Throne Room, Eclesious Castle, Dukedom of Fraile
"Please my Lady, show me mercy." The fearful plea of a broken man. It was truly a wonderful scene to behold a person so high and proud be reduced into fragments of nothing more but a sniveling coward. Ah yes, the true nature of people can only be seen through the grandeur of defeat and demise. This is partly one of the reasons; she does what she is known for. "Now, my precious Baron Cowell." Her voice cradled with such sickening sweetness. She stood from her Royal Throne that she holds. Her flaming red gown trailed behind her like an unyielding lover. Golden tresses much like the sun was her veil and crown. Skin like the paleness of a ghost, contrasting the black gems which serves as her eyes. She was a vision of heavenly beauty and fitting for her stature as a Duchess of the Dukedom of Fraile.
"Have you done anything which would warrant my mercy?" The elderly Baron was gingerly sweating due to the nervousness of his current situation. His family already part of the dead caused by an unknown plague. Every one which had been in cahoots with him in the assassination of the Duke of Fraile was brutally killed by assailants with no identity. Now, he was cast into nightmares every sleeping moment he has. He was going insane and so here he is before the widow of the Duke he had killed to inherit the right to rule. However, he did not count on the Duchess being a cunning and menacing person to be up against. It was unexpected as the Duchess was more reserved and could not break glass when the Duke was still alive.
"My sins against the Duke, your husband..." A long narrative wrapped with ambition, deceit, guilt, and shame. Pushed to his limits, he believes that a confession could bring him a new set of purity. How selfish. How putrid. Once something is stained, it will never be lifted despite the appearance of white. The imprint had already done its mark. Its effects have already spread to the degree of no return. "What I have done is unforgivable. I would accept your punishment. Anything, my Lady." Those eyes looked at her with such entreaty. He was truly groveling before her, a man that would arrogantly perceive her as nothing was now a distant memory. "Ah, forgiveness, mercy, favor, charity..." She stated in a breathless manner as she encircled the Baron as if he was encased in a steel bird cage.
The Baron has his head lowered and could not help but quiver due to the Duchess' closeness to him. "How can someone like me give you something, my dear Baron Cowell?" She stated as she stopped before him and leaned her head closed to his ear. There was a pause which only increased the suspense engulfing the hall. "When this body of mine is already dead?" Hearing those words, the Baron widened his eyes in disbelief. However, it was far too late. The Duchess placed a feathery kiss on his cheek and surely enough, he began to rot at a fast pace. He screamed with such intense fear and pain. Then, about a few seconds, he was nothing more but piles of bones and silence returned to the halls. A glint of smile appeared upon her lips and a glow so irrevocably delightful present within her eyes. "I grew bore of this place."
With that simple statement, the Dukedom of Fraile had lost its adoration of life. A territory known for its nurturing wonder of nature. Not a spark could be seen. Not a sound could be heard. Not a movement could be detected. It was because all those who have been blessed with the breath of life have taken their last intake of air. It was because death was given to them as reward for their means of amusement. From the flora, to the fauna, and to the Sapiens who roamed its land, they have all fallen to an eternal slumber at a certain being's beckoning. This certain someone? She stood in her blazing red gown at the entrance of Fraile. The Duchess as she had been known. Her form slowly decays, piece by piece, flesh by flesh, until she becomes nothing more but a memoir of dust. It her descent, the Dukedom was now one of the victims in history of a mysterious plague that decimates all life.
Somewhere on Earth
Deep within a consciousness, deep within an imagination, deep within a dream, deep within a slumber, a whimsical impure laughter echoed through the dark confinements of nature. It was tinted with an undertone of intrigue and a hint of malice, nevertheless, there is a feminine and melodic quality wrapped around it. "So cliche... The words spoken with certainty was carried by the wind and soon taken out of reverie. However, what was so cliche? Perhaps, the demise of a certain Dukedom. Rising from the soft cradle of the grass, a form of a slender woman with only tribal markings as a cover could be seen. Her face was hidden underneath a mask resembling that of an owl with vine tentacles protruding around it which could probably be presented as hair.
From that point, she began to take her steps with a gait which could only be described as elegant. "It is time." A declaration which carried such a mysterious yet ominous result. To whom it was meant to? No one could say for she was alone based on anyone's perspective. As she continued with her pace, floating lights of various colors surrounded her. It was like escorting her to a destination filled with the absence of illumination. However, they were not for such purpose. "I already have my fill of tawdry entertainment." She held out a hand in front of her as one of the floating lights was drawn to that gesture. It glowed with an eerily purple sight. Fingers teasingly played with its empty visage while a sly smile was painted upon her lips.
"Now, it is time for some Archite delights."
"Have you done anything which would warrant my mercy?" The elderly Baron was gingerly sweating due to the nervousness of his current situation. His family already part of the dead caused by an unknown plague. Every one which had been in cahoots with him in the assassination of the Duke of Fraile was brutally killed by assailants with no identity. Now, he was cast into nightmares every sleeping moment he has. He was going insane and so here he is before the widow of the Duke he had killed to inherit the right to rule. However, he did not count on the Duchess being a cunning and menacing person to be up against. It was unexpected as the Duchess was more reserved and could not break glass when the Duke was still alive.
"My sins against the Duke, your husband..." A long narrative wrapped with ambition, deceit, guilt, and shame. Pushed to his limits, he believes that a confession could bring him a new set of purity. How selfish. How putrid. Once something is stained, it will never be lifted despite the appearance of white. The imprint had already done its mark. Its effects have already spread to the degree of no return. "What I have done is unforgivable. I would accept your punishment. Anything, my Lady." Those eyes looked at her with such entreaty. He was truly groveling before her, a man that would arrogantly perceive her as nothing was now a distant memory. "Ah, forgiveness, mercy, favor, charity..." She stated in a breathless manner as she encircled the Baron as if he was encased in a steel bird cage.
The Baron has his head lowered and could not help but quiver due to the Duchess' closeness to him. "How can someone like me give you something, my dear Baron Cowell?" She stated as she stopped before him and leaned her head closed to his ear. There was a pause which only increased the suspense engulfing the hall. "When this body of mine is already dead?" Hearing those words, the Baron widened his eyes in disbelief. However, it was far too late. The Duchess placed a feathery kiss on his cheek and surely enough, he began to rot at a fast pace. He screamed with such intense fear and pain. Then, about a few seconds, he was nothing more but piles of bones and silence returned to the halls. A glint of smile appeared upon her lips and a glow so irrevocably delightful present within her eyes. "I grew bore of this place."
With that simple statement, the Dukedom of Fraile had lost its adoration of life. A territory known for its nurturing wonder of nature. Not a spark could be seen. Not a sound could be heard. Not a movement could be detected. It was because all those who have been blessed with the breath of life have taken their last intake of air. It was because death was given to them as reward for their means of amusement. From the flora, to the fauna, and to the Sapiens who roamed its land, they have all fallen to an eternal slumber at a certain being's beckoning. This certain someone? She stood in her blazing red gown at the entrance of Fraile. The Duchess as she had been known. Her form slowly decays, piece by piece, flesh by flesh, until she becomes nothing more but a memoir of dust. It her descent, the Dukedom was now one of the victims in history of a mysterious plague that decimates all life.
Somewhere on Earth
Deep within a consciousness, deep within an imagination, deep within a dream, deep within a slumber, a whimsical impure laughter echoed through the dark confinements of nature. It was tinted with an undertone of intrigue and a hint of malice, nevertheless, there is a feminine and melodic quality wrapped around it. "So cliche... The words spoken with certainty was carried by the wind and soon taken out of reverie. However, what was so cliche? Perhaps, the demise of a certain Dukedom. Rising from the soft cradle of the grass, a form of a slender woman with only tribal markings as a cover could be seen. Her face was hidden underneath a mask resembling that of an owl with vine tentacles protruding around it which could probably be presented as hair.
From that point, she began to take her steps with a gait which could only be described as elegant. "It is time." A declaration which carried such a mysterious yet ominous result. To whom it was meant to? No one could say for she was alone based on anyone's perspective. As she continued with her pace, floating lights of various colors surrounded her. It was like escorting her to a destination filled with the absence of illumination. However, they were not for such purpose. "I already have my fill of tawdry entertainment." She held out a hand in front of her as one of the floating lights was drawn to that gesture. It glowed with an eerily purple sight. Fingers teasingly played with its empty visage while a sly smile was painted upon her lips.
"Now, it is time for some Archite delights."