Evil plans to destroy Etias. The king, known as the Reaper, must save the realms.
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Part 2: Chapters 10-16
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To proclaim the responsibility of the realms rests on my shoulders is a gross understatement for what destiny has placed upon me. I am the heir of Etias, and before long I will be king — the Reaper of this land.
As the only child of Lord Xanthus and Lady Syllia, not a soul may claim the sovereignty from me. Only a fraction of the population is not envious of my lifestyle. From my birth, I obtained power, wealth, and glory, most could not fathom. I may call upon an alluring female, sometimes more than one, in my bed each night. The people both adore and fear me across the dimensions...
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... Astiroth's emotionless mask cracked, his eyes widening with fury. His nostrils flared as he cried up at the king, "You should not meddle in things none of your affair, Your Majesty!"
His voice echoed in the hallway as his hands came out to his sides, the ground splitting beneath him as two long vines of stone slithered into his grasp. Stony spikes erupted in a circular formation around him in defense, forcing Casimir away.
"I sought your guidance, to bask in your strength, hoping to taste it for myself. I played the role of the dutiful guard, yet your training never surmounted to more than a mere pittance," his snarl turned into a perverse smile. "Now I shall call upon a being that will grant me the capacity I seek!"...
... A twisted flicker of excitement lit in Astiroth's eyes as she mentioned attacking the village, "I suppose I need to make a trip to this town of his. I must prove my worth to our master." He pushed his hair out of his face. "Care to join me? I intend to make him, and those villagers, suffer."
Niaris pressed a delicate finger to her lips in reflection, "Very well, I will go. Just be sure the show is entertaining to me." A wicked smile spread across her pale face. Underneath their feet, deep beneath the dead earth's surface by the base of the broken angel statue, came the boom of slow but rhythmic knocking...
... Azara, preparing to attack Niaris, looked towards her son with wide eyes, "Kaziel!"
Distracted, she did not note the blackened blade Niaris summoned as she sprinted at her. Azara's orbs widened in shock as the knife slipped through her abdominal wall with efficiency. Stunned by the searing pain coursing through her, her glowing eyes remained full as blood seeped from between her parted lips.
"You will face our Master for the crimes you have committed against her," Niaris hissed in Azara's ear...
... Their mistress lifted her hand, disappearing into the fog. Astiroth smirked as he reached to yank Niaris's hands up, pinning them against the stone above her head.
"Let us begin… we have a world-conqueror to create," Astiroth hissed with lust.
High above the sky loomed the blood moon, casting its ominous glow across the land."...
... She entwined her bony fingers in Melina's long hair, grabbing a fist-full as leverage to drag her across the dirt floor. Melina reached up as she cried out, clawing at her mother's hands, twisting her slight frame in a panic to free herself from her mother's relentless grasp ...
...Flames caught Melina's cloak, igniting the fabric. The sudden, fiery heat on her back caused her to stumble. She performed a somersault in the dirt and in a seamless motion, unclasped her cloak and threw it free from her body. Bleiz ran ahead at first, not realizing what happened until he came to a screeching halt, spinning around to see his sister,
... Melina gulped as the blood drained from her face. It was him - their king, the Reaper. Her knees weakened for a moment, and it took everything she had not to let them buckle underneath her. Aneira stepped forward, saving Melina from her thoughts. She followed the qheilae and kept her eyes to the ground in respect ...
... “From the shadows of the forgotten planes, the Three will open the Eye once more. From its sight, fire shall rain from the heavens to bring forth the darastrixi. The blood of the moon will rise the hollow being, cascading discord with corporality returned to the one who cannot perish. When death sleeps forever, the worlds will descend into blackness, bringing rise to another. The grim will topple leaders, thus the new age begins. Spirit and flesh will bear the silver progeny, and the people will rejoice. What once was whole will be no longer, parting of the Three, leaving only the heir the path.”
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... "You may get away with that haughty attitude in the castle, but out here, you need to contribute as much as everyone else."
Kyvan let out a dry, humorless laugh. "I do not need a pathetic human wench to give me instruction. I will request your advice only when I deem it worthy. Until then, hold your waggling tongue."
Melina's upper lip curled into a disparaging smile. "It was my understanding you are the one who needs our help, not the other way around. Therefore, you will expect suggestions from us, including what needs doing on your end to keep everyone else happy." ...