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13 Characters Here
Kygo Tepes [10] "I won't take disrespect for I am one who demands respect, or at least consideration."
Mina Saito [10] "I'm forced to live with the monsters that killed my family and friends, and now I'm one of them."
Cordelia Laurentiu [10] "I'd do anything to keep my family safe, even if it means I have to eradicate another species to do so."
Gavi Laurentiu [10] You are my human sacrifice. I will hunt you down and eat you alive. There is no escape.
Shiro Nakahara [9] "My family is everything to me."
Gin Suzuyama [9] "I won't stop fighting until every Vampire is dead."
Millicent BΓ‘thory [9] "Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word"
Athena Usagi [9] "Maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through, or feel we've had enough time..."
Saxon Laurentiu [9] "Is it wrong that I had to muffle laughter at his funeral?"
Narcis Chevalier [7] "This world is superficial. Everyone pretends to understand and everyone pretends to be understood."
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Empire Headquarters were chaos. Pages frantically running from office to office notifying those who hadn't already been alerted by the shouts outside of the assembly that had been called seemingly out of nowhere. The General had called a meeting of every officer on base. He was rarely heard or seen by anyone other than the Lieutenant, so to call such a large meeting he must have caught wind of something major, and chances are it wouldn't be good. Things rarely were nowadays. To make it worse the assembly was called just 10 minutes prior. They didn't honestly think they'd be able to get hundreds of officers in uniform and on the parade square in less than 20 minutes, but it was a direct order from the General, and he isn't known for his kindness towards those who disappoint him. So the fearful pages ran throughout the halls of the military dormitories, air horns in hand screaming for those who were not yet awake to get in uniform and on the parade square as fast as humanly possible.
The vampire capital was much more calm, having called a meeting of the upper class vampires an hour. Though this did little to ease the building tension, as the vampires sat in the large auditorium. Whispering their theories as to why they were gathered on such short notice as the filtered into the theater. Normally they were given at least a months notice as well as insight as to what the meeting would be about, but this time they were only given the time and place. Each one just as clueless as to why they were there, not one daring to skip the meeting. If the king found out chances are they'd be killed or demoted, a rare but cruel punishment. Silence fell across the room as the king stepped out onto the stage, the anticipation of the upcoming announcement growing by the minute.
The vampire capital was much more calm, having called a meeting of the upper class vampires an hour. Though this did little to ease the building tension, as the vampires sat in the large auditorium. Whispering their theories as to why they were gathered on such short notice as the filtered into the theater. Normally they were given at least a months notice as well as insight as to what the meeting would be about, but this time they were only given the time and place. Each one just as clueless as to why they were there, not one daring to skip the meeting. If the king found out chances are they'd be killed or demoted, a rare but cruel punishment. Silence fell across the room as the king stepped out onto the stage, the anticipation of the upcoming announcement growing by the minute.
Shiro's Saturday started out the same as most, cooking breakfast for the children, playing with them for a bit, and putting the younger ones down for a nap before he started cooking lunch. Cracking an egg into frying pan, he waited, humming along to the sound of the egg cooking. Apparently someone wasn't too fond of solos, as the sound of an air horn and shouting from the halls soon joined in.
Abandoning the egg, Shiro poked his head out of the door to see what the commotion was about. To be met by a panicked page shouting about an assembly. It took him a moment to understand their ramblings, once he finally understood the message, he too began to panic. Rushing back into the apartment, he grabbed his uniform. Slipping on his uniform pants and shirt, he said a quick goodbye to the kids, before darting out the door. Pulling on his tunic as he ran down the hall at a breakneck pace. He had no intention of being late, and he wanted to make sure Gin knew about the assembly. If he wound up missing the assembly Shiro would never hear the end of it.
Panting and a fair bit sweaty, Shiro finally reached Gin's door. Though it would be best if Gin had already left, he hoped he was still there so his trip wouldn't be for nothing. Taking a moment to catch his breath as he leaned against the wall beside the door, he banged against the door in his typical fashion. 5 knocks, a pause, followed by two more. He called out to his friend, still huffing a fair bit. "Gin? They called an assembly, we have to be in the parade square in five minutes. Get your uniform on and let's go. If we're late the Lieutenant will have our heads."
Abandoning the egg, Shiro poked his head out of the door to see what the commotion was about. To be met by a panicked page shouting about an assembly. It took him a moment to understand their ramblings, once he finally understood the message, he too began to panic. Rushing back into the apartment, he grabbed his uniform. Slipping on his uniform pants and shirt, he said a quick goodbye to the kids, before darting out the door. Pulling on his tunic as he ran down the hall at a breakneck pace. He had no intention of being late, and he wanted to make sure Gin knew about the assembly. If he wound up missing the assembly Shiro would never hear the end of it.
Panting and a fair bit sweaty, Shiro finally reached Gin's door. Though it would be best if Gin had already left, he hoped he was still there so his trip wouldn't be for nothing. Taking a moment to catch his breath as he leaned against the wall beside the door, he banged against the door in his typical fashion. 5 knocks, a pause, followed by two more. He called out to his friend, still huffing a fair bit. "Gin? They called an assembly, we have to be in the parade square in five minutes. Get your uniform on and let's go. If we're late the Lieutenant will have our heads."
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The day had begun early for Baroness Bathory, she had awoken to the sound of her few remaining slaves running to and fro. Her main servant, a butler by the name of Andreas, was standing at the foot of her black satin bed.
"My lady, you have been summoned by the King himself. Seems to be a big to do, a meeting of the well-oft. Shall I send you via the transport? Or will you be walking?" The small girl's body remain still, like a pebble midst a stream, unmoved even by all going on around it. Andreas tightened his lips into a thin line, he wasn't about to allow his mistress to ignore a direct summons, it seemed incredibly important. Lady Eugenia, her predecessor, had never denied the king. Of anything really, whether it be her presence or her body if he so willed it, she gave it. This new lady of house Bathory was so lazy, so aloof. Lost in her own world, her voice was almost a whisper at all times, soft and young. Andreas couldn't understand it one bit. Why wouldn't Lady Eugenia just give him the new ruling position he had served her for centuries. But, no instead he was given this child. This child who's eyes saw into his very soul, judging him, whenever she looked directly at him it was as if he were nude and on display. Vulnerable for all to see. He hated her. She made the hairs on his neck stand on end.
"I shan't ask you again madam. Arise and be off. Lady Eugenia would never-" Just like that in a blink of an eye Millicent was behind him, Lady Eugenia's dagger to his throat, her eyes alert like a Lioness on the hunt, Andreas felt the razor sharp blade slice his neck to where a bead of his deep crimson blood formed on the tip of the black metal.
"I'd appreciate it immensely if you closed that ever prattling void of a mouth." She lowered the blade and walked around in front of him, he towered over her but he was clearly frozen in fear, even he had not seen her make a move.
"I'll be taking the transport, walking would be my end." She turned and began getting dressed dismissing him with one more statement.
"If you ever mention your previous mistress in my presence again or compare me to her. I will kill you without a second thought." Her eyes trained on the taller vampire, his pride withered into nothing, white as a sheet he bowed low and muttered his apology before hurrying out away from the demoness that now ruled him.
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By the time she had arrived at the specified meeting place, she was dressed in a long fine kimono, it was the color of blood with Raven feathers in the pattern. A stunning gown against her pale skin and stark hair. Other well-known vampire lords and ladies were filtering into the auditorium, some Millicent recognized, others she did not. Not that she minded because as she entered everyone around her went oddly quiet, as if her aura alone muted them. Some drew in sharp breaths hoping she wouldn't look at them. The odd rumor about her eyes stealing souls had become fact to the community. Because of this no one would ever meet her gaze and they'd play it off as if they weren't doing it on purpose. It hurt the girl, not enough to where it mattered really. She made her way to a seat and sat down, her slender hand rested on her thigh, she was greeted by the outline of her treasured dagger. You never know when you might need protection. It brought her calm knowing it was close to her. A wicked smile eased onto her delicate face as the king entered, silencing the room completely, the hushed whispers dying off like the burned out embers of a powerful fire. Oh how she longed to have influence as he did. Soon she would possess that respect for herself. Controlling all the vampires without a word. She was close to that now, but definitely not as well as the king. Something about him was awe-striking, perhaps his age or his experience. Either way, giants fell every day. It was only a matter of time until this Goliath fell as well. Who better to claim the kill than the lovely Baroness from the outlands?
No one.
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The day had begun early for Baroness Bathory, she had awoken to the sound of her few remaining slaves running to and fro. Her main servant, a butler by the name of Andreas, was standing at the foot of her black satin bed.
"My lady, you have been summoned by the King himself. Seems to be a big to do, a meeting of the well-oft. Shall I send you via the transport? Or will you be walking?" The small girl's body remain still, like a pebble midst a stream, unmoved even by all going on around it. Andreas tightened his lips into a thin line, he wasn't about to allow his mistress to ignore a direct summons, it seemed incredibly important. Lady Eugenia, her predecessor, had never denied the king. Of anything really, whether it be her presence or her body if he so willed it, she gave it. This new lady of house Bathory was so lazy, so aloof. Lost in her own world, her voice was almost a whisper at all times, soft and young. Andreas couldn't understand it one bit. Why wouldn't Lady Eugenia just give him the new ruling position he had served her for centuries. But, no instead he was given this child. This child who's eyes saw into his very soul, judging him, whenever she looked directly at him it was as if he were nude and on display. Vulnerable for all to see. He hated her. She made the hairs on his neck stand on end.
"I shan't ask you again madam. Arise and be off. Lady Eugenia would never-" Just like that in a blink of an eye Millicent was behind him, Lady Eugenia's dagger to his throat, her eyes alert like a Lioness on the hunt, Andreas felt the razor sharp blade slice his neck to where a bead of his deep crimson blood formed on the tip of the black metal.
"I'd appreciate it immensely if you closed that ever prattling void of a mouth." She lowered the blade and walked around in front of him, he towered over her but he was clearly frozen in fear, even he had not seen her make a move.
"I'll be taking the transport, walking would be my end." She turned and began getting dressed dismissing him with one more statement.
"If you ever mention your previous mistress in my presence again or compare me to her. I will kill you without a second thought." Her eyes trained on the taller vampire, his pride withered into nothing, white as a sheet he bowed low and muttered his apology before hurrying out away from the demoness that now ruled him.
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By the time she had arrived at the specified meeting place, she was dressed in a long fine kimono, it was the color of blood with Raven feathers in the pattern. A stunning gown against her pale skin and stark hair. Other well-known vampire lords and ladies were filtering into the auditorium, some Millicent recognized, others she did not. Not that she minded because as she entered everyone around her went oddly quiet, as if her aura alone muted them. Some drew in sharp breaths hoping she wouldn't look at them. The odd rumor about her eyes stealing souls had become fact to the community. Because of this no one would ever meet her gaze and they'd play it off as if they weren't doing it on purpose. It hurt the girl, not enough to where it mattered really. She made her way to a seat and sat down, her slender hand rested on her thigh, she was greeted by the outline of her treasured dagger. You never know when you might need protection. It brought her calm knowing it was close to her. A wicked smile eased onto her delicate face as the king entered, silencing the room completely, the hushed whispers dying off like the burned out embers of a powerful fire. Oh how she longed to have influence as he did. Soon she would possess that respect for herself. Controlling all the vampires without a word. She was close to that now, but definitely not as well as the king. Something about him was awe-striking, perhaps his age or his experience. Either way, giants fell every day. It was only a matter of time until this Goliath fell as well. Who better to claim the kill than the lovely Baroness from the outlands?
No one.
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A princess sitting high atop her tower, trapped and in mourning for her Prince who was blinded by an evil queen. "How tepid," Athena closed the book and sighed. Rereading all of her favorite childhood stories had turned out to be a terrible idea. It seemed as though all of the fantastical battles and delicate princess were nothing more than watery stories with plots to teach children on behaving properly. Artemis had loved these stories though. The two would sit in the same bed every night, Athena listening to the warble of Artemis's story telling tone. Their brother would come in, tease them, then sit and listen, making comments about how nonsensical the fairy tale characters acted. These days, no one had time for a Princess who couldn't save themselves. In a world depending on survival of the fittest, the Princess would have been gobbled by a vampire the moment her tower was discovered. Athena wasn't going to be subjected by the narrow minded stereotypes of the past; she was going to save herself. She was going to save humanity.
There was a knock at the door. The soldier swung her legs over the bed, walking across the wooden floor and opened the door up to find none other than Finnick. "Get dressed, we need to get to the parade square." His expression was wild, he hadn't even brushed his hair. Athena didn't question him, she grabbed her necklace and slipped on her boots, stepping out of the bedroom. "I'm ready, let's go." It seemed as though the entire base had been thrown into a state of panic. There were pages running around frantically, knocking on doors, stopping people to inform them, etc.
"What happened?" Athena asked, but when she turned, Finnick was gone. "Finnick?" Athena slowed, attempting to find her brother but he was gone. "Whatever," she brushed it off, continuing to the parade square. No doubt she would find him there. For now, Athena would have to attempt to stay afloat in the crushing sea of bodies. The way these people were acting, you'd think the head of the Royal forces had called them all there himself. Maybe she would finally be allowed to see some action, the anticipation of such things made her heart race and Athena suddenly couldn't wait to see what all of the commotion was about.
As Athena stepped into the square, she realized that's exactly what had happened. On all sides, soldiers were in position, holding their salute. Athena joined her ranks, mimicking their form and standing at attention. She straightened her back, one hand at her side, the other rigid in salute. It had been a while since Athena was allowed outside on a mission and to be honest, she was growing quite bored of staying inside. If they didn't let her out soon, Athena was going to go mad and then they'd really have to lock her up. A slight smile came to her lips at the thought, she really was a monster, no better than the vampires it seemed. A victim of circumstance, or perhaps the twisted reality called fate. Either way she was going to enjoy her return to the battle field, she still had a lot of ground to cover if she wanted to find the sick bastards who had killed Artemis.
There was a knock at the door. The soldier swung her legs over the bed, walking across the wooden floor and opened the door up to find none other than Finnick. "Get dressed, we need to get to the parade square." His expression was wild, he hadn't even brushed his hair. Athena didn't question him, she grabbed her necklace and slipped on her boots, stepping out of the bedroom. "I'm ready, let's go." It seemed as though the entire base had been thrown into a state of panic. There were pages running around frantically, knocking on doors, stopping people to inform them, etc.
"What happened?" Athena asked, but when she turned, Finnick was gone. "Finnick?" Athena slowed, attempting to find her brother but he was gone. "Whatever," she brushed it off, continuing to the parade square. No doubt she would find him there. For now, Athena would have to attempt to stay afloat in the crushing sea of bodies. The way these people were acting, you'd think the head of the Royal forces had called them all there himself. Maybe she would finally be allowed to see some action, the anticipation of such things made her heart race and Athena suddenly couldn't wait to see what all of the commotion was about.
As Athena stepped into the square, she realized that's exactly what had happened. On all sides, soldiers were in position, holding their salute. Athena joined her ranks, mimicking their form and standing at attention. She straightened her back, one hand at her side, the other rigid in salute. It had been a while since Athena was allowed outside on a mission and to be honest, she was growing quite bored of staying inside. If they didn't let her out soon, Athena was going to go mad and then they'd really have to lock her up. A slight smile came to her lips at the thought, she really was a monster, no better than the vampires it seemed. A victim of circumstance, or perhaps the twisted reality called fate. Either way she was going to enjoy her return to the battle field, she still had a lot of ground to cover if she wanted to find the sick bastards who had killed Artemis.
It was only when he attempted to push himself up from the comfortable cushion, that he registered the body entangling his own. 'Huh.' He thought to himself slightly amused. How had he missed that? Dispassionately, he took in the appearance of the female draped over him. Wavy, chestnut hair tickled his chin and alabaster skin contrasted sharply with his dark, tawny color. She was younger than him from the looks of it. Well, he honestly could not be sure. That was the trouble with vampires. Saxon slowly untangled their two bodies. Skillfully and gently as not to rouse the girl from her slumber. He slipped out of his bed and shivered as his feet touched the floor and his bare body was subjected to the cool air of the her bedroom. He promptly began picking up the clothes strewn over her floor. Shrugging back into his shirt and pants from the previous night. With the more feminine garments in his arms, he laid them down on the foot of her bed. Folding them and placing them in a neat pile. When he could help it, Saxon preferred to keep spaces neat. He sat down on the edge of the bed and slipped his feet into brown leather boots. Fully dressed, he leaned back on his hands and gazed at the young woman. Well, she was cute enough he would admit. Ghosting over her heart shaped face, he moved a lock of her hair from her lips. Before the thought of otherwise could even emerge in his mind, he leaned over and pressed his lips to her temple. Relishing how warm she was. 'Berries. . .' He absently noted. That was what she smelled like. He pulled away and stood once more. Pulling the blanket up higher, he tucked it around her petite body. Could not have her freeze to death after all.
Turning on the ball of his foot, he grabbed his sword from its haphazard spot on the floor and strapped it to his back. With one last glance at the girl sleeping soundly, he opened the heavy door slowly to make a silent getaway. "Crap." He muttered under his breath. What was her name? That was just like the young man. He could not remember names for the life of him. 'Celini? Ceana? . . . Crescent?' No. None of those sounded correct. Saxon ran a rough hand through his snowy hair. He could feel a sense of irritation already mounting for what was sure to come later. The girl would find him later undoubtedly. She seemed like the clingy type. She definitely looked like one of those people who bitched and whined and sulked once they realized he had forgotten their name. And he was never in the mood to deal with that drama. He released a resigned sigh. He always ended up with those types.
Only making it one foot out of the door, he ran into a smaller figure. Or maybe she ran into him. It was her face implanted in his chest after all. Saxon tensed at the contact and instinctively pushed her off of him with a grimace. She stuttered an apology and he dismissed it with a flippant wave.
The smaller auburn haired girl steeled herself before the bored eyes of the infamous Laurentiu brother. The others were right, she would find him here. Today at least. "Sir, the King has called a very important meeting. He is expecting all of the upper class to meet at once." Saxon hummed curiously and raised a slim brow. This was new, he best be on his way.
Taking smooth long strides down the hallway, he called out over his shoulder to the tiny page. "You might want to inform the girl in there as well. She seems like a heavy sleeper. Ciana I think." The page looked from him and peeked into the bedroom. 'Althea. . .' She thought with a disappointed sigh.
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Waltzing into the large auditorium, the designated meeting place, he scanned the room for familiar faces and empty seats. Spotting the telltale mane of golden curls belonging to his precious sister Cordelia, Saxon made his way towards her. On his way a small frame clad in a crimson kimono caught his eye. He smiled lazily. Not bothering to stop as there was no time to talk anyway, he stretched out a hand and caught a lock of Millicent's inky strands. Letting them slip through his fingertips as he walked past her seat to his own.
He slid into the empty seat next to Cordelia. Just in time it seemed. The King strode purposefully forth and onto the stage, and the chatter of the room fell silent. Saxon bounced his leg in anticipation for the news.
Kygo had legitimately never been more bored in his life, though that may or may not have been over exaggerated considering the fact that he was starving. He hadn't eaten in what felt like days due to his being busy and not wanting to waste time. He sat in one of the upper booths that lined the theater, out of the major crowd of any commoners but at the same time, able to hear his father.
He had told his father he didn't want to be on stage with him not because it embarrassed Kygo, but because he simply didn't want to. Kygo watched those he knew enter, interested in who was there while at the same time, entirely uninterested. He watched Millicent arrive in her blood red kimono. It was somewhat similar to his own though his was a tunic instead, and the red was a deeper crimson than hers, the patterns on it gold veins as if it showed the thing that truly kept his kind alive. His pants were black and the sash that kept his tunic in place was gold like the veins.
He had been awake for hours, though the light that had awoken him to prepare for the day was artificial and caused him to miss the childish thoughts of wanting to see the sun.
Saxon entered and sat beside his sister, both Kygo's cousins. He didn't necessarily know if he loved them considering they were not his immediate family, though he did cherish them and care for them. It was love, but Kygo was too naive to recognize it due to his young life.
Kygo watched his father stride onto stage, his strength something that Kygo always wished he would one day have, but at the same time, didn't want due to the fear of being too much like his father. The horror that would be, to only be a shadow, to not be in the lime light.
Kygo leaned back in his seat, taking in the large crowd and smirking slightly at the fact that he was higher ranked than nearly all of them. Perhaps one or two not including his father were above him. It was not nearly as important as he thought it was, Kygo knew that, but he didn't care, it helped boost him in the reality that it made him feel like he had value, even if he possibly didn't do anything...
The vampire turned away from the mess he caused and grabbed the towel he had brought with him to wipe off some of the sweat he had collected through his training before he turned to his sword and inspected it for any damages considering his rough handling of it throughout the morning. He grabbed his sharpening tool and smoothed out the edges to his liking before he sheathed his favorite weapon. It was a black blade that sliced just about anything like a knife through butter. Its handle was as silver as moonlight and the designs emasculate and artistic. He wasn't usually one for flashy blades so there were no gems or gaudy attachments. It was simple and beautiful like deadly art should be. Its sheath was equally obsidian with silver lining and his family's dragon blazon glistened when it caught the light. That was the flashiest thing on the sword.
Before the vampire could fathom what he'd like to do next in his day, a page hurried into the training area like a bat out of hell. He arched an eyebrow at the young vampire wondering would could possibly make the page so flustered. "His Royal Higness! The king has summoned you to an important meeting! He has called upon all the nobility to attend and is about to begin! I am sorry for getting you so late, but I could not find you!"
Gavril's eyes widened. An important meeting was about to be held and he was going to be late? He hadn't even had the chance to wash up after his practice session. His eyes narrowed on the page in the infamous LaurenΘiu disproving glare that could curdle one's very blood. "This should have been the first place you checked!" he growled as he hastily as he wet his towel and tried to clean off as best as he could as he rushed towards the door. He was always in the training facility so he found the page's excuse a terrible lie. He pulled on his clothing as he made his way to the meeting room. If the king had already started speaking, so help him he was going to find that page later and skewer him alive over a spit! This was unacceptable! Above all things Gavril hated being late to anything. It was either early or on time, but never late!
The vampire managed to slide into the meeting room doing his best to disguise his pant and ran his hand through his dark locks one last time in an attempt to make it look presentable and less disorganized than he felt in that moment. At least his clothing wasn't rumpled. Damn it he valued his appearance and his ability to seem ever calm. Damn page. At least the king hadn't started his speech though it seemed he had made it just in time. He rushed to his seat beside his sister and the prince, a high honor to be seated so close to both the king and the prince. He offered his sister and the prince a smile in greeting though he barely managed a nod to his brother. He even gave a nod to Millicent in acknowledgement of her presence. Unlike many of the other vampires, he did not fear her nor did he believe the silly rumors about her eyes stealing peoples souls. It was just hogwash really. Millicent was an interesting vampire to say the least however and she did have her mysteries... mysteries he wished to one day dispel.
No matter, all that was for later pondering. He turned his attention to his king and folded his hands, ever the model of an attentive and loyal duke. He owed the world to the king and saw him much as a father figure, especially after his own father's passing. He would do just about anything for the man should he be asked. He respected no man higher and was honored to be thought of so highly as to outrank all of the dukes gathered around the table and even the prince beside him. Of the vampires assembled, he also fancied himself the one closest to the king considering the man favored him. Which made his tardiness all the more unbearable. He was going to have to make sure he found that page later and deal with him personally for his mistake.
Gin made the terrible mistake of being greatly distracted by a heap of puzzles last night, that he managed to solve from his puzzle book. Of course he didn't solve all of them, just enough to force his body to sleep. So there Gin lay, sprawled out on his bed, only half the blankets remained on him, the rest on the floor and his puzzle book on his face. Sleeping quite contently really, not even awakening to the noisy halls filled with yelling Pages and the commotion of everyone frantically trying to get ready. Until the alarmingly loud air horn filled his ears and he instantly jolted, sitting upright. The book slid off his face and onto his lap as a very startled Gin collected himself, allowing his heart to calm down. He rubbed his eyes and frowned, quite irritated to have been woken up so suddenly. "What the hell?!" Gin exclaimed crossly until the yelling of a Page alerted him of the situation. Everyone was to meet on the parade square.
"Shit!" Realising the importance of the situation and why he was awoken, Gin frantically jumped out of bed, rushing around his room like a headless chicken. Quickly he started getting undressed, then redressed as fast as humanly possible into his uniform. Gin hear a knock at the door followed by a familiar voice; it was Shiro. Of course, he was the only one who would really be bothered with Gin. He'd have to thank him later. "Coming! Just a sec-" His sentence cut short as he began hopping on one foot, attempting to put his shoes on while the other leg had yet to go through the last pants leg. Almost tripping over he rushed to the door, opened it up to reveal to Shiro a quite messy, frantic, Gin. His eyes wide as adrenalin rushed through his body. His hair messy and his shirt was inside out. "Come on let's go!" With that said, he closed the door behind him, snaked around Shiro, grabbing hold of his arm and started running towards the parade square amongst the wave of people.
Finally making it, he stood in line and up straight, salute in position, at complete attention, letting out a sigh of relief; they had just made it. He glanced at Shiro for a brief moment, revealing an amused grin at the mayhem they had just been through.
"Shit!" Realising the importance of the situation and why he was awoken, Gin frantically jumped out of bed, rushing around his room like a headless chicken. Quickly he started getting undressed, then redressed as fast as humanly possible into his uniform. Gin hear a knock at the door followed by a familiar voice; it was Shiro. Of course, he was the only one who would really be bothered with Gin. He'd have to thank him later. "Coming! Just a sec-" His sentence cut short as he began hopping on one foot, attempting to put his shoes on while the other leg had yet to go through the last pants leg. Almost tripping over he rushed to the door, opened it up to reveal to Shiro a quite messy, frantic, Gin. His eyes wide as adrenalin rushed through his body. His hair messy and his shirt was inside out. "Come on let's go!" With that said, he closed the door behind him, snaked around Shiro, grabbing hold of his arm and started running towards the parade square amongst the wave of people.
Finally making it, he stood in line and up straight, salute in position, at complete attention, letting out a sigh of relief; they had just made it. He glanced at Shiro for a brief moment, revealing an amused grin at the mayhem they had just been through.
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Shibuya, 12:30 PM, Oct 26th 2024
The cawing of birds, the frantic running of various troops, the shouting and yelling at people to wake up. It was all a rude awakening. No one bothered to personally wake Narcis up. As far as he was concerned, going into his room is trespassing the king. Even though Narcis isn't without reason to yell at someone just for entering. The rumors and the myths don't exactly plead not guilty.
Narcis's morning routine wasn't very long. Beauty sleep is the only preparation he needs for the day. Though he brushes his teeth because his policy of non-permanent solution is overpowered by thinking that people with smelly breath is disgusting. He sloppily puts on his uniform. Narcis isn't rushing, even if he is careless with his attire, he's careless about this whole operation.
Glasses and a stick of gum tied the ribbon on his morning routine. Eclipse Winterfrost, to Narcis, names like these are useless. "Just call it, Mint flavored chewing gum." The thought unmannerly barged into his mind as he opened the door and slowly walked outside.
Distraught soldiers were tripping over themselves, being late was punishable. A stern talking to, or for the low-ranking ones, even worse. Narcis grasped the bagel he took from his pantry. Narcis hated simpleton foods such as this one, bland, un-tasteful, any kind of spread couldn't save this wheeled shaped litter. As Narcis was taking his sweet-ass time, taking bites from his bagel. The last of the soldiers got into ranks. Obviously, Narcis was even later then the last of them. Arriving at the end of the line, a few minutes after, even spitting out his gum near the line. Of course someone would notice, and that someone was not particularly pleased.
"You seem to be taking your time, Should I have timed you, Mr. Chevalier?
"It's not called taking my time, I believe in appearance over speed. After you remove that piece of rice below your lip, Shall I give you a lesson?
The man furiously wiped his mouth. He was about to say something, but was stopped by the other generals behind him. The burly individual glared at Narcis before looking forward. Narcis smiled, They can't hurt him. Narcis lazily got into his salute.
"Why are we here so early anyways?" This question quickly crossed his mind, Narcis was sure the people next to him were wondering the same thing. It was obvious that they were going out to the battlefield, but Narcis wasn't very pleased. As much as he enjoys besting opponents, Human or Vampire. Narcis had an intenseear bursting guitar practice session planned for the morning.
Narcis's morning routine wasn't very long. Beauty sleep is the only preparation he needs for the day. Though he brushes his teeth because his policy of non-permanent solution is overpowered by thinking that people with smelly breath is disgusting. He sloppily puts on his uniform. Narcis isn't rushing, even if he is careless with his attire, he's careless about this whole operation.
Glasses and a stick of gum tied the ribbon on his morning routine. Eclipse Winterfrost, to Narcis, names like these are useless. "Just call it, Mint flavored chewing gum." The thought unmannerly barged into his mind as he opened the door and slowly walked outside.
Distraught soldiers were tripping over themselves, being late was punishable. A stern talking to, or for the low-ranking ones, even worse. Narcis grasped the bagel he took from his pantry. Narcis hated simpleton foods such as this one, bland, un-tasteful, any kind of spread couldn't save this wheeled shaped litter. As Narcis was taking his sweet-ass time, taking bites from his bagel. The last of the soldiers got into ranks. Obviously, Narcis was even later then the last of them. Arriving at the end of the line, a few minutes after, even spitting out his gum near the line. Of course someone would notice, and that someone was not particularly pleased.
"You seem to be taking your time, Should I have timed you, Mr. Chevalier?
"It's not called taking my time, I believe in appearance over speed. After you remove that piece of rice below your lip, Shall I give you a lesson?
The man furiously wiped his mouth. He was about to say something, but was stopped by the other generals behind him. The burly individual glared at Narcis before looking forward. Narcis smiled, They can't hurt him. Narcis lazily got into his salute.
"Why are we here so early anyways?" This question quickly crossed his mind, Narcis was sure the people next to him were wondering the same thing. It was obvious that they were going out to the battlefield, but Narcis wasn't very pleased. As much as he enjoys besting opponents, Human or Vampire. Narcis had an intense
Cordelia awoke to the knocking of the door. βCome in.β She murmured sleepily as she sat up, golden locks forming a messy halo around her head. Though Cordelia wasnβt averse to waking up early, her sleeping habits were much like a childβs, going to sleep early and waking up after exactly eight hours. It was only healthy, as her mother would say.
The door was opened to reveal a page, standing at attention as he spoke. βLady, the king has called an important meeting. He has summoned all nobility to attend.β A meeting? It sounds like something interesting was going to happen, considering that the King would not simply call upon all nobles for any trivial meeting. Perhaps it had something to do with the humansβ¦ A murderous look flashed in her eyes for a second. She would never forgive those vile humans for what they did to her father. For every bit of pain they inflicted on him, she was going to repay it ten times over. Still, she smiled at the page politely, nodding to dismiss him before pushing herself off the bed and going toward the dressing room. It wasnβt particularly early, but she didnβt feel as if she was in too much of a hurry. A lady shouldnβt be too early or too late, she should arrive right on time.
Brushing her hair, she pulled her corkscrew curls into two neat twintails, using her ribbon as a hair band. This time, she chose a flowing blue gown to go to the meeting. It was one of the rare few her mother had designed for her, considering the fact that Cordelia had a hobby in making her own clothes. It might be just her intuition, but this meeting was definitely quite serious, and she needed to make a good impression.
Even though it took some time before she decided that she looked satisfactory, Cordelia was still among the first to arrive at the meeting. The seats were rather high, it was obvious that they were meant for those looking like adults. It was another problem with vampires perhaps, but Cordelia could never look her age. She wasnβt a child by vampire standards any longer, though her body was still developing slowly. Swinging her legs under the table, she waited a little impatiently for the others to arrive. βSaxon!β She beamed at her adopted brother in delight, before her attention diverted to a figure clad in red. βItβs nice to see you here as well, Milly!β She called out, giving the Baroness a small wave. Millicent was someone her brothers knew, and though Cordelia had never spoken to her before her brothers seemed to have a good impression of her.
Prince Kyogo arrived next, and he was greeted with a bright smile as well when he took his seat. Gavril was unusually not present yet, however. Cordelia arched her neck, looking for her brother as the other nobles filed in. It was quite odd, considering how much his brother valued his pride. He was always punctual or early in all the years she knew him. He appeared soon however, and Cordelia returned his greeting, though the nod toward Saxon made her frown slightly. The atmosphere between them had been unusually cold lately, and Cordelia never understood why. If she was absolutely honest, she had her doubts toward the prince for causing the sudden distance, but she would never admit that fact. She knew that it wasnβt polite to make baseless accusations.
The King started addressing them then, causing her to snap to attention. Sitting upright in the position that had been drilled into her head, Cordelia crossed her legs underneath the table and rested her hands on her lap expectantly.
Atsuko woke up at seven in the morning as usual. It was when training usually started, and her body that was conditioned to expect it had not forgotten, causing her eyelids to flutter open exactly the same time as the clock next to her started beeping. Her hand reached out to tap the clock silent, and ruby red eyes stared up at the ceiling as her sleepy mind tried to pull itself together. Ah yes, training. It didnβt take her long to get dressed, Atsukoβs mind was in autopilot as she changed, drowsily brushed her teeth and got ready to do her exercises. It was a routine set, and she had never missed a day of it. Despite how it might appear, her body was tuned to the military style training.
Her morning exercises were long over when the call came for them to assemble, and Atsuko was reading a book about first aid when the announcement for assembly came. Giving the messenger a quick nod, she changed into her uniform impeccably, striding out to join the soldiers in a neat file. Her brother would be disappointed if she arrived late or just on time, a soldier always needed to prepared and punctual.
She held her red scarf closer as she stood on the tips of her toes, trying to seek out the others from a sea of unfamiliar heads. Todayβs gathering must be something quite important since there was so many here, but Atsuko didnβt want to lose sight of their group. It might be a sense of security when she was around with them, even though she was positive that most of them didnβt have a good impression of her. Perhaps she just wasnβt good enough to prove her worth.
She spent the rest of her morning leisurely completing her morning rituals. From making her bed, to eating her light breakfast, and putting on some of her more comfortable clothes. Rising from her daily routine stretches Asrai made her way into her living room to her moderate sized indoor garden. With butterfly-like touches she ran her fingers over their leaves, stems and flowers. Cataloging the progress they were making. Smiling, she spoke to them softly. Whispering sweet nothings to them as if they were her significant other. In a way, they were. Or maybe she was just strange.
In one hand, she grasped her small trimmers and set to work. Some of their vines were wrapping around her small alter set aside in memory of her parents. That could not do. With one Snip and another, she put the blades down and admired her handiwork. Reaching for her watering can, she carefully and lovingly gave each a drink. Making sure not to drown or give any one of them too little.
A harsh and rapid knock at her door made her tense and she swiftly went to answer it. Opening the door to greet a young page out of breath. She tilted her head and waited patiently for him to force out a comprehensible message, thanking him for it when he was finally successful. Closing the door as he left Asrai let out a small sigh and began to pull off her relaxation clothes on the way back into her bedroom.
Emerging from her home and into the throngs of bustling bodies dressed in her immaculate uniform. She hastily made it into the parade square where they were to meet. Seamlessly slipping into the line of soldiers, Asrai stood with perfect posture and awaited the undoubtedly important announcements from the General. Catching sight of her younger teammate, Atsuko, she offered the girl a soft smile.
Mina wasn't all too happy about the sudden meeting, and it wasn't because her regular plans with the king were cancelled. Under other circumstances she would have been ecstatic to be free from their Saturday lunch. She could act polite and do as she's told to stay in the King's good graces, but that didn't mean she enjoyed his company. It was exhausting having to fulfill his every whim, most often he requested her to play a song on her flute for him. Others he would challenge her to a game of some sorts, like chess. Of course she had to let him win every time, so it had become an endless cycle of losses and long winded conversations she cared little about. A sudden assembly like this certainly couldn't be good. The King wasn't one to frivolously flaunt his power, towards the nobles at least.
Not wanting to waste what little free time she had left on worrying about the meeting, Mina flopped down into her favorite chair. Grabbing the book she had left there the night before, she began to read. Soon finding herself lost within its, contently following the main character's adventure. Time flew by, and before she knew it there was a knock on her door.
Knowing it was likely a page here to remind her of the assembly, she stood up to answer it lethargically. Opening the door she revealed an older looking page. "The meeting starts in 5 minutes, you might want to put on something presentable." He didn't seem to approve of her casual attire consisting of a sweater and shorts. She had originally intended on changing, but now that he mentioned it, she decided to stay in her current clothes just to bother him.
"There's no need. After all, I can't be late." Slipping past the page, she abandoned him in the doorway as she walked to the auditorium. Slipping into a vacant seat towards the back of the theater, she didn't have to wait long. The King stepped out onto the stage almost immediately after she had entered the room.
"My loyal subjects, I'm sorry to have gathered you here on such short notice, but it's for good reason. As you know, the humans have been attacking our settlements and killing the residents, just a few weeks ago they managed to slaughter a pureblood." A gasp escaped the lips of those who had not yet heard this news, Mina included. "We've lived in peace with the humans for far too long. We watched as they destroyed their own planet with pollution and garbage, we watched as they fought amongst themselves with their weapons of mass destruction. No longer will we sit back and watch, no, today is the day we act. We will obliterate the remainder of the human race!" Cheers rose up from the crowd, but Mina just sat there in shock. Not yet comprehending the King's words. "In two hours time we will launch a full out attack on Shibuya, please take this time to say your goodbyes to friends and family as you may not see them again." With that he sauntered of the stage and the room was filled with the whispers and shouts of the vampires.
Not wanting to waste what little free time she had left on worrying about the meeting, Mina flopped down into her favorite chair. Grabbing the book she had left there the night before, she began to read. Soon finding herself lost within its, contently following the main character's adventure. Time flew by, and before she knew it there was a knock on her door.
Knowing it was likely a page here to remind her of the assembly, she stood up to answer it lethargically. Opening the door she revealed an older looking page. "The meeting starts in 5 minutes, you might want to put on something presentable." He didn't seem to approve of her casual attire consisting of a sweater and shorts. She had originally intended on changing, but now that he mentioned it, she decided to stay in her current clothes just to bother him.
"There's no need. After all, I can't be late." Slipping past the page, she abandoned him in the doorway as she walked to the auditorium. Slipping into a vacant seat towards the back of the theater, she didn't have to wait long. The King stepped out onto the stage almost immediately after she had entered the room.
"My loyal subjects, I'm sorry to have gathered you here on such short notice, but it's for good reason. As you know, the humans have been attacking our settlements and killing the residents, just a few weeks ago they managed to slaughter a pureblood." A gasp escaped the lips of those who had not yet heard this news, Mina included. "We've lived in peace with the humans for far too long. We watched as they destroyed their own planet with pollution and garbage, we watched as they fought amongst themselves with their weapons of mass destruction. No longer will we sit back and watch, no, today is the day we act. We will obliterate the remainder of the human race!" Cheers rose up from the crowd, but Mina just sat there in shock. Not yet comprehending the King's words. "In two hours time we will launch a full out attack on Shibuya, please take this time to say your goodbyes to friends and family as you may not see them again." With that he sauntered of the stage and the room was filled with the whispers and shouts of the vampires.
Shiro chuckled a bit as he took in the appearance of his panicked friend, he hadn't even managed to put his shirt right. Though he was sure he wasn't in pristine condition either. If they did a uniform inspection both of them would likely be chastised. On a day like this he doubted anyone would pass though, you can't look like the typical clean cut soldier in 5 minutes unless you were some kind of superhero.
Before Shiro had the chance to say anything more, Gin had grabbed his arm and they were running towards the parade square. Pushing their way through the throng of people attempting to do the same. After several chaotic minutes of of running, they finally made it. Falling into line at attention, holding his hand in a salute as he waited.
As the General stepped onto the stage there were a number of whispers among the soldiers. He rarely made a public appearance, normally sending the Lieutenant in his place. Making a public appearance like this, Shiro was certain he wasn't the harbinger of good news. He shot Gin a worried glance, as a pit began to form in his stomach.
"Comrades, I can't say I bear good news. We have reason to believe that the vampires plan on attacking us here in Shibuya." A few mumbles slipped through the lips of the soldiers, but they were promptly silenced by their neighbours. "From what we've heard they could be upon us in as few as three hours, we will use what short time we have to strengthen our defenses and move civilians to Empire headquarters, they should be safest there. Lower ranks are to report to their squadrons immediately after we finish here where you'll be given your assigned area. Soldiers with a noble class weapon or above help to evacuate the citizens and assemble in Lieutenant Aisawa's office in an hour. Fight with all your strength to protect the remainder of the human race from these monsters. Dismissed!" The lines quickly fell apart as the soldiers reported to their respective stations.
Before Shiro had the chance to say anything more, Gin had grabbed his arm and they were running towards the parade square. Pushing their way through the throng of people attempting to do the same. After several chaotic minutes of of running, they finally made it. Falling into line at attention, holding his hand in a salute as he waited.
As the General stepped onto the stage there were a number of whispers among the soldiers. He rarely made a public appearance, normally sending the Lieutenant in his place. Making a public appearance like this, Shiro was certain he wasn't the harbinger of good news. He shot Gin a worried glance, as a pit began to form in his stomach.
"Comrades, I can't say I bear good news. We have reason to believe that the vampires plan on attacking us here in Shibuya." A few mumbles slipped through the lips of the soldiers, but they were promptly silenced by their neighbours. "From what we've heard they could be upon us in as few as three hours, we will use what short time we have to strengthen our defenses and move civilians to Empire headquarters, they should be safest there. Lower ranks are to report to their squadrons immediately after we finish here where you'll be given your assigned area. Soldiers with a noble class weapon or above help to evacuate the citizens and assemble in Lieutenant Aisawa's office in an hour. Fight with all your strength to protect the remainder of the human race from these monsters. Dismissed!" The lines quickly fell apart as the soldiers reported to their respective stations.
Gavril's hands tightened into fists where they rested on the table and his eyes narrowed in his anger. Finally the king had decided on a full on attack on the humans. It made his heart race in eagerness that he would get the chance to put the bastards in their place. It was very likely that the human that had killed his father and nearly killed him would be there. He'd finally be able to exact his revenge on her as well. He would show her the might of the LaurenΘiu line. He could already imagine his sword sliding into that wicked heart. Or maybe he would just damage her enough that she could not fight him as he plunged his fangs into her neck and drank her dry. He wanted her to suffer for what she did. He couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lip before he turned his attention back to the meeting at hand. He could fantasize about what he'd do to the human later.
The duke sat back in his chair when the king departed after his announcement and reached up to rub his chin. There was a small part of him that wondered if this was a good thing. He remembered how he and his sister and gone into a blood rage and tried to take on a human settlement themselves. It very nearly cost them their lives. Was this a similar situation? Perhaps the king was close to the pureblood that had been slaughtered. Was he thinking clearly? What if this was some sort of attack? Physically attacking Shibuya would mean that they were going into the heart of human civilization and attacking its main stronghold. The humans would have the advantage in that terrain. Hopefully, this wasn't a set up and they could catch the humans by surprise. He would have to keep an close eye on the young prince and his sister... and his brother. He may have mixed feelings about his father's bastard but he didn't want him dead either. It wasn't Saxon's fault his father had strayed after all and he had grown up with the boy.
Gavril turned to his siblings then as he stood from his seat. He would have to make sure they were all well prepared. "All right, you heard the king," he announced. "We need to get ourselves prepared physically and mentally." He knew Saxon had a fascination with the humans and he didn't share the ire that he and his sister held in their hearts so that final point was more directed towards him. "We are going to war and you both need to be ready for what is to come. Stay on your toes. Stay close to the prince. That way we can protect each other if it comes down to it," he instructed. Oh and mother... she would be sad to see the three of them leaving. They needed to say proper good-byes to her.
"Once you are done getting ready, I expect each of you to give proper good-byes to Mother. We will meet at the stables and ride together. Hop to." Gavril might as well take this quick moment to clean himself up as well. He hurried out of the room and rushed through a shower before he dressed and pulled on his black brigandine beneath his attire. He proudly bore his family's emblem upon his breast and secured his sword belt on his hips. When he had everything that he needed for the fight, he hurried to his mother's side.
She was in her personal little garden reading in her favorite chair. His heart ached when he saw her. She was such a strong woman and did so much for all of them. He didn't want to bring her any sad news. He truly loved her so much. He knocked lightly on the door before he entered the room. His mother looked up and gave her eldest a smile.
"Gavril! What a pleasant surprise." She set her book down and sat up with grace to rival the elegant swans. Her smile faded when she realized he was dressed for war and held his helmet in the crook of his arm. Gavril knelt beside his mother and kissed her knuckles in fealty before he gave her a hug. "The king has decided to attack the humans then?"
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"I see." The woman sighed and put a brave face on. She caressed her boy's face before she squeezed his shoulder. "Take care of your brother and sister, Gavril. You have far more experience in battle than they and will look to you for guidance."
"I will, Mother. I'll make sure they come home safely.
"There's a good lad," she smiled. "Don't forget to take care of yourself to. I want to see you walking through those gates when the party returns as well."
Gavril nodded to his mother and gave her another hug before he left the room and headed for the stables to saddle his horse and wait for his siblings.
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It hadn't taken long for the rest of the vampires to filter in. Saxon had walked by her as he entered, the fool even dare touch her hair. She didn't want people knowing they were working together. Her small childlike features twisted into a scowl. He looked a mess, did he even try to look nice for such a gathering as this? Milly was becoming rather irritated, then however her irritation lessened a bit as The Grand Duke made an appearance. It was always a treat to see Gavril. Millicent even managed a sly smile as the man nodded her way. He also seemed a bit out of sorts, worse so than Saxon. However instead of feeling disgust, Milicent laughed softly to herself. She didn't know why, but Gavril's lack of composure compared to the rest of them, was very amusing.
After a few moments the king spoke. It was such a shock, gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd, even Millicent herself was caught off-guard. So much so she even caught her mouth hanging open slightly. Killed a Pureblood? That's impossible! No human-filth should be able to take down a vampire of that caliber. Unless. . . Unless they have become suddenly much stronger. Her mind flickered back to a moment in time, a few years ago when she herself had led an attack on a prominent human family. Milly had easily slain one of the prized children. To think now that the tables had turned so quickly. It was so much to take in. She needed time to think, she needed to focus on her goals. This human war would only get in the way of her plan. She had worked too hard for too long to have it all foiled this easily. Rising quickly after the king finished talking she began a brisk pace out of the auditorium, she needed to speak with Saxon. They needed to discuss their plan. Now they would have to work even harder! All of this excitement, the chance to slaughter not only the king but also humans as well? It caused an empowered smirk to crawl onto her face as she walked.
She spotted the man, getting a pep-talk from Gavril, Milly paused to listen. Ah yes, such a determined power he was, this Grand Duke. A part of her longed to know more about him. She quickly pushed it away, Saxon was her goal. Stepping up to him after Gavril had made his way out Milly's crimson eyes locked onto the boy. Her very soft and calm voice was practically a whisper and yet the noise in the building felt distorted and far away as she spoke, highlighting her own voice.
"Lord Saxon, I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of accompanying me back to my manor. I have a few things I wish to discuss with you. About the upcoming war, of course." It was a bold request although she felt like the urgency of the situation required such boldness.
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It hadn't taken long for the rest of the vampires to filter in. Saxon had walked by her as he entered, the fool even dare touch her hair. She didn't want people knowing they were working together. Her small childlike features twisted into a scowl. He looked a mess, did he even try to look nice for such a gathering as this? Milly was becoming rather irritated, then however her irritation lessened a bit as The Grand Duke made an appearance. It was always a treat to see Gavril. Millicent even managed a sly smile as the man nodded her way. He also seemed a bit out of sorts, worse so than Saxon. However instead of feeling disgust, Milicent laughed softly to herself. She didn't know why, but Gavril's lack of composure compared to the rest of them, was very amusing.
After a few moments the king spoke. It was such a shock, gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd, even Millicent herself was caught off-guard. So much so she even caught her mouth hanging open slightly. Killed a Pureblood? That's impossible! No human-filth should be able to take down a vampire of that caliber. Unless. . . Unless they have become suddenly much stronger. Her mind flickered back to a moment in time, a few years ago when she herself had led an attack on a prominent human family. Milly had easily slain one of the prized children. To think now that the tables had turned so quickly. It was so much to take in. She needed time to think, she needed to focus on her goals. This human war would only get in the way of her plan. She had worked too hard for too long to have it all foiled this easily. Rising quickly after the king finished talking she began a brisk pace out of the auditorium, she needed to speak with Saxon. They needed to discuss their plan. Now they would have to work even harder! All of this excitement, the chance to slaughter not only the king but also humans as well? It caused an empowered smirk to crawl onto her face as she walked.
She spotted the man, getting a pep-talk from Gavril, Milly paused to listen. Ah yes, such a determined power he was, this Grand Duke. A part of her longed to know more about him. She quickly pushed it away, Saxon was her goal. Stepping up to him after Gavril had made his way out Milly's crimson eyes locked onto the boy. Her very soft and calm voice was practically a whisper and yet the noise in the building felt distorted and far away as she spoke, highlighting her own voice.
"Lord Saxon, I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of accompanying me back to my manor. I have a few things I wish to discuss with you. About the upcoming war, of course." It was a bold request although she felt like the urgency of the situation required such boldness.
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She had no reaction to the news. It was obvious, the rising tension, the vampires growing closer to the city with each strike, they were going to attempt to attack the very core of the human forces. It was about time if anything. To be honest, Athena was surprised they had waited this long to play such a trick. They were getting ready to fight, but Athena was already prepared. She wore her weapon around her neck, a contract with a demon that turned into a scythe when needed. Her weapons was always there, it was the borrowed strength Athena believed she needed to take revenge for her sister. "Wait for me Artemis," Athena whispered as she was given the instructions as to how to proceed.
First there was going to be an evacuation of all citizens, the smartest, and safest move. It was concerning though, if they moved all of the humans, did they ensure that the place was secure? That the vampires didn't know where the humans were going to be hiding? If they did and they said that they were going to attack Shibuya, then went after the shelters, things could become troublesome. No one was listening, the half shouted whispers began to ripple through the crowd like a stone dropped in a pond, creating large waves that grew smaller as they reached the shore. Lights like fireflies, flickering out one by one as the evacuation began.
Athena stepped out of line, there was no point staying in formation if they were supposed to move. First she had to assist, then she would get to fight. The thought of facing the girl who had killed her sister, of the boy she had scarred with a promise of finishing the job. Athena's hands clenched into fists. "I'm going to kill him," it was whispered in a crowd, no one could hear her, even if they could, Athena was sure many of them felt the same about the vampires. The sneaky species that would take any underhanded action if it meant rising to power.
First there was going to be an evacuation of all citizens, the smartest, and safest move. It was concerning though, if they moved all of the humans, did they ensure that the place was secure? That the vampires didn't know where the humans were going to be hiding? If they did and they said that they were going to attack Shibuya, then went after the shelters, things could become troublesome. No one was listening, the half shouted whispers began to ripple through the crowd like a stone dropped in a pond, creating large waves that grew smaller as they reached the shore. Lights like fireflies, flickering out one by one as the evacuation began.
Athena stepped out of line, there was no point staying in formation if they were supposed to move. First she had to assist, then she would get to fight. The thought of facing the girl who had killed her sister, of the boy she had scarred with a promise of finishing the job. Athena's hands clenched into fists. "I'm going to kill him," it was whispered in a crowd, no one could hear her, even if they could, Athena was sure many of them felt the same about the vampires. The sneaky species that would take any underhanded action if it meant rising to power.
It was a well known fact Kygo wasn't a loving person. He tolerated being forced to do social interactions but neglected to hide his dislike on occasion. He just honestly couldn't care less.
Gavril arrived and though Kygo didn't love him, he was one of the few individuals who put up with Kygo enough to realize that the prince wasn't just being a horrible person because that's how he is. Gavril was one of the few people who took the time to learn that grief and loneliness and a combination of other things led to Kygo's sour attitude. That and being constantly let down by himself and others.
Princess Cordelia, a bright eyed smaller vampire than Kygo, but adorable nonetheless. She smiled at him and Kygo couldn't help but give the little girl a wink. Kygo spotted Mina as she entered and frowned slightly. She hadn't dressed up at all, in fact, she was possibly the least dressed up in the entire room. He rolled his eyes as he turned around to watch his father. Kygo schooled his face for the announcement having already known the truth. It had been a friend of his even, a fellow who wasn't cruel but wasn't a saint. Kygo remained silent as the cheers around him grew in volume. He knew to question his father would be to disrespect him, but Kygo wasn't sure if he had the same viewpoints regardless.
Kygo breathed deeply and sharply when his father said they were leaving in two hours. That soon? That soon and everything could change. Kygo had a pit in his stomach now at the thought. He'd need to drink soon so he could focus and not feel as if he would need to eat every human he came across though he knew it wouldn't be likely to do it regardless...
Kygo leaned back further in his seat, making eye contact with his father and looking away almost instantly. It was definitely hard for Kygo to not be entirely hateful towards the humans and want to attack them all, each and every one of them, but his mother wouldn't want this, his mother would never have wanted full out war on a group of people that had mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers as well.
Kygo looked to Gavril as he stood up nearby and rallied the vampires. He spoke to protect Kygo and though Kygo was touched, he knew only a few people would genuinely protect Kygo as a friend, most would only do it as their duty, thankfully only a few would pretend they tried and walk in the opposite direction.
Kygo stood, looking out at the crowd before walking to the stage and climbing onto it beside his father, having no qualms with the potential inappropriateness.
"Mother wouldn't have wanted this and you know it, but I will be beside them," Kygo managed under his breath so only his father heard. He stated it as a matter of fact but with relenting in his tone at the same time before turning and leaving. Walking quickly, people stepping aside for him as he strode purposefully forward.
Kygo went to his rooms, changing quickly into something more practical. Cargo pants and a simple cotton shirt under a jacket with material so thick, even the sun wouldn't burn him through it. Kygo found his training combat boots and his dual katanas which he strapped around his waste. They had been presents from his father on his one hundred fiftieth birthday.
Kygo didn't bother going to drink before he walked to the stables, purposefully and without hesitation. His horse was already prepared and Kygo mounted the animal with a grace that humans rarely possessed. The horse was a bright white, an odd color considering the vampires rare connection to white, but a similar horse had been of his mother's and Kygo took every opportunity to feel closer that he could get.
Kygo sighed inwardly as he ran his hands through his horse's mane, letting the soft hair run through his fingers and wondered what would be the results at the end of the night. Most likely, he would either be dead, wounded, hurt, barely alive, or alive. He wasn't sure what he was okay with and what he was against and that thought scared him as he sat, waiting for the signal to ride.
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