Youden was barely awake through the rest of the international concerns for the last few days. Most of them were against minor conflicts and trade disputes due to sectors of land, but none of them mattered. He voted among options that resulted between the nations, to which he thought what would be best in his favor. However, as the final day concluded, he voted on the final subject, between a gold resource between two pitiful nations. He didn't care between them, as Eriwan began to return to the podium.
"With that final issue resolved, I would like to thank every nation for participating within the conference. Thank you Fuishem, for greeting us into your sovereignty, and that next year's conference in Nikao shall be as rewarding as this one. Concluding this, may you all return safely towards your people, and allow for peace for years to come!" Eriwan made a quick statement.
With that, the crowd roared with approval, as Youden shuffled out of the room among other people. Even though it took that woman several minutes to finally sign that paper, nothing mattered. He was going to make every nation against him pay, starting with Eriwan's himself. Alas though, he finally had gotten out of the lobby and out into the fresh air. It was unfortunately nighttime, as so most of the days ended as so, with a long line of mostly carriages, but an occasional carr within here and there. As he continued down the cobblestone sidewalk, he could hear quick clicking moving towards his way. He didn't bother turning around, as Youden could see his designated chauffeur only a few meters away.
"Youden, wait!" a voice cried out behind him.
Stopping in his tracks, he didn't even turn around, as he felt someone grab his hand. Oh great, he knew, time to prepare for the least expected, as he did nothing.
"Youden, you almost forgot to say goodbye. Come on." the woman's voice continued to whimper.
"Neikoya, or whatever your actual name is, I'm well aware this isn't your true or actual power. So let's stop playing around and take this somewhere else if we must."
"Gladly." her voice tone changed, a bit more menacingly.
Youden waved to his driver, letting him know he'll be back in a few moments. Finally turning around, he could note the woman stopped smiling at him, as she grasped him tighter.
"You can let go." Youden tried swatting her off, although she still clung onto him tightly.
"We aren't done yet." as she began pulling him, and he didn't fight back as she quickly dragged him into a small alley, where they were clear of passersby.
Once she stopped him, she quickly looked around, before attempting to push him into the wall. Youden didn't even budge, and just started laughing. This had to be some type of joke.
"Are you serious, like, I can't truly believe that you wanted me. Where is the effort, intimidation, the impact? This is pathetic." Youden grinned.
"All I asked was that you join us." she cackled back, "But you refused. So now I'm going to show why we're an actual threat."
Youden just stood there casually, as the woman backed away, holding her hands out. This should be the real deal, Youden continued to grin, as he noted dust beginning to fall off the walls. He didn't feel anything wrong, as he began to walk away, clearly not pleased. Instantly, he felt a much deeper pain on his back, as bits of the wall began to crash down onto the ground.
"Like my gravity?" Neikoya laughed, noting the struggle occurring between Youden.
"I've been through worse." Youden managed to shoot back, as he continued onward, although a bit slower.
He could hear her approaching him, although he was so close to the alley opening.
"I don't think so." Neikoya got in front of him, him gasping for strength.
Youden struggled to put his hand up, as she simply touched him. Blood quickly shot through his nose, as the pain worsened severely. He couldn't even stumble back, as his body shifted downwards, cracking several inches of sidewalk. He could feel himself wanting to go to sleep, and meet death itself.
"Just say you'll join us, and all of this can go away." she laughed in his face, in clear pain.
"Damn you!" Youden cried out, as he began gritting his teeth.
"Well, I guess you will die, just like your nation then." She kissed his check, before turning the other way.
Youden closed his eyes, as he forced a deep breath, hearing his bones crackle from the pressure. This bitch was going to pay, and paying with blood. Knowing he couldn't hold back, he could feel the power seep through him, as the pain began to alleviate from his back.
"It's really sad that it had to come to this." Youden cried out, to see the woman turn around to look at him, in shock.
Straightening himself, Neikoya watched as Youden was surrounded by a dark aura, although it was darker than black itself, and not a sign of white in his eyes.
"Look what you have done." Youden began to march towards her, each step creating cracks within the ground.
"But-, but-, but how!" she stepped back, looking to see how far she needed to move out of the alley.
"Because," Youden finally reached her, as he grabbed her neck. "I don't play with these petty games. Thanks for signing that treaty, and I won't attack your shitty pact, for now. Just be ready for when the time comes."
With those words, he launched her back into the alley, as she skidded across the ground. Turning ahead, he left the alley, before he dissipated his aura from the area. Seeing his carr, he got inside before one of his servants could have even opened the door from him.
"Sir, are you okay?" the driver cried out from the sight. "You're bleeding."
"I'm great. It's time to go back home now." Youden laughed, as if nothing had just happened, as he wiped his nose. "Just be ready, because the world is going to be done with messing with Yodenia. The new order of this world will begin soon, and I'm taking every nation down. With a world war of this magnitude, I will have no regrets."
With those words, the driver just gulped, as he gassed past the carriages still in line, before continuing towards the airport. He knew when Youden made a threat or promise, he would not be lying, and if he didn't prepare now, he would be a casualty among thousands, or even millions.