Armands Rise to Power: The heavy iron doors to the banquet room burst open. Before them stood a young man whos face was buried into the neck of a guard. He had blood red hair and pale skin. He raised his head slowly and turned to face the gathered crowd of noblemen gathered before him and smirked, wiping his blood soaked lips clean on the back of his sleeve. He wore a black, ornate coat with silver trimmings and white pants. He had knee-length, brown leather boots and the smirk upon his black lips barely concealed his sharp fangs. Foolish humans. Your dreams are great, but misguided. You fight to bring peace to a world where you remain in power. Humans are naturally stupid. Do you not realize that peace is a lie? He paused, waiting for them to speak. The man who sat at the head of the table spoke up, attempting to hide his fear from this stranger, Peace is within our grasp. Wh-what would make you believe it is a lie? What gives you the right to claim disgust at humanity and its dream? The young man raised his hand to his face while placing the other against the door while trying to hold back his laughter, It seems I was wrong. Everyone was wrong about you. You are called the smartest men in the world, yet you fail to see your own folly. PEACE IS A FARCE! Humanity is far too malicious and far too selfish for it to last, and I refuse to allow you to tear your race down under misguided notions. I will expose peace for what it is, and Ill raise my own world upon your corpses! There was a shout and mass confusion before the man at the head of the table laughed. He waved his arm around to indicate all of the men in the room, You are but one against all of us. Men who have trained extensively in the art of combat. What makes you think you can kill us all? The young man smirked, removing the scarf around his neck as it changed into a rapier. I am Armand dEpee, and I am the devil himself! ... Armand approached the man who had spoken out against him. Look around you, he said, waving his rapier, indicating the blood stained walls of the banquet hall, Human conviction is weak in the face of fear. Peace in the hands of these men would have crumbled under the weight of their selfish desire. You are the only one who fought me. The rest tried to flee. You are the only one who will be honored this day with a quick death. What do you want?! What do you gain from this cruel display?! the man shouted as he clutched the bleeding stump where his sword hand used to be. Armand sighed before sitting next to him against the wall. I do this for love. I do this so that I may protect mankind from itself because I appreciate it where the gods do not. I do this so that I may meet my love in the after life. I hope that you may forgive me.
Posted on: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 00:46:56 +0000
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