[u][i][b]The Butcher of A Monarch: Chapter One.[/b][/i][/u]


"[[i]Four thousand civilians, my Lord. They are conten-...[/i]]" The man was silenced with a looming stare, the piercing, glowing white eyes of the Lord of Red. "[i][We have been placement too long. I will get inside of that Keep today. That is certain. Release three thousand.[/i]]" He sneered under his metal faceguard and nearly coughed, the decision left him twitching but otherwise he marched off as Knight's fell to their knee before him. The King of Red.

"[[i]Raise the weapon. Bring me fire and brimstone. We go to heavens above for our ancestors![/i]]" The King broke out into a cry, raising his hands in the air. The archers on the other side of the wall sprung to action. There had been silence for nearly three days. Darkness and silence amongst the mist that swirled beneath their walls. Shielded from the light and all other things.
"[i][For once we were betrayed. For once we were slaughtered on our knees! Bending to their whim! Never again, today we have our revenge![/i]]" The King drew his sword and wandered forward, he was quickly joined by his entire army - roaring and screaming in preparation of storming the Keep.
It was in the silence the King thought of the loses. The men who would die for this vengeance. One that made him King. To be blessed and thrown aside, to be given everything but turned to madness. This world could be saved; it just needed a few less spirits in them. "[W[i]e will bring down the walls of the worlds! We will beckon in the dawn of the Ander Folk! The inheritors of a lost world, re-forged anew in fire![/i]]" An uproar broke out in the droops then... hellish silence. 


[b]It had fired.[/b]


It sounded like the snapping of a thousand necks at the same time in his head; though it was so fast. He could only sense it because of his crown, the one that let him see more than any mortal being alive. And all he saw was the faces of the damned, sucking life through its machinery. A crackling of concentrated energy enough to smash the most powerful barriers in the next world. The weakest, poorest, lowest of scum in Monarch's Rise put to the sword all at once, their blood littered the streets as cries came from the walls - screams of curling death as the blast of energy transferred through the wall - it levelled it in seconds, creating a second bridge of the moat that separated them - the water being damned and thrown all over in the moat - the riptide soon froze as it left its current. The river was quenched and dead. Life froze in the proximity of the weapon as all the warriors jerked forward suddenly at the massive wave that rippled from the recoiling gun. It seemed charged, still, even after it firing though the one blast had smashed the magical barrier in twain and the wall asunder. 

Enid was the first to step through the breach, sword flailing. The King of the Riders tore through the front with his sword and magical empowerments - blood and bodies fell beneath the King whilst his army swarmed in around him; soon enough all the enemies around him were too far away. The King laughed whole heartedly, the heat of the moment allowed clarity. In the blood of your enemies; as a conqueror. "[Kill all who do not surrender! Find the one marked!]" The Rider turned to the Keep itself, it would take hours to route the entire keep and puncture the inner defences. But sneaking in would be easy enough by himself. There could be no chance of an escape.

The Crown allowed him to see foot-prints now only the echo of souls, the illumination of objects and walls. His hand brushed over the stone wall in a vain search for a way inside through the back. Taking it from the front was easy. But around here... he slipped, rather suddenly, and fell down into a pit. Quite literally a well dug out pit. He fell for a good few seconds before slamming into the ground and then through it, as he had hit a wall of sorts - through a door, in fact, and through it onto the cobble floor of the basement beneath him. Smashing a table and the ladder on the way down. He landed with a thud and bang. "[[b][i]Reduced... to... fuc-... bah![/i][/b]]" The King twisted and threw himself around, writhing in agony from the plated fall. He tore off his helmet only to notice something, there was two children staring at him. 

The King, for once, was speechless. He slowly moved to stand up before they both screamed as loud as they possibly could. Enid, dumbfounded, tried his best to hush the two little girls. "Come now, little ones. No need to-... cry. Please. Stop." He groaned loudly, now they're wailing and his bad back was two things that were really not necessary to endure. He lowered himself down to their level as they huddled away in fear. The King removed his helmet to show off his real face, which terrified them even more as they ran to the corner of the room. "[b][i]N-No! Momma said monsters aren't real![/i][/b]" One of the girls cried, curling into the corner as if that pathetic yet heart-burning display. The King sighed and just slid the crown over to them - what could children do with such a powerful artefact. It made him laugh, though the two girls suddenly grew curious as to why they were still afraid and turned to inquisitively inspect the crown.


"[i]Spiky.[/i]" One of the girls prodded her finger over the dulled daggers that made up the Crown of Conquest. To see two little children no older than five play with it was truly amusing. He seemed to think that was a good warm-up to go wander over to them then crouches down again, struggling to not show any pain. 
"It is a powerful tool, this. Do you see it? A crown. But inside, look." He picked up the helmet and activated the centre gem which expanded out the helmet itself to give it the glowing affect he had donned in the battle. It radiated magic in all directions and made him quite distinct on the battlefield. Or to woo two little girls. 
"[i][b]Wow![/b][/i]"
"[i][b]Look at it![/b][/i]"
The two girls reached out for the mist but grabbed back nothing. Amazed still. The King deactivated his little trinket of significance and set it over his knee and offered out his hand. "How about we find a way out, hm? I assume you are lost. Or were you coming out the way I was going..?" He raised his brow inquisitively which both the girls just shook their head at. 
"[i]We heard fighting.[/i]"
"[i]So we ran here. We were scared.[/i]"
"[i][b]I couldn't find mother![/b][/i]"
"[i][b]She was gone![/b][/i]"
The two girls, piece meal, added up their quaint story. Two little, highborn children. "[i]Well, fret not, girls. I am a King of legend and I have come to say hello to your mother. We must speak immediately for it us of the utmost importance. If...-[/i]" He pouted some, lowering his head, going onto his knee. "[i]If I pledged to protect you will you take me to your esteemed mother? No man, spirit or monster will ever harm you again.[/i]" He smiled thinly and stood up, both of the children grabbed onto his hand and then, briskly, went to lead the King by his hand through the less-than-bright dungeon. How he even fell in here amazed him.

"[i]What a nice... place this is. I do hope the castle is a -bit- better than this. I am going to live here, you know.[/i]" Enid smiled, that confused the two girls but they soon agreed.
"[i]Okay! We can show you our rooms, if you want.[/i]"

[i][b]"I would be delighted..." Enid laughed quietly to himself, he felt like a father again."[/b][/i]