18-08-2003, 00:17
The mist swirls before a dark blue sky while the crescent moon sheds its light over the Empire. Dark spires and skyscrapers contrast each other while they both pierce the sky. It is in this moment that one light, all be it a flame, has finally burned out.
Through the passages of the Midnight Palatial residence, deep within the dark and rusted lowered chambers, far beyond the comfort of gold and leather lay the Emperor gasping for breath and spluttering blood while his two sons Federico and Antonio sat before him. Having left previous engagements they realised what this meant. Every few seconds a drop of water would drop onto the stone floor beneath them resonating with an echo of the inevitable.
They could not be sure but they knew deep down inside that this was the end. The end of an era. Federico slowly leaned over and touched his father's upper lip. A dark red hue of blood covered his finger. Slowly he tasted it while looking straight ahead in a focused gaze. Through his father. Who was this man who plagued his life? Who destroyed the lives of millions? Who would surely end this world?
At the same time he realised that they were both of the same hideously tainted blood. He was no longer Lord Federico. He was the Emperor and as his brother watched he picked up his dagger and with a quick thrust and a a gasp seared through his father's flesh through to his heart. All the while drool and blood dried around the Emperor's lips as his life faded away.
He moved forward and took his father's crown and gently placed it on his own head. A new era of savagery and pain ten times beyond his father's recognition would begin now. He felt the tingle of ecstasy in his hand as he put on his his father's Imperial cloak. The power flowed through him fizzing all through his body like electric bolts of pleasure. His time was now and he would take it. Lord Federico was here:
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Through the passages of the Midnight Palatial residence, deep within the dark and rusted lowered chambers, far beyond the comfort of gold and leather lay the Emperor gasping for breath and spluttering blood while his two sons Federico and Antonio sat before him. Having left previous engagements they realised what this meant. Every few seconds a drop of water would drop onto the stone floor beneath them resonating with an echo of the inevitable.
They could not be sure but they knew deep down inside that this was the end. The end of an era. Federico slowly leaned over and touched his father's upper lip. A dark red hue of blood covered his finger. Slowly he tasted it while looking straight ahead in a focused gaze. Through his father. Who was this man who plagued his life? Who destroyed the lives of millions? Who would surely end this world?
At the same time he realised that they were both of the same hideously tainted blood. He was no longer Lord Federico. He was the Emperor and as his brother watched he picked up his dagger and with a quick thrust and a a gasp seared through his father's flesh through to his heart. All the while drool and blood dried around the Emperor's lips as his life faded away.
He moved forward and took his father's crown and gently placed it on his own head. A new era of savagery and pain ten times beyond his father's recognition would begin now. He felt the tingle of ecstasy in his hand as he put on his his father's Imperial cloak. The power flowed through him fizzing all through his body like electric bolts of pleasure. His time was now and he would take it. Lord Federico was here:
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