A/N: The chapter ahead is raw, which means not been proofread yet nor edited.
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"Hell naw. There she goes. You handle that, Dad," Lord Spike grunted when he searched for his sister on their sides just to find her standing in front of Sun like a goon.
Lady Elektra popped her knuckles as she scan Sun's entire being with her arching brow.
"Get your daughter. That's your daughter," the Grand Duke told the Grand Duchess who's clapping her hands.
"Wooh, go, Elektra! Pull her hair! Just punch her guts out! Do it!" The mother cheered instead. She ignored the weird and unbelieving looks she got from the people around her.
Lady Elektra only smirked and gave her mother a salute before spitting her gum on Sun's dress.
"Let's be for real right now. Confess while we're still willing to forgive you," she insisted with a neutral expression on her face.
Sun's straight face looked down and saw the gum on her dress. She tore the dirty part of her dress and slapped the gum right on Lady Elektra's face, shocking everyone.
The Grand Duchess fell into silence because of what she have witnessed.
Lady Elektra scoffed and ran her fingers through her hair.
"Nice. Didn't know you got that bitch energy in you. Was your self-righteousness hurt? Or did my brother mopped you so hard that you've decided to stay dirty as is?"
Sun only glared at her and walked past her, bumping against her shoulder intentionally.
Lady Elektra followed her and pulled Sun back by the arm. The moment she turned around, her fist landed on her pretty face. As though it wasn't enough, she grabbed Sun by her head and slammed it against the pavement. Her knight immediately pulled out his sword, but he was so slow that he received the same fist.
Empress Siofra lost her balance from everything that's happening. Her husband, on the other hand, drew his sword as well and threw it towards the Lady. It didn't matter anymore if she's a Xirquit. He will deal with the consequences later if she will end up dead. She made the first provocation. Sun is innocent.
Surprisingly, Excalibur stopped mid-air.
They heard light footsteps coming, with her every step leaving frozen snowflake trails on the floor.
Skadi Eira stopped in front of the word's tip. She pressed her finger on it. Excalibur is so sharp that a gentle touch wounded her.
"How could you easily throw and swing this sword around like it's nothing?" she wondered before watching her finger heal. She tasted her blood.
Everyone was frozen in their locations.
"Why did you chose him?" she asked the sword but it did not respond.
"This is none of your business, woman."
"Fuck you, retarded and mentally unstable motherfucker who can't tell which one is his seed and is only good in breeding his weak-as-fuck wife. What? Think Deities don't talk shit?"
King Liorei pressed his hands on his head, feeling problematic and regretful for no reason because she learned those words from him. She copied his knowledge.
King LIFE balled his fist, offended. Sun remained on the ground, controlling her storms inside, trying to bring their calm.
"Why meddle in our business, you old hag? Just go back where you belong before I bury you six feet underground. Wait, no, I'll kick your ass to Hell. No way you're from Heaven. Bitch."
Skadi Eira grinned.
"You should be the one to go back where you belong. Find your fucking ancestor and go back in his balls. And I'm standing right where I belong. This place was never been yours."
King LIFE gulped. He knows he's up against a Deity. However, no immortal stays immortal in front of a Veil.
"State your purpose. Why are you standing beside Moon? That thing is no daughter of mine."
"We're not friends. I won't tell you," Skadi Eira taunted, pushing more of his buttons.
She then walked around Excalibur, checking out its details. She knows this is not the first time she saw the sword, that's why she could tell that it has been modified or altered.
"Does having the ability to wield this piece of metal give you pride, authority, and power? Do you think you're all that, since you're the Knight?"
She looked at him from head to toe. "More like the horse, and your wife is your rider. You're probably the one who worn her out. What a beast. Sad to know that Orithyia's lineage produced nothing but...sluts."
And with that, blue glares shot through her. But instead of being wise and backing down, she chose to mock them more. Why would she be afraid of them? They're not on her level.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?"
King LIFE opened his hand, trying to call his sword but it won't heed.
"Ah, you're calling this thing?" She tapped her finger on Excalibur.
On the third tap, its steel cracked like ice and spread to both ends.
Their jaws dropped at the same time Excalibur's pieces fall one after another to the ground.
She became serious, holding her head up high and looked down on him.
"Don't think so lowly of me, Dragunovv. I'd be more than happy to see this world be infested with Veils once again. At the end of the day, it will be me you'd be begging to for salvation. Pathetic hypocrite. With your puny sword gone, what that makes of you? Who are you now without it? Just a simple Dragunovv, the illness of this lineage. Stud."
She stepped on Excalibur and even walked on it on her way out. Princess Lorreign ran to her with the best assistance by being bubbly and silly.
Just like that and it ignited Lady Elektra's interest. Her eyes were sparkling because of how cool the Deity is.
"I love her," she mumbled breathlessly as she watch Skadi Eira go where the Princess drags her to.
"You will regret this, Earthling," Sun said with the coldest tone she could pull before leaving the scene with her knight. The Lady ignored her, smitten about the Deity.
Prince Izaac gave his brothers a nod. Prince Davorin told his family to go back inside the Heart Palace before performing the Memory Rewriting ritual. A bright orb formed over his hand and he let it fly over their heads. Those who knew what it is for refused to look at it, while those who are fascinated by it had their memories about the ugly events rewritten. They need to control the damages that has been done before the people set it on fire. Only they with ranks would remember how the night wrapped up.
"I must go and rest, Mother, Father. It's been a long day," Princess Eowyne. Her servants gathered behind her and helped her get on her way to the Diamond Palace.
"This is gonna be fun! Can't wait for the next chapter! Hihihi!" Her twin sister, Princess Aeverie, cackled and followed.
Grand Duke Breuce nodded at his people, telling them to prepare to leave. His stares locked with the Earthlings and he gave them a meaningful smile.
"Quite the mess, Your Imperial Majesty. I hope this will be resolved sooner. I'm afraid it will be a strain to your not-so-good health. Well, I excuse ourselves."
They turn their backs on the Warlock-Dragunovvs without paying them respects through a bow. They passed them by in their high horses, excited and thrilled about the beginning of their downfall.
They may have shut the Ancient's mouths by altering their memories, but with Pure Nobilities's mouths unsealed, their peaceful future is impossible to be promised.
King Liorei stood beside his brother. He's just standing still, blankly staring at his sword that was shattered into pieces on the floor. It happened so fast and she did it effortlessly. The sword that's been accompanying the Knight and the Gods for ages has been destroyed. The sword that no one, not even Gods, could wield and swing, is into pieces.
"I'll get the papers tomorrow, so sign them neatly. I hope there will be no inconvenience," he reminded him and even tapped his brother's back.
The red lady flipped her hair, "I'll see you both around, then. This is such a waste of my time."
She wore her red-framed sunglasses and sashay her way out of the scene. Lord Thirdy saw her leaving and he hesitated whether he will follow her or not. He chose not to and sent her away through his gaze.
"Coward," Prince Maxigaufeas teased.
"Shut up. That's Givenchy Quince's mini-me. I don't even know how to handle the level of her sass. I should ask Sir Zane. But he's guarded when I'm around---argh! It's frustrating!"
Emperor Maxism tapped his shoulders while laughing, "Before you court her, court her parents first. Her type is the complicated type. The hardest to woo, especially if they are tied to their ambitions and goals. I wish you luck. Believe in yourself, my son. You will get the girl."
Lord Thirdy smiled with a sigh, "I hope so. Thank you, Uncle Dad."
"No prob, my son. Now, go. The adults will have a conversation. Damn. Didn't know our boy Watts had it in him. Brrr, I feel cold. That boy has gone cold."
The three hugged themselves.
"Right? I thought he's just a lamb. Brrr. I'm feeling scared." Prince Maxigaufeas got goosebumps.
"Bro upgraded to the max level. Damn, his face card is unbelievable! I think I'll come out as gay later. He's just too handsome!" Lord Thirdy.
They chuckled evilly.
"Same, son. Same. A Covry-Xirquit face card never decline. Just look at Ohms. That one's ethereal, don't you think?"
They all steal glances of the mentioned Lord who's scolding his pouty sister.
Of all the men in tuxedos, he's the only one wearing a coat. Standing six-foot-tall, his physique is lean, broad shoulders and strong. Adorned in a sleek black coat and a snug-fitting black turtleneck, he exudes an air of effortless sophistication, the epitome of refinement amidst the refined Nobles. A head-turner, a photocopy of his father the Grand Duke as they say. Piercing, dreamy eyes in the shades of deep blue, and lips that were often smirking if not shut. It's been his fashion sense ever since.
He made gestures using his hands hidden in leather gloves, and his three fanboys squirmed like ladies.
"Hmmp! How dare you scold me? I'm this family's only Princess! Mom, Ohmskrt is picking a fight with me again!"
The Lord massaged his neck.
"Spike, take her to our villa. Knock her out if you can. That thing is pissing me off."
Lord Spike nodded with a salute and brought a handkerchief out from his space storage.
"No! I don't want to! How dare you! I'll tell Mom---"
He locked his sister in his arm and placed the handkerchief on her face. The Lady fought back, overpowering her brother. So, Lord Ohms helped Lord Spike until the deed was done. The Lady has fallen asleep successfully.
"Wow. Really? Publicly? That's something only bad guys do." The Grand Duke couldn't believe what his sons did. He's sure that they raised them right in a healthy environment.
Lord Ohms rolled his eyes, "Like you never did it on Mom. Go ahead, Spike. I'm sick of handling that thing."
"Are you not going to ask me if I'm still happy being her brother?" Lord Spike grumbled and carried his sister on his shoulder like a sack.
"What---Why is she so heavy!?" He whined as he take her to their carriage.
The Grand Duke is so used to it.
"Let's go," the Grand Duchess said and lead the way to the Tower where their conversation will take place. She's giving off an ominous aura, and they rather not make silly jokes with her or they'll end up dead.
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Everyone settled down around the oval table. Empress Siofra is seated in the middle with her awfully silent husband standing beside her. On the other end is King Liorei. Behind him is Princess Lorreign. They left the Deity with Celia. And surprisingly, Wattroid is with them.
"Good day, my Master named me Wattroid. It is with pleasure to represent my Master during this discussion. Thank you for having me," he politely introduced, and they feel awkward about his uncanny resemblance to the Young Lord. He was sculpted after him and they feel terrible for they are having a hard time adjusting.
"My son... Is he doing well? Is he mad at us? How long?" The Grand Duchess shoot her chance. It is written all over her face that she's devastated. She couldn't bear that her baby hates her.
"I am still learning about human emotions. But based on my general observations, my Master hold resentment against everyone. His hatred for the Imperial Family is great, but for his family, I believe that giving him space and approaching him in the right time will help mend what was torn."
Grand Duchess Xerene slammed her hands against the table before covering her face.
"When is that 'right time'? This is pissing me off. I feel so betrayed. He fooled us. And you, you fooled us!"
Wattroid smiled kindly. And if only she could, she would tear his lips apart. Who she's seeing is her son and not some Droid and it's frustrating her more.
"Originally, I am simply my Master's disguise, like an armor an honorable knight wears. My Master have his own reasons and lots of secrets that even Wattroid doesn't know. But believe me, it is not my Master's intention to fool anyone. Master is very secretive. He will tell us when the right time comes."
Lord Ohms watched how his mother's tears fall to her lap. Her head is low, covering her face with her hands. Still, they know that she's crying. She gets way too emotional when it comes to their favorite family member.
His father observed him. The Lord may be the most nonchalant and unreadable among all, but those are what instills fear in people. His stares are empty as if he value nothing, like everything he sees are worthless. The only time they saw his face slightly contort in anger is when Prince Maxigaufeas pulled a prank on his youngest brother. The Young Lord got bruises and broke his ankle after the Prince pushed him down the stairs. They were young and loved playing but their play went too far.
The tiny Prince shivered in fear as he look up at the towering Lord over him, glaring at him with his burning cold, almond eyes. It was a scary encounter and Prince Maxigaufeas carried the trauma to this day. When he got older, he found out that the Lord hold grudges against people. His grudges even lived longer than them. That's why he could never talk to the Lord like they are friends. The Prince is very formal towards him.
"Stop crying, Mom. It's a sore to my eyes," he said then placed his handkerchief on her lap.
Everyone looked at each other. A few words and they felt uncomfortable and uneasy.
"What are we going to talk about?" Prince Fiery dawdled. His chin is rested on his hand.
Lord Ohms lean his back against the chair and tapped his finger on the table.
"Don't talk. Fiery, in case nobody has told you yet, you're irritating and annoying. You're not funny, so, enough with your below-the-belt jokes. I don't even know why your immature ass is here. Pretty sure we said the 'adults' will have a conversation, so why are you four here?"
Emperor Maxism swallowed the laugh he almost let out and looked at his wife. She was bored.
"Are you picking a fight with me!? Why are you acting like a boss? You Xirquits don't know your places anymore. You're before the Empress's presence, my mother!"
Lord Ohms nodded and sway his seat left and right. His lips formed a crooked, simple smile.
"How naive. Dragunovvs have always been inferior to us in every way. Well, mostly. On the other hand, your oldrr brothers are Warlocks. You, you're an insufferable Dragunovv like your father. I don't care if the Empress is here. This conversation is not about her anyway. And definitely not about you, SO TELL ME HOW YOU'RE GOING TO FIX THIS MESS."
Prince Fiery got goosebumps. The chills that ran down his spine made him flinch, and he hates the idea that a Xirquit shook him.
"Ohms, calm down," the Grand Duke called out. The panic on their faces became visible now that the Lord lose his cool. It's a bad omen.
The Lord gave his father a sharp glance.
Grand Duke Voltage raised his brow at his son, "Don't pull an attitude on me, I'm warning you. Calm down."
The Lord hissed and looked away.
Emperor Maxism sighed in relief the loudest. He thought things will worsen. Ohms' presence is a burden to them. They can't bear themselves to speak up despite having lots to say.
King Liorei cleared his throat and opened the formal conversation,
"Where shall we begin?"