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Sol•i•tude | \ ˈsä-lə-ˌtüd or -ˌtyüd \ [noun]
Definition of solitude —
1 : the quality or state of being alone or remote from society : SECLUSION
2 : a lonely place (such as a desert or prison)
"Do we live, because we want to live or because we have to live? Do we survive to live, or live to survive? Does living hurt, or do we hurt, because we are alive? Do we cry because we gave up, or because we still have hope? What hope you ask? The hope to stop surviving and start to live."
— Youtube Username: Kaiser - the guy you love to hate
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(Three days ago)
Before the Grand Banquet.
On the Palace Training Grounds
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Sigh.
'This is so troublesome...'
Eye brow twitch.
'Hey Prince Athan! If you keep twitching like that; your beautiful face will be ruined!'
'...'
'Bayaz, please stop irritating my foolish little brother'
More eye brow twitching
Snickering.
'Pfft— Your older brother called you foolish! haha! Serves Y—'
Smack.
'Ow! What the FUCCK!'
Eyes rolling.
'Stop fooling around idiot!'
Another sigh.
'...So troublesome..'
Rubbing his head.
'Jimell why are you even here? Aren't you suppose to be playing shogi somewhere?'
Crossing his arms.
'As much as I want to do that, I have to be here. It's Prince Anastacius's inauguration as the Crown Prince of the Asterian Empire**.'
Silence.
Frown.
Glare.
Sigh.
'C'mon now Prince Athan, glaring won't help your situation. Your uncle, His Majesty, King Samael, The Emperor, chose Prince Anastacius as his heir.'
Glares even harder.
'Little brother, I heard from uncle that King Orochi will be coming. Be on guard.'
Red eyes widen.
'Why is that perverted snake king coming?'
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I don't know...Jimell?'
'Heck, even I don't know. It's a sudden visit. That snake king invited himself. I have a feeling something big is going to happen.'
'Jimell is right. My beast mount is acting strange right now too, as if somebody is ruffling his tails the wrong way.'
Three pairs of eyes narrowed.
'Is he saying something right now, Bayaz?'
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Blue eyes closed.
'hmm..'
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'Idiot say something...?'
Eyes opened. Confused.
'...Weird.. why is he..'
'Something wrong Bayaz?'
Shaking his head.
'No your highness, Prince Anastacius, There's...nothing wrong...'
'Argh. You knucklehead. Just spit it out!'
'..Just that...he keep saying "The savior has come".'
Uncomfortable silence soon follows.
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'...What!??'
The four exchange glances.
Jimell rubbing his temples.
'Goddammit... this is so troublesome!'
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Chapter TWO:
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"You've changed."
His voice was flat and low. His eyes looked straight to hers, intense and scary. She shivered when his gaze dropped to her body which was clad with only a white dress, thin enough to be transparent. His gaze did not stop there. It dropped lower to her thighs and her bare feet.
A sinister smirk graced his handsome features.
"…as expected."
She panted, grasped a short knife on her person but she shrieked when she found herself slammed against a tree with his muscular body pressed against hers, hot and warm.
"…Arggh—"
He grasped her chin and forced her to look up. Her eyes met his fiery crimson blood orbs that gleamed with cold delight at the sight of her frightened eyes.
"Are you scared?"
His pretty eyes had never been this intense and red before.
She gulped. Not saying anything.
"Do you know why I'm here?"
She shook her head. He smirked and her fear increased. It was such a cold evil smirk. It was slightly…twisted and his eyes were shining with something akin to amusement.
"…hmm. I like your scent." He purred, sniffing.
As he did that, she gasped and her body shuddered. He leaned his body closer, the weight crushing her tiny frame. He freed her hands and his fingers were now on her silky hair, playing with her chin-length bangs. Her hair is long, reaching past her buttocks, swaying loosely within the passing wind.
His other hand was on her bare shoulder, feeling her skin. She bit her lip and struggled but he held her, crushing her body more.
"…I am in charge of this attack, Alexandria. Do you know that?" he drawled, leaning closer to her as he whispered in her ear.
Her eyes widened in horror, her struggle ceasing.
"W-what? But…but—…why?"
"…I wanted to…"
She felt him smirk cruelly as he licked and bit her earlobe. She closed her eyes, her breathing uneven. She bit her lip to repress a moan as his rough hand slid down from her shoulder to the side of her full breast, down to her hip. Though he was a cold man, his touch was sinfully warm, eliciting wild sensations.
"Ah—"
His hand on her hair suddenly jerked her hair violently down to pull her face up. Glossy cherry red lips sprung open to gasp.
"…I wanted to see you."
He whispered coldly, cruelly. He pushed her harder against the tree, molding his body into hers…
Her lips whimpered.
"Please.."
"…I came for you." he drawled in her ear, chewing her lobe. She ignored the pleasurable chills shooting down to her spine.
But for some reason, she can't.
"People are being killed because of you." he continued, slightly panting in her ear as he struggled with his lust to kill and fuck her.
"Your beloved home is being torn upside down because of you." his lips were trailing down to her neck.
"And I will not stop from killing them."
She gasped when he dragged her skirt up to her hips. With a dagger, he sliced her panties open, then running the blade from her hip down to her inner thigh.
"Stop—"
"…I will not stop torturing your people," he rasped, now ripping the torn lace panties away from her thighs.
"…stop—" she pleaded again.
"…I will kill them all, Alexandria." He hissed sadistically, her panties now lay crumpled and torn at the forest floor.
"…oh!" Alexandria gasped, feeling his rough hand palming her thigh, his fingers moving closer to her precious flower. He leaned close to whisper menacingly in her ear.
"I will,"
He then pushed her inner thigh open to gain more access with his hand;
"send,"
Pushed a knee up between her thighs to move her right knee aside;
"them,"
Harshly cupped her sex and Alexandria can't help but shrieked;
"all,"
Plunged a finger into her burning core;
"to,"
Then finally pumped into her violently causing her to gasp and cry out. Not knowing whether in pain or pleasure.
He didn't care.
"…hell."
She moaned loudly, pleasure shooting down her spine. His finger was making a solid uneven pace, fast and wild. He grinned mercilessly, watching her face, her eyes were darkening. His cruel grin grew wider when she attempted to shove him away and free her body from his merciless ministrations. He punished her with a wilder and faster tempo as he finger-fucked her.
"Ohhh! Please—"
"I will kill them all." He added another finger.
Alexandria was crying out, her face flushed as she threw her head back.
"I will kill them all." He repeated, enunciating each word with hard thrust of his fingers. He smiled and she saw it.
It was a cruel smile.
She tried vainly to escape the eruption of wild ecstasy. The pleasure was gnawing at her rationality and to her disgust, she realized, she wanted what he was doing to her. She wanted him, this sinful man. The way his muscular and lean body glisten with sweat, the way his fingers buried in her dripping cunt…
"Oh god— please—"she groaned and felt his large hand groping her ass, squeezing while rocking her hips forward to meet the every fucking thrust of his large fingers.
"Oh God…oh God…ohhh…"
"…you like that?" he drawled cruelly, panting.
Oh how he loved to screw her hard.
She gasped in reply and he only smirked ruthlessly when he felt her fighting off his hand that clutched her ass.
"You wanted to fight me…huh?" He chuckled darkly.
"This would be fun…"
While he rocked her hips forward, he squeezed and kneaded her ass harder.
"No… no…" she mumbled incoherently, reaching a hand down to his hand that groped her ass, trying vainly to pry his hand off her skin.
'Damn it! Fight him! For goodness sake! Don't let him toy you! DON'T LET HIM—' Alexandria thought.
She groaned loudly and shuddered. Oh my goddess Hemera—! He was rocking her ass forward against his fucking fingers.
This man enjoyed violating her.
Licking his lips, he continued to ram his fingers inside her.
The man was insane, and he was aware. The feel of her tight wet walls sent him over the edge. It was an addiction.
He drove her crazy, just like how she drive him crazy. Together, they're completely in madness.
Scissoring his fingers as he stretched her forcefully. He said,
"Mine all mine…"
He laughed cruelly, panting.
He will make her his. He will kill anyone if necessary.
"Say you'll be mine, Alexandria…"
"No…" she gasped, shivering at the intensity of their wild intimacy. Her other hand was on his biceps, clutching for her sanity.
He grinned maliciously.
"Do you want me to fuck you mercilessly in front of your brothers…? Reyson or Rafiel…? Pick one? Or maybe your little sister, Leanne?"
Alexandria shivered. "No—"
"Perhaps…you like to listen to your beloved people's scream, while I fuck the hell out of you?" he whispered darkly.
She gulped, her orgasm rising.
'NO! NO! Don't let him hear you scream with pleasure! DON'T—'
But she was already moaning loudly, trying in vain to repress her orgasm. She can't deny it. She's already extremely wet, her juices shooting out of her into his hand, increasing the cruel man's desire and delight.
"Oh God—"
"…what? I can't hear you. Say it Alexandria."
He made a sharp thrust, earning a deep sexy moan from her.
"…I will stop this war. For you, sweetheart."
She was panting. "Please, stop—"
"Only if you come with me."
She looked up to him, shocked.
"Ahhh!"
She threw back her head as he began another unruly pace. He knew she was a virgin.
Oh damn… he can't wait to ravage her…
"…Come with me, My dearest. Come with me to Asteria and be with me." He cooed seductively, licking her cheek…fucking her…
"…and no one will die."
"SAMAEL!"
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(Present)
Inside the Ruby Palace
The Grand Banquet
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"All rise to the Emperor; King Samael Ex Erebus de Asteria!"
Bang!
Massive gilded double doors burst wide open and there stood a man. A very intimidating handsome man. He has long messy pitch black hair that reaches his waist, with bangs sweeping over his intense crimson blood red colored eyes. His lean, warm ivory colored muscles rippled against his clothes as he walk arrogantly towards the luxurious throne.
Behind the throne, there's an enormous black dragon with its inner skin wings, underbelly, and the tip of its tail dyed red. The dragon has horns that are tipped with gold and around his neck is a familiar golden choker with engraved writings.
'Rajaion'
Slave #04
The Black Dragon** growled deeply as he make his way. His royal mantle with Asteria insignia displayed for authority. Once he seated upon his throne, he crossed his long legs and brace his right elbow on the arm of the throne while his knuckles is on his sculpted jaw.
With the dragon behind him, it amplified his terrifying image.
Oh what a glorious and frightening sight to behold!
A low lazy tenor voice filled the giant room;
"At ease."
Automatically, all people responded.
"Praise and Glory to the Goddess Nox. Blessings and Prosperity To the King. All hail upon The Asterian Empire!"
After that proclamation, people immediately seated on their respective spot. The seating arrangement of the banquet is organized according to the status of their titles. Two long table filled with delicious food are placed parallel to one another. The lowest is seated way far back, the highest is closest to the king. Another long table is situated on the front, filled with much more extravagant food. This time, the royal family related to the king is seated on each of the king's side while the emperor is seated on the middle where the throne is. On the center of the banquet lies exotic dancers and other foreign entertainers to make the banquet more lively.
However, the Laguz, which considered as a slave; are forbidden to eat and sit. Each Laguz that attended the banquet must remain in their half-Beorc half-Laguz form which shows their main attributes such as a tail, ears, wings, or horns with the exception of the Emperor's Laguz— a compete form. The Laguz must follow and obey their masters all the time. They also must maintain a distance of three feet behind them. Disobedience towards these rules will result in automatic painful physical shockwave coming from the collar they wear. The more they reject, the painful it is. Finally, failure to follow their masters's wishes will result to death.
As the day go by, you see nobles with their Laguz socializing with one another.
Next to the emperor Samael, on his right side, a young man sat. He has long straight raven black hair that reach mid-back, a few inches shorter than Samael's hair. His thick lengthy eyelashes cast a shadow over his soft scarlet red eyes that twinkled with intelligence. His feminine features made him very well known. His name is Anastacius. The one who will be recognized as the Crown Prince by the emperor. Behind him stood a beautiful and elegant female Laguz with brown skin, waist-long dark green hair, red eyes, two small horns and a red marking on her left forehead. Her gilded choker read,
'Almedha'
Slave #05
"Tea, your highness?" she asked,
Anastacius nodded his head.
She then started pouring tea on his cup while Anastacius observes the people before him.
On the left side, a young man also sat. This individual has shoulder length spiky midnight black hair that has blue tint. His vermillion red eyes has a sense of boredom displayed on it. His name is Athan. The Second Prince of the Asterian Empire. Behind him, another Laguz stood. This time the Laguz is a male with traits similar to Almedha: straight dark-green shoulder length hair, brown skin, red eyes, two small horns and a red marking on the middle of his forehead. His gilded choker read,
'Kurthnaga'
Slave #06
His arms are crossed with a hard expression on his face.
All in all, the whole kingdom know that this two young men seated on both the Emperor's sides are related to the him. Both of their handsome features, crimson blood eyes and gorgeous black hair are well recognized and are the only known to appear specifically for the Royal family House of Erebus**.
"This banquet bore me Uncle. Let's make my older brother's inauguration be done with..." Athan retorted.
Anastacius narrowed his eyes but didn't responded.
"..."
"Hm...You have no right to demand that. Do it when you surpassed your older brother. Until then, shut your mouth. " Samael said with no emotion.
Athan clenched his teeth. After all, his uncle is not wrong. He can't beat his older brother. It is true. With the kingdom that highly depends on alchemy, the shade color of your hair says a lot of things in regards on how powerful you are.
The darker your hair is, the stronger you are in alchemy. Curse this blue-black hair of his!
The majority of the people living in Asteria have different shades of colored hair. While nobles on the other hand are differentiated with a dark shade of colored hair. Black haired is for the royal main house of Erebus and brown haired for the royal branch family of Astraeus**. Speaking of hair, his uncle has darkest blackest black hair among the three of them. His hair is so pitch jet black that no light shine from it. His black hair absorbs 99% of all visible light to the point it's unbelievable. Because of it, the people in the kingdom ended up calling him as the only person in the royal family history to have a 'VantaBlack'** hair. It's ridiculous.
'No wonder he killed my father so easily to be the emperor.' he thought darkly.
It's not something new but it's a well known fact that his uncle Samael, sits on a bloody throne. One day, he just massacred the entire Erebus royal family out of nowhere, sparing only his older brother, Anastacius, and him. He also slaughtered all of his concubines in the Emerald palace leaving just the maids to tend there. Nobody knows exactly why he did what he did, people only just label it as him going mentally insane. That's why The Great Elders and The Grand Council** are so extremely afraid of him. He can kill them in a flash.
Now, they're the last remaining Erebus in the world—
Anastacius smooth voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Uncle, Is King Orochi coming?"
"I suppose he is." He replied nonchalantly.
Samuel scanned the place with his half lidded eyes.
"He's not here."
"This is unacceptable. We can't afford to delay my induction. Let's proceed uncle." Anastacius said sharply.
Athan scoffed.
"I'm glad he's not here. He's been way too obsessive over us. Matter in fact, King Orochi had been too quiet for more than 5 years. It's suspicious."
Anastacius nodded.
"I couldn't agree more. Him coming here all of a sudden is something to be wary about."
Samael smirked.
"If he does something foolish. I'll kill him before he can even lift a finger to all of you."
Two pairs of red eyes widen in surprise.
A rich rumbling chuckle surfaced from him.
"You all are my nephews. Do you think I will let a mere insignificant snake touch you?"
Samael turned his head towards the announcer and eyed him, signaling him that he's prepared to make a declaration. The announcer nodded his head.
"Enough with the chit chat. Let us be done and announce Anastacius as my heir. I want to hurry up and return to my bed chamber to rest."
With that, the announcer rang the bell. He then cleared his throat and shouted in a loud voice.
"The emperor wishes to speak."
All of the audience stopped whatever they're doing and turn their full undivided attention to the Emperor.
Samael rose to his feet and said grandly,
"I thank you all for attending the Grand Banquet today in regards to my nephew's ceremony. This day is a special day. All must bear witness that my nephew..."
He move his right arm to his right and with an open-palm pointed to Anastacius. Quickly, Anastacius gracefully stood before the people.
Samael continued,
"...Anastacius Ex Erebus de Asteria; shall be The Crown Prince of the Asterian Empire!"
All of the people cheered, clapped and raised their glasses.
"May the Crown Prince reach Niflheim** and the great beyond!"
After Samael sat on the chair, his frigid crimson eyes stared at The Pope that sat couple of feet below him on his right. The Pope is wearing dark robes that contrast his braided yellow hair in which it reaches his rib cage on his left side. He also has jaw-length bangs framing either side of his well proportioned face with ocean blue eyes. Once The Pope met his stare, he flinched.
"Lucian, go ahead and crown him."
The Pope rises on his feet with the crown on his hand and slowly went to where Anastacius stood. He then put the crown on his head as Anastacius bowed.
"Congratulations your highness! May the blessings and prosperity of the Asterian Empire always be with you."
"Thank you, your holiness, Lucian"
As The Pope sat back to his chair, Samael didn't take off his eyes on him and contemplated,
'Lucian Alaunus**. He's aggravating. He's the one who suggest to announce to the public about naming a heir. Out of all the things he could have worked on, he prioritize Anastacius succession by forcing me to pick. By choosing him, the faction is split. Does he think that I will step down soon? Just because he's the Pope of Church, he wants to rule the empire by making my nephew as the puppet? How absurd!'
Anastacius continued to stand and face the audience. Now with a Crown on his head, he declared,
"Once again, it is my greatest gratitude that everyone is gathered here to congratulate my coronation. Please! Enjoy today's party, drink happily to your heart's content and relish!"
One by one, the nobles bowed and started giving their gifts to the Crown Prince. Samael removed his stare from The Pope and instead, landed on Anastacius.
'I don't really need an heir. I can just kill him off if he gets too meddlesome. I'm the only one fit to be King.'
He smirked when he saw his other nephew, Athan, on his left, scowling.
"Enjoying, my nephew?"
"Shut up, Uncle. Don't make it worse."
"Be happy, Athan."
Athan abashed, raises his one well arched brow.
"What the hell are you—"
"You're lucky I didn't kill you before. Your precious older brother begged for you to be spared. How unfortunate..." Samael taunted.
Outraged, Athan is about to stand and give him a piece of what he can do when Kurthnaga stop him by putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Your grace. There's people looking."
Athan turn his head, and indeed there's people looking at him. Criticizing eyes watching, scrutinzing. As if the people wanted him to make a mistake. He can only grit his teeth and clench his hands tightly to the point it drew blood.
"Weak."
Athan glared.
"Disappointing...just like your father."
He glared harder.
Anastacius watching them, intercepted;
"Uncle, Don't provoke him."
Samael stared coldly at Athan, shadows cast over his bloody crimson eyes from his bangs, almost glowing.
"..."
Athan felt chills down his spine, his uncle's overwhelming presence bearing down at him. It's so intense that he couldn't breathe. If only he can kill him. His father would be proud.
Suddenly, the front door of the Ruby Palace opened. The people stopped and stared when an emissary appeared.
"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. We apologize for our lateness, but the King of Ophion** will make—"
Samael cut him off with his frigid voice.
"It seems Your King lacks in discipline. Shall I kill you as a repayment?"
"Y-Y-Your Majesty we ca—"
"Where's your king? I don't have any patience."
Behind him, Samael's Laguz dragon roared. The shaking emissary got to his knees, bowing.
"F-f-forg-g-give me. B-b-but our King—"
Samael rose from his throne, his blood lust spiking the entire palace making the people, both Beorc and Laguz alike, cowered in fear.
"Are you deaf? Did you not just hear me? Where is that pitiful vermin?"
A voice cut in.
"Easy Your Majesty. I am here."
Cold red glare met yellow snake-like eyes.
"What brings you here King Orochi? Unannounced and late in fact?"
King Orochi with his yellow snake-like eyes, violet elbow-length hair, and his sickly blue tinted pasty skin; stepped forward. His eyes landed on Anastacius and then grinned creepily.
Bowing he said,
"Why, of course, I'm here on behalf of Crown Prince Anastacius. To congratulate him, Your majesty, Emperor Samael."
"Don't play with me. Orochi. State your affairs and be done with." Samael said scornfully.
"You are not welcome here." Athan added
"And why is that? From what I can see, each Kingdoms are here to acknowledge the Crown Prince?"
The Four Kings representing each of their country stiffen.
"King Orochi of Ophion. Not all are here..." King Nereus spoke from the left side of the table. He has blue hair and sky blue eyes. He's wearing clothing representing the country of Anapos** that mainly associate itself with the element of water.
Orochi look at the sight before him. He observes that the left side of the table, below the emperor, sat two kings: King Nereus of Anapos and King Vayu of Zephyrus**. Across from them, on the right table sat another two kings: King Vulcan of Kresnik** and King Sarrama of Nerthus**.
He laugh and mocked,
"Oh forgive me. I misunderstood. I suppose the vassals are here. Not Kings."
Bang!
The right table shook with force. A bulky man with sandy hair and brown eyes stood. He's wearing clothing representing the country of Nerthus that associate itself with the element of earth. His face has a scar horizontally on his nose.
"I will not tolerate this impudence!" King Sarrama hissed.
"You're in front of his majesty Sarrama." A pine colored hair man in a pony tail spoke. His jade eye filled with annoyance. Like the two kings, this man is wearing clothing representing the country of Zephyrus which associates itself with the element of wind. His name is King Vayu.
"Vayu don't stop him, he's right. Insulting us like this...Is he asking for death? I shall burn his puny country of Ophion to ashes!" King Vulcan growled, his burgundy colored hair and wine red eyes seems to blaze with the amount of intensity. His clothing represents the country of Kresnik that's known for using the element of fire.
"Enough!" Samael raged.
"This foolishness is obstreperous! I will kill you all if you don't stop at once!"
Silence ensued.
Samael looking down upon King Orochi, full of disdain, creating shadows over his bangs. Crimson red eyes violently glowing. With a flat cold voice, he said,
"Orochi! I will give you five seconds to explain yourself. Or else, your head will be rolling on the floor."
Orochi trembled,
"Mercy, Your Majesty!"
"One.."
"I am h-here to pay my h-homage to The C-crown Prince—"
"..Two.."
"T-the most f-finest gift—"
"..Three.."
"A-a gift nobody in the e-entire world h-has—"
"Four—"
Samael raises his hand, on the open palm, a red orb appeared and then burst into a red transmutation circle alchemy symbol.
Orochi eyes widen, then fell on his knees
"Your Maje—"
A sound of wailing appeared and then black light shoot out of the alchemy circle, zooming straight to Orochi.
Feeling the incoming black light. Orochi close his eyes, and yelled in fear,
" A HERON!"
The black light stopped just few inches away in front of him.
Samael tilted his head to the side, his handsome face laced with curiosity.
"...A heron..?"
"Yes. A heron." Orochi repeated.
After that exclamation, the room exploded with disbelief and shock. Specially the Laguz. Nobles around the room started bustling with excitement.
Anastacius eyes widen, suprised; meanwhile Almedha whispered 'No..'
"It can't be.."
"Aren't they supposed to be an extinct species?" King Vayu murmured.
Sarrama huffed and sat back down to his chair and said,
"They haven't been seen or heard of for hundreds of years.."
King Nereus shake his head in sadness,
"Those beautiful souls...hunted.."
Athan who's seating a few feet away above King Nereus on the left side, asked,
"What's a Heron? I never heard of that word before."
King Vulcan crossed his arm and answered him.
"A Heron is extinct species of the Laguz race. From what my ancestors told me, they're considered as a legendary holy beings among the Laguz. They're loved and cherished by them. Before the Great Purge, they're already considered as an endangered species due to us poaching them nonstop. Then during and after the Great Purge, it got worse. They're were hunted down and slaughtered to extinction... After hundreds of years, they became a myth to both the Beorc and the Laguz race even though a very small portion still believes that they exist."
"I see..."
He scoffed,
"I feel bad for that heron who got captured by the snake... the pitiful heron must have been caged in solitude.. IF he does have a heron. For all we know he could be lying to us."
Samael dissipated the black light in front of King Orochi.
"Elaborate" he demanded.
Orochi stood up to compose himself and explained.
"As you know, The Kingdom of Ophion that I control lies in the middle of the three out of the six other kingdoms that Your Majesty still haven't control; with the exception of mines that I made an allegiance to, 10 years ago. Those three are: The North Kingdom of Beira**, The North Western Kingdom of Medeina**, and lastly The Fallen Holy North Eastern Kingdom of Aurora**."
Samael's eye twitched.
Right now he control all the central part of the country and some part of the south. That's why the
three central kingdoms: Nerthus, Zephyrus, and Anapos are his, including the south country kingdom of Kresnik. Right now, all of those merge into his existing empire: Asteria. At such, Asteria became the biggest empire in the whole world. With the kingdom of Ophion becoming his annexed territory in the north country, it's easier for him to set up military bases and take over the two remaining kingdoms in the north country: Beira and Medeina.
Aurora Kingdom on the other hand is a fallen holy kingdom. There's nothing there but ancient ruins and vegetated wasteland. He can ignore those.
The southern country has the same situation. Since The Kingdom of Kresnik is part of the Asteria Emprire now, he can also send his naval ships and military station over there in order to take over the remaining kingdoms in the southern country: The South Eastern Kingdom of Leishen** and The South Western Kingdom of Hephaes**.
'..I'm close. One day, I will unite all of the kingdoms in under one control.' Samael mused.
Orochi continued his explanation,
"...15 years ago, I dispatched my army for reconnaissance around the border of the Fallen Holy Kingdom of Aurora. I received intel from a private source that there's an unusual activity going on inside the Fallen Holy Kingdom of Aurora. More specifically in the Serenes Forest**. Once we arrived, we were unprepared of what lies before us. It was shocking. We found a massive mana sphere and two uncommon blue dragon tribe Laguz in full form, protecting the sphere. We barely manage to subjugate the two blue dragon** but overall we won the battle."
When Orochi mention blue dragons, Almedha and Kurthnaga immediately exchange glances. Both of their of faces has the look of concern.
The black dragon, Rajaion, behind the throne, rises, and growl in response. The chains clanking on each other.
Orochi eyed the black dragon, Rajaion, carefully,
"Unfortunately, The two blue dragons eventually escape the skirmish in last minute. We tried to go after them but it's already too late. Overall, we were left with the massive mana sphere. I went to observe the mana sphere, and it was pulsating as if its alive. I notice there's already a crack forming in the middle. I made an assumption that there's something inside of the mana sphere that's about to be released. I, then, called my other three best alchemists and together with the four of us, we force to open the mana sphere. It was very difficult and exhausting. It finally took us a nonstop of three days to finish."
"And so?" Samael uttered apathetically.
"And so, your majesty! Inside the mana sphere. There's a heron!"
" I see... and this heron, you speak of. It will be your tribute to the Crown Prince's inauguration?"
Slowly, Orochi crack a ghoulish grin.
"Yes. Your Majesty."
"Do not lie to me Orochi. Bring the heron at once!"
Orochi put both of his hands together and bowed;
"Most certainly!"
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A/N: [[ From this point forward, please play the music soundtrack from the anime INUYASHA called "Kikyo's theme song FULL" on youtube. LISTEN for best reading experience. ]]
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Orochi turned his head towards his emissary,
"Let her in!"
Gilded double doors from the Ruby Palace slammed open once again and with a loud voice, the emissary announced,
"Enter her ladyship, the Royal Slave Zero!"
cling.
cling.
cling.
At first, the people heard the chains as the person moves. Next, they see a sparkling see-through dust surrounding the said person. Once it became clearer, the whole room is paralyze in wonder and awe. The person before them is so beautiful and heavenly divine, the people are mad what kind of cruel God made this being and hide it from them.
Such blasphemous creature not fit for this world!
Behold, in front of them, two stunning gigantic pure white wings flutter slowly. The ends of the white feathered wings gradually became transparent fairy-like with rainbow colors. The inner part of the wings are tinted with coral and gold while the outer wing part is pure white. Each beat of the wings produces a glitter effect. The person's wings are bigger than all of the different Bird tribe Laguz attending in the Banquet on their half-beorc, half-laguz form.
Attached to those magnificent wings is a goddess incarnate. Skin flawless and fair as snow, marble white, with a texture a million times smoother than human skin. Her skin shimmering like diamonds under the light. Her height stood around 5 foot 8, with well endowed plump breasts, a small waist and curvaceous hips. She has a very long wavy hair that reaches the floor itself, to the point it drags; with shoulder length bangs on either side of her bewitching face. The color of her hair has four colored ombré effect starting with pearl white on the roots that turns into silver, then platinum blonde and finally pastel pink. That exotic hair is combined with rose gold balayage highlights. The entire hair seems to have pearlescent shine to it and gracefully moving like its on underwater.
She wears a revealing white ancient-greek clothing that shows skin. Its a satin sleeveless backless dress that cross over the front with cut out sides. The bottom part of the dress is a dual thigh high side slits pinned by a jewelry on each side that shows her well-defined thighs and long legs. Around her arms has a scarf-like long drapery.
On the middle of her forehead is a ruby diamond, surrounding with gold markings. Her cherry colored lips were plump and smooth as a dewy fresh fruit. Her small ears are elf-like. She has thick long white eyelashes tipped with pink color that cast a shadow over her alluring jeweled neon green eyes. Her eyes seems to change in different shades of green, most of them are bright, making them almost fairy-tale like and otherworldly. And the most extraordinary of all instead of a normal black pupil that the entire world has, she has: amber gold pupils.
The people can only thought of one thing:
'A living goddess!'
Barefooted with a thick boho anklet bracelets on each foot that has bells attached on it; it rings while
she goes on the middle of the banquet. Her gold choker different from everybody else. It's embedded with red colored jewels and intricate black design for an outline. The script is a Victorian old english gothic font in which a name is etched:
'Alexandria'
Slave #00
Once she stop at the middle of the room. Everyone is dead silent. Not even a drop of needle can be heard.
A soft, sweet, lyrical voice came out of her plump lips;
"I am called Alexandria. The Crown Princess and the last survivor of The Heron tribe Laguz."
After she said that, the silence still stretches for another minute or two, but to her, it seems like eternity.
Finally, Samael, The Emperor of the Asterian Empire, moved.
With the proud grace that only a king can do, he went across the room. Sinister deep crimson red eyes gleamed ecstatically. Once in front of the Heron, he brought his long fingers on her right cheek contrasting against her porcelain shimmering white skin.
A flash of recognized fear and terror appeared on her lovely face.
He sinfully smirk;
"You've changed."
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"Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them."
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper
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[~•SACRIFICE: MEMOIRS OF A MARTY•~]
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Fin.