George did away with his puppet, entering the city. There was a feel in the atmosphere he was disgusted with, and it was… Order? He wondered what had happened in this place… How long had it been?
George walked forward. No one seemed to recognise him. Al'Hazrel managed a calm front as they both walked together, seemingly more composed than earlier for some unknown reason.
After walking for a while, George stopped.
He noticed that the humans, they were happy. There was no chaos amongst their ranks, and they seemed to be coexisting with the humans for some reason. He frowned at this, his gaze had the coldest gleam in his eyes.
[Host, please be assured that this is none of your business].
George rolled his eyes.
Of course, this was his business! He practically owned this place. How much time had passed in their time spent in the heavens… Months? Years? Centuries? He failed to grasp it.
'Not like I care… much…'
But, in such a scenario the benefits of creating chaos gave much more benefits in comparison to the world he was used to. The warping of all this peace and order into his element would yield extremely great rewards to him.
His eyes flickered as he laughed, "Huhu!"
After some time, he began to put his plan into motion. Circling around the city with Al'Hazrel following closely behind him, drawing a magic circle on the ground with his feet. The circle shone in a soft bright lustre, barely noticeable to the average mortal eye.
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"Okay, that should be enough." George nodded his head, then he turned to Al'Hazrel, dragging her with him as he made his way towards the castle. At least where he remembered it used to be in the past.
"Why do I have to follow…?" Al'Hazrel protested furiously all of a sudden, resisting as George dragged her by the arm. She nearly bit him, but the recent events kept her in check.
"Because I would be stupid to let you stay here!" George pulled her effortlessly.
Allowing a [Demonic Angel] to stay here with all these mortals would only spell stupidity for a man like himself. These wastes deserve to be bound in chains and cast into the sea! Or molten lava, whatever floats his boat perhaps…
They dragged their feet to the castle, which George noticed to be heavily renovated. He shook his head and led Al'Hazrel further into the castle. He kicked open the unlocked gates and moved in with Al'Hazrel still struggling fiercely.
He stopped when he noticed the troop of guards inside, and Al'Hazrel followed suit.
"What business do you have here, civilian?" One of the guards, draped in red overalls with his sturdy looking armour painted in an accented purple and black. He held a shield and spear in both arms, likewise the other guards.
"Me, I want to see Violet. Is she inside?" George dropped Al'Hazrel like a dead fly, dusting both palms as he divulged his honest thoughts to the guards. He was cold, and calm.
"Queen Violet is indeed within the castle. Although, civilians like you are not allowed to set their filthy gaze upon such an esteemed royal…" The guard maintained a polite smile, "Please, it would be best you turn around and leave."
George was unfazed. This was all the usual,
"I am shocked you refer that brat as such, but I have little time for games. It would be best all of you step back, and let me have an audience with your queen."
Instead of obeying, they all pointed their spears in his direction.
He was still calm, sighing as he drew out his sword. He decided to kill less this time, as all the guards were merely doing their job. Well, sadly for them it meant hindering his.
Like blurs of lightening, they all rushed forward from various directions.
George transformed into a flicker, countering stabbing spears as he maintained his position. A rough calculation being made in his mind as he slammed his feet on the ground, then made a quick spin: rotating his sword horizontally, slicing shields like butter.
Seeing this, everyone was shocked!
Instead of backing down, their movements only improved. In response, George got fiercer with his attacks. Decapitating those foolish enough to get close enough to him, and leaving many others with their weapons destroyed.
Soon, their attacks came to a slow and steady halt.
A few were dead, whilst the majority were rendered unable to fight back any longer. With most having broken weapons, or severed limbs. George just observed them calmly, his eyes gleaming.
Seeing that no one was going to further the attacks, he went back to pick Al'Hazrel up by the neck and drag her into the castle. The guards inside the castle were quickly dealt with by George, and he did not bother revealing any technique to them.
He traced the familiar aura to the top of the castle, behind a massive door coated in black and silver. He raised his leg, and then he kicked the door down, sending it tumbling further into the room and coming to a halt before the throne sitting at the far end.
George stepped in boldly, Al'Hazrel secured in his grasp.
Swords pointed at him from all directions, but he ignored them. His gaze focused ahead, the soft gleam on familiarity appearing in his eyes as he forced a polite smile.
A young woman sat on the throne, her chin rested on her palm. Her eyes gleamed in a purple light, matching the colour of her hair. She locked eyes with George for a split second, then a smirk formed on her face: growing into a wide, bare fanged grin that stunned everyone else.
"My queen… is something the matter?" One of the men in the room pointed out, hiding behind a guard as he observed the grinning queen and the newcomer terrorist. He was quite old, and did not want to go down in such a scenario. It was best to access the situation before actions.
They were in an important meeting before he barged in, and a few powerhouses and important entities were here to discuss it. A single slip up would lead to a battle the regulars here would not survive. The clash of auras from warm ups was more than enough to do anyone in instantly!
Even the guards were sceptical, their blades remained raised but their gaze questioning.
Violet straightened her stance, standing to her feet with the grin on her face, "I cannot believe it took so long before I saw you again, brother… I am glad that you lived, and wish you had died."
George shrugged.
Everyone else was stumped, their jaws dropping to the floor. Not many knew she had a living brother, while the others who knew were shocked by his sudden return. Not many recognised his face in the slightest, but they read history at least.
"Please, enlighten me… Violet." George smiled lovingly, like the sweetest demon to exist. Then, his gaze turned as cold as ice, "What the fuck did you do to my Castle?"