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"This is his own doing," the silver-haired prince stated coldly, witnessing callously and without opposition to this gruesome attack. Shinon was rendered to essentially Silas's own personal punching bag, having taken quite a few hard, bone-crushing jabs. The crowd was completely enthralled by the beatdown, their voices aloud with pleasure, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

Shinon weakly fell to his knees, gazing upwards in a bloody daze. Leaving him in such a pathetic state was simply not enough to sate the self-proclaimed king. No, Silas wanted to display his power, to completely and utterly dominate the archer. His right hand then grasped Shinon's throat, his fingers viciously wrapping themselves around his neck like a noose.

And in this show of absolute power, he then began to lift the archer up off the ground with but one hand. Quite stimulating was this to the crowd, their frenzy grew as they watched as Silas hold Shinon up high by his throat. He held him up there for what felt like an eternity, the usually spirited archer weak and without motion.

The blaring sound of applause and cheering deafening out Shinon's weak, unpleasant attempts to gasp air. All of these sounds rushed into Shinon's ear, but they all sounded like he were underwater. There were chants of Silas's name, chants for death unsurprisingly. A suggestion like music to Silas's ear, its tune most appealing to his compelling rage.

But much to his disdain, he could not submit himself to his bloodlust. The self-proclaimed king only wished to make an example of Shinon, nothing more. Silas then just tossed the archer away as though discarding trash. The archer fell from the height hard on his back, then curling up, violently coughing and wheezing, just nigh of unconsciousness.
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Silas had begun walking over to Shinon, but the blood-red vision of the self-proclaimed king couldn't help then but to notice Shinon's bow had fallen to his side. It laid there away from its master's side, an instrument of raining death which Silas scooped up.

"If this were any ordinary day, I'd have one of my Loyal Knights exterminate you for daring to threaten me," Silas spoke as he walked over. "Lowbreeds like you have no business with weapons, the only objects in your hand should be a hammer and needle."

Right before Shinon's dull, dazed expression, Silas took his precious bow in hand and effortlessly snapped it in half right before his eyes. To really convey his wrath, Silas then took the remains and snapped those in half. His gelid gaze stared down Shinon through the entire process, judgmental and resentful.

The self-proclaimed king then let go of the pieces of Shinon's most valuable possession, a sight most disheartening to the archer. He then felt the pummeling of his broken bow, Silas having dropped them directly upon his face. "But I am a very generous king who... just so happens to be in a pleasant mood. So pleasant, in fact, that I'll even spare you and forgive your blatant... heedlessness. Be grateful, for I've executed people who committed the same transgression as you before."

Shinon turned to his left, his black-as-coal irises finding then the broken pieces of his bow laying beside him like a fallen comrade. Slowly, weakly, Shinon dragged his hand to them, sorrowfully laying his fingers on the remains. But upon touching those remains did the heavy, weathered boot of Silas Alverra come stomping down on Shinon's hand, crushing it. Shinon's face grimaced, groaning as he felt his hand and fingers wedged awkwardly between the pieces and Silas's foot. The red-headed archer then peeked up with one eye, glaring with malice up at the face of the gelid king.
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17-Mar-2017 21:17:41

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What a sight to behold, a being who held himself truly as though a god looking down upon a mortal. "But remember your place, you pathetic, worthless creature," Silas malevolently uttered, moving his boot around like he were squishing a bug. "Your life bends to my whim."

Upon the conclusion of these words, his hateful, solemn reminder, Silas removed his boot from Shinon's hand. But his eyes continued their assault, gazing down upon Shinon with disgust and pitilessness. The self-proclaimed king then turned away, walking towards the door into his castle.

But Silas had one last stop, ceasing just beside the left shoulder of Raphael. Their eyes met for one last time, a battle of cold steel colliding with cold steel. "I truly hope there is more to your ilk than mere gum flapping," the self-proclaimed king then said quietly to Raphael, meant only for his ears. "Prove me wrong, Barn."

"You're not going to get away with this," Raphael then responded vindictively.

Silas then grinned smugly. "I already have," he victoriously declared, turning his eyes away from the silver-haired prince. "Do enjoy the remainder of your stay."

Their conversation ended, Silas walked away with his guard Verinn right beside him. One of Silas's soldiers opened the door into the castle for him, allowing him to seamlessly continue walking without pause. The thick, heavy wooden doors slammed shut, echoing all throughout the air.

The self-proclaimed king departed, yet his was not a message they'd soon forget. No, if anything, they were hell-bent to remember it. Especially the prince himself, the one who led his allies into the battle, into the slaughter of their own kind. But It was a bittersweet trade, helping Silas further his grasp upon his war to help further their grasp upon their own war.
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17-Mar-2017 21:18:23

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Raphael clenched his fist with rancor, adding those faces which he and his allies slew into this hollowed out box called his heart. He then cast out his empty eyes all across the courtyard, peering upon the many faces who jumped on the chance to "submit themselves to their wildest expectations".

"You're free to return to your normal routine," the prince sternly informed the crowd. "We move out at dawn of the last day of the week, not a second later. If you're not there by then, you will be left behind."

With his message received loud and clear, he began walking away without word to his allies, shoving aside anyone who got in his way. His piercing, glowing eyes ran straight through anyone and everyone like a pike, his comrades staying loyally behind him. Calvin turned to Shinon, seeing the archer too proud to stay on the ground. But given his bloody, beaten state, doing so proved quite difficult. Calvin offered to help, but in the ire of agony and frustration, Shinon angrily smacked the assassin's hand away.

Although it was a suggestion made by that diabolical god, Raphael had previous intentions of visiting Ardougne's marketplace. Successfully sacking the capital city of Governanti and usurping Balor was an insurmountable undertaking, a battle far greater than anyone of this group had ever fought. If they were to have a chance at glory and victory, they were going to need to be prepared.

Between the vanity and sin which practically covered this place from one end to the other, they browsed through the wares of the city's several blacksmiths and clothiers. Plenty of choices, most had fairly standard pieces, but certain others offered some variety. The silver-haired prince was particularly intrigued by this strange, unusual-shaped dagger.
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17-Mar-2017 21:19:28

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His eyes further examined it, finding along one side of its blade not a solid sheet of steel, but comprised of several deep serrations. It was reminiscent to a comb of sorts, a rather unique design to behold. Raphael gripped it in his right hand, his traditionally off-hand, giving it a swing or two to get a feel for its weight.

"Ah, you've an excellent eye," the merchant commented, smiling at him. "That's a dagger referred to as a 'swordbreaker' by the lowbreeds. See those unusual serrations along its blade? I've examined some old human combat manuals which depict this weapon, those serrations there are meant to trap an opponent's blade, exposing them to a counter offensive! For a weapon born by lowbreeds, it's actually quite intriguing."

It was clear that Raphael was sold on this most unusually designed dagger, reaching into his pocket in order to pay for it. Elsewhere, others seemed entranced by a wide selection of weapons, scanning across the many choices. Since lost of his bow, Shinon himself had to seek another. But he was a very picky fellow, nothing put in his hand satisfied him.

At the end of the day, when the cold froze all with its touch, the group sought the warmth. To that very same tavern before did they find it, their sudden and unexpected return practically making the bartender cower behind the bar counter. Her horrible experiences with Silas like water seeping beneath the ground of the hills of her courage, sending it all crashing down below.

The tavern was virtually unchanged since their last visit, it had the same people, the same voices, the same atmosphere. The very same fellow with the bandaging over his right eye finding Raphael, downing a cup of strong, cold ale. And even as he had a human wench on his lap, suckling at his neck, he couldn't help but to divert all attention onto the silver-haired, purple-eyed outsider.
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17-Mar-2017 21:20:59

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With swiftness did they get themselves their own rooms, the bartender providing no sense of difficulty to persuade. Although several in the group had themselves a drink or two, most sought refugee upstairs. The battle of this day brought such weariness to them, both in their bones and in their minds.

A plethora of dust particles danced in the moon's light as it cascaded into this room, the silver-haired prince locking himself away in the safety of a room of torn walls and filth. Raphael cared very little for the condition of the room, his purple eyes gazing out the window. He gazed with furor over this disgusting, depraved cesspit, watching and judging those below. Those barbarous Solasúians scurried about this night like cockroaches, their mouths and actions like pollution, their vile, sinister disease spreading throughout the air.

In this instance, Raphael pondered that which he heard of upon this day. The Yanillian Liberation and their power, their goals, their thirst for genocide. There was a part of Raphael which understood the rage and anger over all Solasúian kind, but it was a part which the heir wholly rejected and refused. No, murder was never the solution, for it merely begets more murder.

But this thought only left Raphael to question his own objective... For in a mere couple of weeks, he too would hold the intention of murder. Yes, he had to usurp the throne for the sake of all humans in the Imperial Kingdom's possession.

Yet that part he rejected yearned for something else, something... more. The fire of Lumbridge scorching his mind, the images of their faces scarred into his memory. A deep indignation towards Balor burned inside of him, for enslaving all of mankind, for killing all of his comrades, for robbing him of a father's love... There was nothing left of him about anger and wrath, a feeling which the goddess beside him could relate.
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17-Mar-2017 21:22:09

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But he honed his sights upon that future just beyond their grasp, determined to bequeath the start of a brand new world. A better world, brighter than any of these humans could ever imagine. To never be forced into the dirt again, to be free to think of their own free will. They had to only take one last step to find it, stretch their arm out one last inch to reach it. But that one last step was a mile wide, that one last inch was six feet long. It would be a battle, a struggle, and by far the greatest challenge they had ever faced...



The End of Chapter 31,
Next Chapter,
Chapter 32: The Reunion

Thank you for reading! I appreciate it. ^_^

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All right, so the next chapter shouldn't be too far behind this one. Definitely not half a year behind! Nope!
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17-Mar-2017 21:24:00 - Last edited on 17-Mar-2017 21:24:48 by Serene End

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Chapter 32: The Reunion

The sun crested over the horizon, the black sky lit up by its breath. Dawn had broken, the destined day upon them. Their eyes cracked open to find this morning light beckoning them with the pull of its finger. As was told at the start of this week, those of this merged following of rebels and worshipers vanished from this cesspit of sin called Ardougne.

At their back was a force to be reckoned with, a powerful army of unparalleled barbarians and guileful rogues. The most unusual cast of characters ever assembled, an battalion of freaks, criminals, lowlives, savages, and all sorts of beastly folk dressed in the pelts of various animals. It was a force to be ridiculed, for none of them looked remotely like a soldier in a traditional army.

But this was their army, all of them drawn to their own tune. Be it gold, slaves, the acquirement of a spouse, even on the mere basis of curiosity. Regardless of cause, they traveled behind the silver-haired prince, this heir to the throne Raphael Divus Barn. Their loyalty not to him, but to all of the grand, surreal promises of wild fortunes to be found. It mattered not the distance to be traveled, the terrain to be traversed, they would persevere. They could practically taste the coin on their tongue, feel the skin of slaves upon their fingertips, the jingle of jewelry in their ear.

Those among the original following kept closely together, some of them attracting some rather unusual, unnerving looks from the Alverrian savages, both male and female. The only way they could cope with their newest additions was to simply convey their concerns and amusements among each other. The Solasúian male in only a loincloth was the begetter of comedy in particular, unable to help but to mock him constantly.
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