just a few hours.