The roar of thunder echoes in the distance, the shock and vibration reverberating through the fine crystal chandeliers of the rich, thickly matted main hall of the Empire of Nsydria. The mightiest, most powerful, and unfortunately cruelest sovereign nation in the world, long had its towering dark towers and legion of incredibly disciplined troops been respected and utterly feared by the rest of the planet. It was not too long ago, perhaps a single lifetime, that the nation had begun as a fairly wealthy, but rather simplistic small nation with its blessed holy royal family and happy population, known throughout the land for its focus on knowledge and the cavernous, impressive library passed down through the generations. Yet, one day, that all changed, as bizarrely, the family began to slowly, but surely, prioritize defense and militarization, as the soldiers began to become more and more well trained, and the citizens began to themselves bizarrely become more and more brazen in their xenophobia to their neighbors.
One day, they struck. The legions of Nsydria spread across its home continent like wildfire, crushing and destroying all the nations about it like poor crippled beasts before the wave of army ants. Like a parasite, it infected and took over all, assimilating all the individual advances and technologies made and discarding what it deemed useless, until it grew into the beginnings of the Empire. Soon after, its naval power amassed and began to slowly but surely conquer and raze nations on the far reaches of the planet, until but one, single solitary nation remained in opposition. Tonight, that nation would fall, the world domination would be complete.
“No. Not at all, my dear.” The Emperor delivers icily, as if breaking down a false façade he had been holding onto for so long.
The decidedly feminine voice, unheard to all but the one, responds, not really surprised as much as curious. The vile ruler sits upon his throne, his cold eyes in a rare show of arrogant emotion, as he lazily sits, his fine tailored, r regal robes that cost far more then some entire villages’ were worth ruffling about.
“You people, if that is what you really are anymore. So high and mighty you believe us to be but fools to your puppetry.”
I do not know what you are…
“Shut it! Long have I waited to finally call you out for what you are, being!” While it was fortunate that the grand hall was empty at this time of night, at this point the Emperor likely would not have cared. The formless, shapeless being, who paradoxically was very obviously appearing as a rather feminine human to his eyes complete with the voice, albeit ethereal, stepped back, it seemed, as he continued.
“Did you really think I would not figure it out? That I would be but a simple thug for your own personal goals?”
Hmmph, in my defense, ‘tis not hard to believe so when you present yourself in such a way. How long did you know…?
“For the last decade or so. I had always pondered, why would this god-like being come down and aid a simple, pathetic mortal try something as small minded as take over and dominate the world? Clearly, if that being itself wished to meet those ends.”
“What, to think I can outsmart you and our arrangement? Admittedly, I clearly did not think things through when I agreed to your bargain, as I can assume that once my legions destroy that last pathetic Providence, I shall wither and die, like dust in the wind.”
As is fitting for your kind. I have no time for this, soon this world shall be mine, and I shall return as a rightful living deity to this planet! Those fools I ascended with shall see their error and cry in anguish as I use my…
“Yet I note that you never thought it through as well?”
“Is it? You, so blinded by such crude and human vices as greed and the want of power never quite made this bargain as one sided as you intended. Say, for example, that I……not take over the world.”
“What if, I let my followers do so for me, in such a way that I was not directly involved? Or if I forget about even taking over the world and merely……enjoy the riches of this everlasting life you have mistakenly bestowed upon me, and not worry too much about anything else?”
I chose you because your black empty heart knows nothing but domination, you shall never be able to just live your life.
“Indeed. Yet I do know that that destined day…shall not be today.”
Your troops are already at the gates of the last enemy, you arrogant, incessant mortal. By the dawn, I shall be back in physical form, and you shall be but dust under my feet.
With a cocky smirk, the Emperor chuckles, as it grows into a thunderous laugh.
“Ah, but that’s what I wished for you to believe. As we speak, the rebellion is already mounting an assault at all of our greatest stronghold across the world, as the majority of my special forces are trapped in that simple backwater kingdom. A rebellion, I will disclose, that was started by the simple discretion of one charismatic man who supplies them with a seemingly endless supply of funds to train and build up their forces.”
I have seen your meetings, the rebels believe the man or woman to be someone within this very Empire
"Indeed - it is I. I am the one who whispered the idea of a rebellion into these sad sacks of humanity, and it is I who has cultivated them to one day overthrow….myself.”
"Indeed, and not only that, they have, for months now, been planning to cripple us at our knees, with information leaked to them by the noble sacrifice of certain spies..."
You…sabotaged your own Empire! You are the one who instigated these leaks, are you not!?
"Of course, but in a way that none shall ever know. Very soon, the vast majority of my top brass and a good deal of my troops shall die, rather bloodily, by this secret counter offensive and the new weaponry they have “independently” developed. Within a week, they shall be at this very doorstep to behead me. It would not surprise me if that brother-in-law of mine were to do the honors, what, after I seduced his sister and stole this throne away from them after the marriage.”
So you would throw all this away? Why? All the years of planning and strategy, for…ruin!? Why? What other use would-
She stops, as she comes to a realization. If she still had eyes, they would have narrowed as she audibly hisses,
“Ah yes, all this was but a ruse, as you have guessed. I love my home nation of Nsydria, but……it has far too pathetic a pedigree to be attached to me. But that library and all its knowledge, which I had “destroyed” years and years ago…safely stowed away for research, for I shall have more then enough time to absorb that information once this Empire falls.’
As if you could, you aid yourself that your brother by marriage would likely desecrate your body once he marches in here. What makes you think there will be anything left for me to rejuvenate afterwards?
“Aha, so you are in fact forced to keep your word, that was the one part I was unsure of. But yes, of course you’re right. So, as we speak, my impressively immaculate, uncanny body double is currently in my bedroom, sleeping away, as my loyal head guard will soon dive in and murder what he believes to be the Emperor who has betrayed him…”
That wench…..that whore you slept with, that was his wife!
“Of course. So soon he shall be hailed a traitor and executed on the spot by my other, more loyal guards, as I had not spent the last few years making them begin to question me. So in the end, it shall be the lovely council of elders that the true heir to this Empire’s throne shall cut down by his very hand.”
I have wondered why you even bothered with a body double as my protection is beyond any safety such a concept can allow.
Ignoring “her” the Emperor stands, briskly walking around his throne to the obvious spot for any ruler worth his salt would have a getaway tunnel for situations as this.
“Indeed. Now, if you excuse me, I do believe I must be on my way. I have quite a bit of reading to do and quite a journey to get there….” Angrily, the being snaps, appearing before his gaze. Formless or not, any lesser man would have surely been frightened out of their wits by the now rather demonic, yet still bizarrely attractive and, dare mentioned, physically attractive appearance of the being.
I swear to you, you wretch, the path you travel on shall not be easy, and I shall compound it even more so. I may be forced to aide you all this time, but I am not obligated to make it pleasant as it ahs been! Every time I bring you back, the pain shall be greater and greater, and will eventually break you. This. I. SWEAR.
“I welcome it, the Emperor smiles, chuckling as he notes that he had managed to get under ”her” skin, as it were, “Then let us go. We shall see whose will breaks first….”
Edited by DarkJuno, 02 May 2010 - 09:15 PM.