The surroundings, were quiet...
Everything was quiet, in fact, as the road only showcased their structurized bricks, with houses becoming lifeless buildings that are supposed to be occupied by inhabitants.
There is no such thing like a sound that can be heard from a human ear...
And all of the people are eerily silent; not even a single activity can be seen on them.
No footsteps, no talkings, none.
Except, if looking at above, the great sky had turned into what looked like a shaded dark sea, and clouds were beginning to form into a cumulonimbus one. It was at that time that those signs were the clear warnings of what would happen to a village named Hameur to be the quietest creatures on earth.
As the period they are experiencing...is 'The Silent Hour.'.
One hour to an another, at this moment, all people residing in each house of every village are needed to be careful as to not illuminate their existence so that they won't become a sacrificial lamb. Every village must have 5 persons to be offered in death conditioned by the ritual.
And because none wanted to become lifeless bodies by the effect of the ritual, led those people got took by the authorities by force.
In a carriage they came; they had just arrived on the scene with fine white silk cloaks present on them. Steps of them withdrawn intensely as they were searching for their prey. And now they are the center of attention in the eyes of villagers in Hameur.
Frightening and deadly, if even the slightest mistake could affect the people in here, their lives would be doomed as hell for sure.
That is the same to a man named Vergil. As he was a father of his own son led him to try to make sure that his house doesn't get swarmed by some uninvited guests, but the sanity of his started to drown down low the more days he tried to remain a survivor with his son.
Silhouettes of them shake Vergil's confidence greatly as he sees it, and now he has to be silent greatly so that he does not produce an attention. That day, almost 3 people were caught by the hands of the authorities, motivated to take them as their victims for their cult practice, and now, the odds of his soul getting taken by them were getting fewer if he had to be hidden in some space. But the sight of them alone is enough to get to feel the dread, let alone the thoughts when they knew who would be there in his house.
It was at that time that Vergil had flinched when he got woken up with words by an another person...
Soft and subtle, it was unclear what was the subject mumbling, until goosebumps of him had arrived milliseconds right at the moment he tried to fix his ears...
"Your time has come...From now on your soul will become mine."
With an aggressive turn did Vergil look into his surroundings, but he only seen his son who was standing besides him, clearly suprised by his father's reaction.
"What was it father? Did I scared you?" Remain with bits of love to his father, he tried to underground why was his father began to enter the realm of insanity as he didn't know what happened of the world from the beginning.
His father knows that, and as minutes of thinking whilst looking at the face of the son, he knew it would be impossible if his precious actually wanted to say that cursed words to him when he didn't even know what was happening.
"You shouldn't be here, you should hide as the monster will lurk during this period, and he only eats young children like you" Camouflaged it with a fairy-tale, he had told his son the reason to hide now after weeks of hiding. 9 years was a normal period to believe in fairy-tales, as there were many possibilities the world has to offer
"I do scared of them father. But the dust of it makes me really sneezy. Ha-chuu!"
But still got pushed out by his father to the hideout at the crammed space beneath a staircase, he was forced to be hidden again.
But as soon as Vergil had done what it takes to protect his child, suddenly came a massive force that had struck. The main entrance of the door had been teared opened by an axe.
Split second, many footsteps were heard, drawing more close and closer as the cultists ran to find their target, which of then that Vergil didn't realized that he too was also running, running from them as he got chased by the living room.
No moments were ever projected to him except his flight, he needs to escape!
And as soon he sees a window when he entered the master's bedroom, he tried to phased it by forcing to get out of it.
Smashing the window by his own body, he took a mid-air to fall on the ground.
But in that moment, his neck was loaded with unimaginable force! It pushed his head touching the hard woods of his bedroom and makes Vergil coughing right after the moment he was pushed, scraped by the pieces of glasses by the window and cries immediately, he screams agonily and when he turned to see the main cause of the pain he's in. It was a despair that had been witnessed by him, causing to him cried maniacally as soon he had seen him.
Right there, outside of the window, came the red-haired man with eyes demanding death to the people. It was none other than the king himself, the king of the tyranny.
With a plea that Vergil had told, he bowed down to his lowest to beg for mercy as the followers of the king had already encircled him, waiting commands for their leader.
"Your majesty! A-a-as the servant of your kingdom should I pleaded your mercy as am I a still caretaker of my only child! Please let me live to make him continue to glory your expanding bloodline!" Stuttered the man in his feet, it felt weak as if the bowing will make him paralyzed if it remain to continued.
But such conditions were never met with sympathy by the red-haired man's life, who's his clothings are fine with white golden royal robes on him. He had stirred upon an emotion that only people look as cruelty by his demeanor stature. And as the cultists that surround Vergil he had put up a sign that makes all of them stood before he will give his command again.
Words were told to Vergil, possibly giving a mercy this time, which then the rays of hope did Vergil have seen on his face.
"Your child is as important to every people to earth, and have we been happy to hospitalize every poor person who's cruelty had never been done. It is why we held this event to only fathers and mothers as they will be take care by the good hands. And for you my respected civilians, had I wished upon my two feets to you that you will arise to the heavens, after you were hold onto what they call as a 'necessary ritual' for you, and in the end, I hope that you will have a happy life in there when your life in here is gone."
Eyes wide in shock, he immediately tries to escape, only to got hold out by the people around him which make him continued to squel for the king's consent.
"But my king! I don't want to become what looked like a pitiest death by generations as it will humiliate me! Please my king! Let me live!!! I don't want to die!! I don't want to di-AAERGH!!!AAARGHH-EAARGHHH!!!!"
it was a success, black flames began to engulfed him as he screams, a disgusted face was drawn by the king. And still, nobody wanted to hear the voices of this poor man.
Only echoes reflect it, which then it fades into the darkness as the man voice is now gone.
But suddenly, in the middle of the abyss...Came words that can be seen clearly if took attention of it for long enough.
And that words, if been read are told...
All, Hail The King
The One Who Started Tyranny...