Darkous launched through the doors of the throne room, his smile menacing as the residing demon inside his soul moved towards the surface. Screaming to be unleashed, as people screamed and scurried away from him.
"Hello, brother." Darkous taunted, as his men moved in alongside him.
Michael and Darren stood by his side Darkous' smile increased, there was nothing like spilling the blood of family when you had your best drinking partners beside you.
Darkous scanned the room, his eyes locking solely on one young immortal. Her violet eyes glued to his in both curiosity and fear, something screaming at him from the distance. Something that made him laugh, and yet also made him proud. The girl was the youngest of Atlas' children, the one who's birthday he had so nicely gate crashed.
She was short, shorter than anyone else in the room. He guessed her to be around 5 foot 2, like an overgrown dwarf. A cute overgrown dwarf, her long muddy brown hair resting in neat piles on the floor. Surely this girl was in need of a haircut, Darkous laughed silently, maybe I should help with that.
Her stance and appearance was lady like but her mind was both rebellious and really quite mad. Her long black gown residing on the floor along with her hair, her curves barely noticeable in the overpowering dress.
She turned to look over at her father, his red eyes ignorant and dull. Atlas stared towards the psychopathic lord, his stance changing into something defensive.
His bastard brother had moulded himself to look like a king, but he neither resembled nor practiced the fair and just traits of a ruler. The young princess' eyes turned back to Darkous for only a second before turning her head towards her brothers, their stances also defensive.
The girl had no idea what was happening, her mind racing over what she should do. Her mind was clear that she knew self defence, but she was doubtful of its usefulness in this situation.
The psychopathic lord's smile intensified, suddenly deciding to test a theory. "Must be hard to find dwarf like clothing in a place like this." Darkous laughed, sending the mental message straight into Elika's thought pattern.
The shock that resisted in her violet eyes was enough to inform Darkous that his suspicion was true; she was indeed the new voice inside his head. She had found her way into his mind only minutes ago, but her fear had prevented her from telling his bastard brother of Darkous' arrival.
"Come now girl, aren't you going to talk to your favourite uncle?" He mentally asked, bombarding her head with heinous laughter.
The little princess cowered slightly, moving to stand beside her brothers. Both Atlas and his sons watched in confusion, clearly unaware of her ability. "I..." She stuttered slowly, her barely audible within the psychopathic lord's mind.
"Awe, the little princess has no words." Darkous laughed, informing the room of some secret conversation.
Atlas turned furiously towards Elika, clearly aware that they had somehow mentally communicated. His red eyes seemed to rip directly into the girl's soul, her small frame shaking slightly in response.
"It seems as though the princess has received her power." Atlas viciously informed the room, turning away from the girl and facing the masses of people gathered.
Darkous watched as fear registered on the young princess's face, her eyes scanning the angry faces of all those gathered. She had clearly believed she would receive a gift from either her mother or father, not the psychopathic lord.
"Come now brother, the kid has no say in which gift she receives. It is completely by chance that she gained the power of her most beloved uncle." Darkous bellowed, his voice radiating humour.
"Like hell you're the most beloved uncle." Peter exclaimed, his voice disgusted and full of hate.
"Ah ... My favourite nephew ... Aren't you just a treat? All sunshine and rainbows." Darkous chuckled, turning towards the eldest son.
The first born son had jet black combat cut hair, a hand-crafted long sword gripped tightly in his right hand. The boy was wearing a black suit, clearly dressed for the occasion. His emerald eyes piercing as he stood a few inches taller than the psychopathic lord.
"Fuck you!" Peter bellowed, fury radiating from his eyes as they continued to glare over at Darkous.
"Now that my friend, would be classed as incest." Michael piped up, humour coating his expression.
Darkous laughed, for once having no reply to what his comrade had said.
He adjusted his black hat slightly, pulling on the collar of his black trench coat. Peter's face registered only fear as he rushed the lieutenant. Seconds before Peter reached his target, Darkous smiled.
The sudden sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the throne room as a bullet just missed the bridge of Peter's nose, sending him crashing to the ground with shock.
"That was a warning shot." Darkous stated vilely, informing all those present that there was in fact a sniper, watching their every move.
Peter jumped to his feet, obviously still enraged. "You bastard! What do you want?!" he screamed, much like a child who had lost his favourite toy.
Darkous chuckled, though the demon inside him was slowly moulding his mood back to anger. "Now is that any way to treat your elders Peter? I am simply here to wish my niece a happy birthday."
"Thank you, uncle." Elika interrupted, the princess finally finding its voice. "But, I think it would be wise for you to leave."
"Can't we stay, I do love to dance." Darren interrupted, his voice seeming carefree.
"I believe that you have overstayed your welcome, brother." Atlas snarled lightly, his tone flat and uncaring.
"Oh really, my heart bleeds for you. No wait, I don't really give a fuck about you." Darkous' face turned blank suddenly, his voice becoming menacing.
The room abruptly erupted into chaos as Darkous gave the signal; it was finally time to shed some blood on the event.