The king who ruled over these lands was a gluttonous fat bastard with a strange habit of wanting to kill everyone who didn't want live under his rule. I present to you Fantasy Hitler but it's not Hitler. The king had the respectable name 'King Archibald the Third'. He definitely wasn't made fun of for the name Archibald as a child.
"Wh-who are you?! Who do you think you are, breaching my throne room!?" The king yelled out in anger, as he didn't know who the hell Aaron was. "What the hell are you, monster?!"
Aaron's pink smile grew larger, as he prepared his little speech for how he was going to take over for the King. "Well, I'm going to take over this castle, peacefully or not, and then I'm going to use it as a base." Aaron explained, keeping any truly important details safe. "What do you mean base?! This is not a child's play area! This is for royalty! You have no right to be here, Monster! Leave our presence!" The king yelled, his face finally beginning to turn red.
'Oh, this makes me feel happiness. He thinks he could actually tell me what to do? Oh, how enjoyable!' Aaron thought to himself. He began to laugh out loud, as the King's face grew redder and redder. The Queen was being smart about this, and was silently hoping for the King to be killed. She disliked him greatly, but couldn't divorce him, as he had forced a law upon the kingdom that royalty and nobles could not divorce. The king was originally the heir for another kingdom, and then an arranged marriage was set up between Archibald and The Queen. She wasn't happy about that, but she had no choice, as at the time, she wasn't the Queen, and couldn't do anything about it. Kings had higher influence than Queens, so she also couldn't overturn the law.
"So, I guess we have to go the non-peaceful way of me taking over this castle? Well, I actually preferred this was!" Aaron responded, as his eyes started to glow neon pink. He didn't know what he was doing, but he had a feeling it would be cool. He could feel energy building up behind his eyes, and so, after about three seconds, he let the energy fly out, and two thin beams of corruption went flying out of his eyes, and struck the King in his stomach. The thin beams kept on shooting from his eyes, almost like laser pointers, and so he started carving into the King's body like it was a piece of paper, while the King screamed his head off, feeling his flesh melt away, as his began to bleed out profusely from his wounds. Aaron had finished carving his first letter, and the King had already fallen unconscious of the pain. 'Oh, this is quite enjoyable! This king is so weak that he's already unconscious! I really can't believe it! I thought everybody would be stronger outside of the city!' Aaron thought to himself, with his misguided line of thought.
'Yera, it's because of people like him. I bet you he didn't even notice that half of his guards are dead. HE, the fucking KING, doesn't notice when his own soldiers die. People like this are a reason the world must be destroyed.'
'I never said I wasn't! He didn't even notice, and one of them died in THIS VERY ROOM!'
In the corner of the room, in the Kings line of sight, there was a female soldier, dead on the ground, almost like a useless mannequin, dressed up in a suit of armour. It was almost saddening to see how little people cared about their OWN planet. Like pollution on his old planet, Earth. A lot of people didn't care at all that what they were doing was going to get them killed in fifty to a hundred years. They were so focused on right then that it didn't matter to them. They'd rather give up their lives than their way of life.
Aaron finally finished carving all of the letters onto the King's body, and those letters read out the word 'FAT'. Comedy.
"Very juvenile sense of humour you have there, monster." The Queen commented, trying to see how deep the waters were, as the saying goes. "Well, I do have the body of a child. And plus, it's the truth." Aaron responded, not bothered at all by her comment. He could not care less. He was just laughing in his mind that the words were written in the King's own blood. He didn't care about all the wasted blood right now. He just wondered if the man was dead. He went and placed his clawed finger on the King's neck, and felt a pulse. "Oh, that's no good. Well, just have to finish the job." Aaron said to himself, stabbing his black clawed fingers into the King's neck while he was unconscious, killing him in a peaceful way. He already caused enough pain to him. He wouldn't be so lucky if he was actually resistant to being unconscious.
The guards who were in the room were both confused and absolutely horrified. Some man in a child's body just came here and killed the king, while carving the word 'FAT' on his stomach. They didn't know how to react, but they shook off all of their normal feelings and tried to attack Aaron. Too bad for them. That was their last moment alive.
Aaron emitted a dark blue aura, as it expanded beyond his one body, forcing the rushed soldiers into something like a wall. It rebounded against them, sending them crashing into the walls of the throne room, causing many cracks and breaks, but then Aaron used his Boundless Telekinesis to gather them into a group. Once they were huddled together, he used hsi Boundless Telekinesis again to reduce the oxygen in a small area around them to zero, causing them to asphyxiate. Such a cruel way to go.
Aaron then looked towards the queen, with a large pink smile on his face. "Now, how should I deal with you, Queenie?"