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14th February M.E 458
When I was a maiden, my biggest fear was the first night I spent with my husband, The King
When my maidenhood was taken away already, the worst pain I ever felt was the time when I gave birth to my son
But all of that was false
Today, I knew what pain and fear truly were
Fear was when I felt something would hurt my son. The pain was when I knew my son was hurt
Today, my beloved child was sentenced to meet the guillotine
My only child, accused of a crime he never did
Attempt to usurp the throne, they said
Why would my son want to take something that was destined to be his?
Today, I also learn what regret was
Regret was when I side with my mercy and didn’t kill that whore and her filthy bastard sooner
If they think they could steal my son’s rights and get rid of him, they must think I was nothing
And it was true
I was weak, I was nothing
Until today
For I will flip the world and the hell into chaos
No one could hurt my child. Ever.
If one day you face the same misery as I do, remember your rage and remember your child's pain
Some people deserve mercy
And some people do not
Do not ever be afraid of the sheep's opinion and disapprove gaze
We are Lucis Caelum
We bow to no one
Augusta Lucis Caelum
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M.E 781
Eliza’s eyes glued to the man’s crotch in front of her. She looked at the computer screen beside her and the process of her work still had to wait for a little while to be complete.
This was it. This was the time she’s been waiting for.
The woman slowly lowered herself and crawled on her knees to the man. After settled herself in between his legs, she slowly took the hook down and licked her lips. She traces the man’s manhood with her fingers and brought her lips to kiss it. Her eyes went up to the man’s face and smiled.
“I am about to give to something sexy, darling” she said happily.
When she brought the man’s pants down and looked at his cock. It wasn’t that impressive, but it would do just fine. Her finger traced from its root to its length, circled the mushroom head. Feeling impatient, she grabbed it in her hand, and when she was about to put it in her mouth-
TING!
The computer got the signal out that the work was done.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
“Dang it!” she cursed.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Unwillingly, Eliza got her phone out of her pocket and received the call,
“All clear. Leave the place, now” the person on the other line said.
She sighed heavily, “Got it”.
“Don’t forget. Leave no trace”.
BEEP
The call was ended.
After that, she angrily got the man’s hook up and set him in a sleeping position on the table. Twenty minutes ago, she drugged the man into unconsciousness for the work she had to do.
Hijacked a security system of a security company was taking a longer time than she expected. By the time she was finished, her frustration piled up and sucking the poor man's cock became a temptation she couldn't refuse.
But, the Gods hated her and she got nothing.
After making sure everything was in their place, Eliza walked out of the room silently.
“Well done, Aylesford” her boss said.
She stared at her annoying boss angrily and huffed, “Thank you”.
Five years ago, Eliza Aylesford graduated on top of her class at the military academy. Her next destination was the Navy. Reason? It was no secret that the Navy was the steamiest, the smuttiest branch of the military. A long sea patrol often brought the lads to some strangest things to keep their minds sane. There were tales of men masturbating with cuttlefish and rayfish. Having wild hot sex with their female comrades was something common. One of her seniors said that she had done a gang-bang with three of her male friends.
And Eliza truly wanted to be gang-banged as well.
For someone that was unlucky enough to be born out of a vicountess’s womb, Eliza had lived surrounded by proper society all her life. But on her seven years of age, the long night happened and her family joined everyone living in Lestallum. For a family of four, they were given a sixteen meters square room. Her mother complained non-stop at first, saying that their cat’s bathroom was bigger than the room.
The military officer almost slapped her that day.
Everybody had roles and every day they were given works to do from cooking, cleaning, fighting demons, healing, farming, teaching, and so on. Her mother was given the job of nursing the old folks while her father and older brother -same as every man who could breathe and walk back then, were conscripted to fight the demons and defend the town.
Their next-door neighbor was a pair of husband and wife, given an eight-meter square room. While her parents got a double bed, she and her brother got a bunk bed, in which she got the top one. On the wall right next to her bed, there was a tiny crack on the wall, leading to the neighbor’s room. And that tiny crack on her wall led her to various scenes of the husband and wife’s night activities. She watched them throughout the years, and in her twisted mind, she wanted one as well.
She watched them for the whole six years until they were moved to a bigger place for a family of three.
The room was vacant after that.
Long story short, King Noctis came back from… wherever keeping him to sleep and the long night ended.
And after that, with her father and brother’s blessing, she went into the military academy. Ten years of conscript shaped them into patriots who would shamelessly shout to other people that Lucis was a superior nation, whether it’s about history, magic, or the people themselves.
It was a bullock for her.
They wanted her to join Kingsglaive after graduated, served the king himself, and continued to become the most loyal subjects of His Majesty.
But nope! Kingsglaive was full of too tense and too serious people who always put duty and their loyalty to the king above anything else. They were ready to put aside their own pleasure for honor and truly, it didn’t interest her one bit.
It was Navy for her.
Living a life full of wild hot sex, here she came!
Or at least that’s what she thought.
Because then, the queen’s Friday tea party shattered her dream.
See, Queen Lightning always held two tea parties every month. Thursday tea party was where she invited noble ladies and those who held power because they were freaking rich. Friday tea party was where she invited those who had incredible intelligence and skills, regardless of their social status. Being invited to Queen’s Friday tea party was the peak of “I made it!” for the Lucian women.
But what did she know?
Turned out, it wasn’t a tea party. Friday tea party was a secret assessment by the queen to choose her people. And as the gods hated her, she impressed the queen enough to get in. It’s a position which she knew, either she accepted it or her head flew the next day. So, it’s goodbye Navy with its wild hot sex and welcomed working for the queen under the pretext of joining Kingsglaive.
The Rose’s Thorns was what they were called. Sharp weapons and shields for the queen of roses. For people with military strength like her, they were given a necklace with a small red roses pendant in it. Those who worked as eyes and ears within the public like tv and movie producers, politicians, government officials, press editors, fashion industry people, and even top-rated actresses were given a golden rose ring. And for those who were leading by their pure intelligence like doctors, professors, and scientists were given a white rose brooch.
When she didn’t run around doing nasty chores for the queen, she was a full-time glaive. And lived as a kingsglaive was tremendously boring. They were given top boring missions like infiltrated a drug cartel chain or mafia ring, killing nasty sea pirates and freed some poor chaps, broke down illegal trade deals, digging shits of mega-companies, or hijacking human trafficking attempts.
And if they didn’t do those sorts of things, their job was doing more boring stuff of protecting the royal family.
During the peak of the warring era, all of the glaives channeled the power of the king. But now, only thirteen best glaives could wield them. These thirteen people who could warp and shit always be given the nastiest and most dangerous, triple-S-rated tasks.
It seemed, having a sea patrol with a steamy gang-bang on the ship deck was too much to ask for.
Gods might be really hated her.
She just wanted to become a Navy who lead a wretched whorish life and having hot wild sex every day.
But instead, she got… whatever boring life it was.
“Say, Mam” she said, “Could you at least tell me why Her Majesty needs the prince’s school’s CCTV footage?”.
The private secretary of the queen shifted her gaze from the screen and looked at her with the corner of her eyes.
“For someone who just doing a big crime of hijacking the security system of a security company, I think I have the right to know”.
“Well, it’s their fault to refuse Her Majesty’s request of handling the footage to her” Luca replied.
“If I am the owner of the company, I’ll do the same. What kind of security company betray the confidence of their client?”,
“And she didn’t want to just have the CCTV footage” Eliza said, “She wants the right to be able to monitor them from now on” Eliza said.
“Which you just did a very good job at it” Luca replied.
“I did!” she replied, “So could you tell me the reason as a reward, please?”.
Luca sighed and rest her back on the chair, “I always try to put myself in her shoes when she made a decision. How she feels and what she thinks at the time”,
“But for this one, I couldn’t” she said.
“Because I wouldn’t know how it feels to know my son is hiding bruises and scars for the last three months”.
“It was bullying” she whispered
Eliza’s jaw hung open, surprised to hear the news, “Oh shit…”
“Yeah, oh shit. It’s really serious” her boss quickly replied, “He didn’t let anyone sees his body for months. He prepared his bath, chose his outfit, and dressed himself up. At first, Her Majesty thought that the prince started to aware of his own right to his body and stuff”,
“But then, one of his attendants saw a glimpse of a scar during his lesson and told the queen”,
“The Prince didn’t say anything and the queen did the last resort. She planted a hidden camera on his bathroom for one day and that’s how we knew that he was beaten”.
Eliza closed her mouth slowly.
TOK TOK TOK
“Mam, I am here to give you the report” a woman said from the other side of the door.
“Come in” Luca replied.
A blond-haired beauty came into the office. She was as tall as Eliza, only with bigger boobs and butts.
“Sit down, Valent” Luca said.
Valentine Ray, a glaive from a small town in Cleigne, seven years her senior, rank sergeant, captain of Team Four in The Kingsglaive, and one of the queen’s thorn as well.
“In the red file, contain the background check of the school’s headmaster and teachers. In the blue file, contain every of the school committee members, every financial aid they ever give to the school, their background check, their children profile, as well as their activities” Valent explained,
“I’ve sent you the soft file ten minutes ago” she said.
“Yes, I’ve noticed” Luca replied.
“Duke of Ferrara is the current head of committee; his son is the president of the student council. He has a good friendship with Earl of Gascony, whose son is the captain of the hockey team. Another notable figure is Baron Nerva’s son, His highness’s class representative”.
“How about His Highness’s peers?”.
“His closest classmate is Anthony Kensington, General McNider’s grandson. He also has a good relationship with Marquis Hyur’s son, Ramza Boulve -second of his name, the president of the art club”.
“Hockey and art…” Luca mumbled.
The room was silent until Eliza broke the tension, “My money is on the hockey team” she whispered.
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DORR!
DORR!
DORR!
The bullets hit the target over and over again. After the bullets were no longer there, her attendant immediately handed her the new, fully loaded gun. And then, she continuously shot again. It had been an hour and a half, but Lightning didn’t have any desire to stop. Stop shooting means she had to channel her anger into something else, and god knew nothing could suppress her anger right now.
Nothing. Not a single thing other hand shooting bullet to the target which had the picture of her son’s school building on it.
How dare they.
How dare those low scumbags did that to her son.
DORR!
DORR!
DORR!
DORR!
In her mind, she shot every single one of them, each of their child stood with them, dropped dead on her hands. In her mind, she carved their heart out of their body, threw them for Odin to eat, and burned their remaining bodies to the ground. In her mind, she easily killed each and every one of them, drenched her hands in their blood.
But as this world was pathetic and weak, she couldn’t do that.
DORR!
DORR!
The more she thought about it, the more hatred appeared inside her mind.
DORR!
DORR!
When she watched the footage of her son taking off his clothes, her head spinning down. Those blueish bruises weren't supposed to be there. Her son was supposed to be healthy and merry. No one could hurt her precious child and she swore to give hell to those who were involved. Every single one of them would pay, every single one of them would suffer in her hands.
“Mam” someone called her from behind. Her voice was buried in the loud voice of the gun clacking.
“What is it?” she asked.
“We have retrieved all the CCTV footage of the school and gain access to their storage from now on” Luca reported,
“And I’ve gathered the important ones”.
“Good” Lightning replied, “I'd like to watch everything. I want to watch every single of their smug while they were beating my son. I want to hear every single insult they threw at him”.
Two hours later, her palm turned white for gripping the table so hard. Her blood rushing to her head and she felt that she might explode anytime from anger right now. There was no word that could describe her emotion right now.
She didn’t close her eyes nor turned her gaze away. Lightning made sure she paid attention when five kids cornered her son after hockey practice, pointing and making fun of him. She watched every single bystander who just watches as the five kids pushed Azrael to the ground. Her tears fell when her beloved son tried his best to resist and pushed them back, only to be pushed harder again. They then beat him with their hockey stick.
Next video, her child was walking in the hallway when a group of students, different from the hockey team making a mocking gesture towards him, and some students around them laughed. She watched every single one of them, all sixty of them. The footage worth three months showed how miserable Azrael was at school. How sad and helpless he was as a child with little friends.
Why?
Why he never told her about it?
Why he didn’t rely on her?
Why?
Why?
“AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGH!” Lightning screamed her heart out.
Unconsciously, she grabbed the nearest object and threw them with all of her might, landed somewhere across the room. All of the papers on her desk were knocked out of the floor and out of anger, she took the teacup on her desk and threw it on the wall.
CRANK!!
The glass was shattered.
The pain was unbearable, and nothing like she ever felt before. It was suffocating and made her wanted to get her heart out of her body. She wanted to smash something into pulp or murdered someone, plucked their eyes out the socket, and stabbed them a thousand times while they begged for mercy.
“El, my child…” she whispered in tears and collapsed on the floor.
Lightning hit her chest with her own fist over and over again while muttering Azrael’s name.
Click
The door of her office opened and she could see Noctis came into the room.
He scanned the messy surrounding and landed his eyes on her. Slowly, he walked to her, and instead of comforting her, Noctis sat silently beside her.
He had watched those videos as well.
The two of them sat silently until Noctis broke his silence. “What are we supposed to do?” he asked.
Lightning fought another tear to come out and bit her lips, “I have many things in mind on how to deal with those bastards” she said,
“I don’t care about your opinion. I don’t care about wisdom and mercy. I’ll do it my way”.
He nodded, knowing that nothing would change her mind. “And what of Azrael?” he asked, “I feel like the worst parent in the world right now”.
“Me too” she whispered.
Only then he scooted closer to her and circled his hands on her shoulder. The silence continued as the two of them were caring for each other hearts and thinking about their son.
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A day after they knew about the whole picture of the prince’s bullying tragedy, they immediately take out the princess’s admission to the school. It was only two weeks away until the new term began and they had to pull a great deal of networking to put the princess on the student list of another school.
Yesterday's breakfast was sad. Noctis and Lightning were quiet the entire time, secretly eyeing Azrael throughout the whole meal. He hadn’t said anything to them and continue to keep silent, pretending everything was alright. Lightning had deployed one of her thorns to keep an eye on all of the bastard boys at school and instruct her to do necessary action if it was needed. She had planned her moves and Luca was currently making the arrangement.
“I can’t wait to wear that uniform, Zaza” Jophiel said, looking at her brother.
That wouldn’t happen.
“I am sorry Joee, but you will not go to your brother’s school” Lightning said.
“What?!” “Why?” Azrael and Jophiel exclaimed in surprise.
“You’ll go to a different school than your brother. Me and your father had decided that the school simply isn’t compatible with you” she explained.
“And why do you think that way?” Azrael asked.
This time, Noctis replied, “She doesn’t know any of her schoolmates”.
“But, I had a similar situation as well before” their son said.
Noctis smiled, “And from that, we learned that it’s not the best choice”.
“You’ll go to Josephine’s school” Noctis said, “Do you perhaps aren’t keen on the idea, Joee?” he asked.
The little girl shook her head, “I don’t really care about where I go. I just hope that my future classmates aren’t stupid”,
“Last week during the gathering, I found out that many people of my age couldn’t even do two digits multiplication. That’s embarrassing!”,
“And they didn’t know our solar system planets!” she exclaimed.
Their gifted daughter was sure far ahead of her peers. She has genuinely been interested in science since she was a toddler. As she grew up, she knew that she was smarter than any of kids her age and carried herself high and confident. Perhaps, the most important one was how she seemed to be aware of herself and her surroundings. She knew who she was and what she was capable of.
The Prime Minister had warned Lightning that people would draw into her more and more. Her gifted mind was a wonder to the adults around her.
One was a child lucky enough to be born as a first-born child. The other was lucky enough to be heaven’s favorite. One was unlucky enough that his younger sister had many qualities he didn’t have. The other was unlucky enough that she wasn’t born to hold the line.
The world was indeed fair and unfair at the same time.
“Isn’t Josh’s school only attended by girls?” Azrael asked.
“Yes. It’s an all-girl school” Lightning replied, “I am sure you will like it there, Dearest. And most important, you’ll be safe there. Aunt Aranea is the head of the school committee”.
Jophiel eyed Lightning curiously, “Why would my safety is a concern?” she asked,
“Who could hurt me at my own school?”.
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Azrael looked up at the provost. His eyes were gentle, waiting for him to answer the question he just asked him. The professor had been his teacher in politics for four years since his princely education started. He liked the man, he was patient with him and made sure he truly understood the lesson.
He loved his private lesson, although it was really jammed-packed and sometimes too much for his brain to handle.
But he genuinely enjoyed all of them.
Because during his private lesson, no one could hurt him.
No one beat him or mocked him.
The wounds were fresh, burnt into his skin, hidden within his clothes. When he had breakfast yesterday, he had this hunch that his day wouldn’t be good for him. And it was true. Edrick and his friends slipped dried cat poop into his locker and it made some of his books smelled really bad. It was mildly better than three days ago when they beat him in the locker room, though.
Anthony had tried to persuade him to tell the Headmaster about it. But Azrael said no to the suggestion. One day, he saw Edrick, his father, and the headmaster talked to each other in a friendly manner and the Headmaster ruffled Edrick’s hair after he said something to him. At that moment, Azrael understood that The Headmaster was perhaps already aware of all of this.
He wouldn’t fight a lost battle.
Some of the teachers might know but were afraid to do anything about it. And he couldn’t blame them either. They worked there to live and feed their family. If they had to turn a blind eye on some of their students in order to keep their own family fed, he couldn’t blame them.
After all, it wasn’t their fault that he was weak.
“My Prince?” The Professor asked for his attention.
“To be loved” he replied, “I think to be loved is better” he said.
It’s been a month since they were discussing the past kings of Lucis and their political decisions over things. Today, they talked about Tonitrus, The Fierce. He was a kind, loving, and just king to his people. But to his enemies, he was a merciless demon and famous for his brutality on the battlefield. Azrael admired this ancestor of his very much.
The discussion went into questions, whether it’s better for a king to be loved or to be feared? The ideal was of course to be both, but what if he could only be one?
“Why?” his teacher asked further.
He closed his eyes for a while and thought of his answer, “Because if there comes a time when the king wasn’t fearful anymore in the people’s eyes, it would be easy to get rid of him”.
The teacher smiled, “The same things could be said about being loved as well”,
“In this modern age, one little mistake, one little scandal could destroy an entire dynasty. If Your Highness choose to be loved, then you have to make sure you are always worshipped by both the public and the nobles”,
“And that’s not an easy task”.
“How does someone maintain to be loved, then?” Azrael asked.
“Showing mercy would be one of them. And that include the unfavorable ones as well” he said, “Maybe you have to show mercy to your people for their incompetence, showing mercy to your allies for their weakness”,
“And the hardest part is, maybe there would come a time when you have to show mercy to your enemy as well”.
Azrael thought about his lesson greatly until the evening came. Looking at the books about King Tonitrus on his table, while his mind traveled elsewhere. Since the beginning of his school, he has always tried to be kind to everyone in school. He wanted to be loved by them. For a time, it worked.
But looked where he was now.
Weak. Helpless.
He began to wonder whether perhaps, being feared was better.
TOK TOK TOK
The knocked on the door startled him.
“Who is it?” he asked.
“It’s me” the person replied.
Father
“Come in, Dad” he said.
His father came into the room, still wore his suit which means he was either still working for just finished his work for the day. He dragged a nearby chair to his study table and settled himself right beside him.
“It’s late already” his father said, “What are you studying?” he asked.
“King Tonitrus” Azrael answered, tapping the book in front of him.
“Ah… The Fierce”, he said, “He is indeed an admirable guy”.
Azrael smiled, “Why are you here, Dad?” he asked.
King Noctis frowned, “Does one should have a reason for wanting to spend time with his own son?” he asked.
“No” the child replied, “But it is quite unusual, isn’t it?”.
“Yes… you are right. It is quite unusual” Noctis whispered.
“Do you want to inform me about something?” Azrael asked.
“No, I am not” he replied, “I come here to talk to you”.
“Then, what do you want to talk about?” he asked.
His father pressed his lips together, “I just want to say to you that I hope, we could spend more time together in the future. Just you and me”,
“I hope you do not oppose to the idea, haha” his father laughed awkwardly.
Azrael smiled sheepishly “No, I- I would like to do that as well”.
“I suppose, we could go on a fishing tri-”
“Not fishing trips, Dad” Azrael cut his father, “I- I mean, not always fishing trip”.
Noctis smiled, “What do you want to do?”.
His son bit his lips and looked down on the floor, and muttered something.
“What’s that? I couldn’t hear you”.
“Pa-paragliding” he whispered.
His father sighed, “I guess you are your mother’s son” he said.
Azrael chuckled, “It’s far more exciting than waiting for fishes, Dad”.
“Oh! Come on, fishing is really thrilling once you get the hook on it”,
“Maybe I should take you on a boat so we could fish big fishes of the sea” he said, “And we could bring jet ski so we could have some of your fun as well”.
His eyes went wide and looked up to his father, “That sounds fun!”.
“Yeah, I guess you are truly your mother’s son” he nodded, “When we are younger, your mother would bring water ski and jet ski while we went on a boat. I fish alone on the dock while she scared the fishes away from me with her jet ski to get on my nerve”.
Azrael laughed, imagining his parents tried to annoy one another.
“Let’s go on those trips, Dad” he said, “I am truly looking forward to it, now”.
“Good” his father said.
He smiled, “Why so sudden, though? All this idea” he asked.
His father smiled back at him, although this time, it was a sad smile, “Because I feel that I’ve neglected you” he said, “I’d like to make up for it from now on”.
“No. Never” Azrael quickly replied, “You and mother are always taking care of me. I am very grateful to have you two”.
His father smiled softly at him and slowly brought one of his hands to his cheek. Then, he patted his shoulder rather hard.
“Aargh” Azrael involuntary winched. His father patted right on one of his bruised skin.
He swiftly turned his gaze toward his father’s eyes and found him still smiling softly at him. His mouth felt dry, nervous to say anything to his father.
“It must be really painful, isn’t it?” his father asked,
“I remember all the scars and bruised I got, the first time I learned to wield a sword. I was twelve at that time. I am sure that’s nothing compare to yours”.
Azrael didn’t reply to him and so, he continued “A psychologist was summoned by your mother this afternoon, and she asked why you wouldn’t tell us about your condition”,
“The lady said there are many possibilities” he said, “One of them is that you do not feel safe and protected enough by me and your mother. And that’s why you do not trust us enough to share your pain with us”.
The son shook his head, “No, that’s not it! I trust both of you. I love both you! I feel-”
Before he finished his sentence, his father had kneeled in front of him and embrace him. It felt warm, and it felt good when he softly caressed his back, making sure he didn’t hurt him. And suddenly, a strong surge of emotion came up, gripping his throat and lung.
Then, Azrael cried.
He cried on his father's shoulder and gripped his back tightly.
“There, there…” his father whispered, “Cry it out, my son. Your heart will be lighter a little bit”.
All of the memories and the pain brought by those fellas appeared in his head so suddenly at once. He cried for himself unable to cry at those moments. The kicks, the punches, the sneers, the vile words, all the pain were cried out.
“It hurts so much” he said in between his cry.
“Of course, it is” his father replied, “Oh… my son…”
They untangled their hands from each other and his father got his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his tears away. It only made his tears kept flowing down.
When was the last time he and his father had a talk? Seemed like thousand years ago.
“I-” he tried to say something, but his words seemed trapped within his throat.
His father sat back in his chair and brought his hand into his. He waited patiently for him to form the sentence he wanted to say.
“I want to be strong…” he whispered,
“I don’t want to be a burden for anyone”.
Azrael cried again, but tried his best to continue, “I don’t want to disappoint you”.
“Oh, my son…, what a noble thought” his father whispered,
“For such a delicate heart like yours to think about other’s feeling”.
He shook his head, “I am weak…”.
Noctis squeezed his son’s hand gently, “You’ve endured all those pains yourself. You didn’t tell us because you think of our feeling. You probably kept silent because you don’t want your friends to endure the pain just like yours. You still go on even when you are wounded”,
“You sit here, studying and doing your duty steadfastly even when your body is wretched”,
“El, you are anything but weak” he said.
“You are the strongest child I’ve I ever knew” his father held his gaze when he said the words,
“And I am proud to have you as my son”.
Azrael’s tear kept flowing out of his eyes, cried silently while looking at his father. Those words he just said were everything to him. His dream was to make his father proud of him.
His father smiled at him, “So, let us help you now, okay?” he asked.
He nodded in silence.
His father ruffled his hair and stood up, which he then mimicked. His father looked down on him while holding on to his arm, locking his eyes to him.
“Your mother and I always knew that you’ll grow up become an honorable man. Someone who always tell the truth and put others before you”,
“And we are sure that one day you’ll be a great king to your people, much more than I do”,
“That’s why, one day everyone will kneel before you”,
“My son, I promise you. I’ll give you the world” his father said to him.
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20th February M.E 781
A barbaric law of the jungle said that the most powerful one would rule them all
That law clearly agrees with the ancestors
This family was born out of the bloody fight between brothers
One showed only cruelty toward their enemy
One showed mercy
And in the end, the first one won the fight
Two thousand years later those cruelties changed into mercies
Great kings and queens sat on their throne and show kindness to their enemy
But it seems, I will follow the founder’s way
I will show no mercy in my revenge
How dare they hurt my precious child within his own school? A place where he is supposed to feel safe
Upon learning what happened to him, I feel like the most horrible mother among all of us
For ninety days, he was beaten, vile words and slender were thrown at him
Every single thing burns in my memory, that my blood boil by merely recalling it
I swear on Etro’s throne
All of those bastards and their families, every single perpetrator and every single bystander, will get the pain they deserve from me
I will burn them down to the ground
I will flip their world and bring hell to them
I will make sure they hold no more future
And so, my fight begins now
Lightning Lucis Caelum
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