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http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=451913
That was the OOC Thread.

IC:

Shalrack University, Upper Raunin
The walls were ringing loudly with a great racking sound, a jingle of metal on the stone floor, clanging and clanging, the blazing sunlight making the air a deep, humid, arid fog, the people sweating crazily as they ran, to avoid the piercing rays, to their next class. As the student opened up the door, he waited, sweating furiously, as he watched the remains of the previous lesson conclude. An old man, withered and caned, his hand shaking as he gulped down the last cups of water. From the inside of his classroom, the pieces of the historical lesson ensued. For Jenrak, one of the world’s most violent theocratic nations, had always etched its history into its children, so that they may never forget the forefathers that built the nation out of their own flesh and blood, bone and soul. The students, large in numbers, sat in the demeaning eat as they watched the teacher gulp down the last of his precious water, and the air conditioner finally click on, the cool breeze pilfering into the large stone room.

“…and Herrissian Karbulia was killed by the Seven Swords, the leaders, the Lords of what is what we see as today’s Jenrakian provinces, coexisting in harmony. Without them, Karbulia would have ruled everything, and a dark age of warfare and doom would have been cast down upon us. Nothing could be devastating.” The old man rasped, slowly limping to his desk, flipping through the fresh pieces of paper in his notebook. “Any yet,” He pondered, looking for the right words, “they’re sacrifice was in vain, for the beginning of the War of the Leagues escalated, a giant strife of political difference. It was called the Neophrathak Nahk, the Schism of the Lords. A violent time, it was. Son fought father, husband fought wife. Murderers and sadists were made of children, and the only civilians were killers. Nothing…nothing, could have changed that time, for friendships and alliances, and secrets no longer kept anyone together. It was all for their beliefs now. All for their heritage. New friends were made, old ones fought.” He gasped, as the bell finally rang, his eye dreary and content.

As the students shuffled out of the classroom, he nodded to a random few, saying “Elsa Nuiqthra”, a form of a blessing for a better remainder of the day. He had only done so much, when the student whom had waited, so long outside in the blazing sands and the scorching heat, came in and shook hands softly with the old teacher, whom sat down. “What can I get you?” He asked so briskly, so calm and tender, before the boy whispered in his ear. Nobody heard what the boy said, but it was sufficient, for the old man merely stood up straight, and he tried to be brave. It could not stop the tear of fear running down his left eye, dipping into his crinkled lips, nor the tired face he endured immediately, or the great sigh of sorrow from his soul. All he said, were three simple words: “Make it quick.” He urged, and the it was only a wonder on what he meant. But soon, it revealed itself.

From the pockets of the boy’s coat, he pulled out a silver magnum, and clicked it into action. The metal spun with a heat of fury, and there was total silence, nothing. Only the sound outside, echoing in a roar as the students still walked around, the noise was deafened; quiet and silent. He felt the anger, the rage, pouring through his body, but something held him back. Perhaps it was morality, perhaps it was his only slip of conscience telling him not to do it at all. Whatever it was, he didn’t have the heart, the strength to murder in cold blood this old teacher, with soft eyes and a deathly fate. Rising up from his chair, the teacher merely said, “Give me the gun.” His hand outstretched, before the swift arm of the student flung up once more, and let loose the lead within the steaming barrel, the bullet carving instantly a large hole through the teacher’s head, his body limp and hard, the blood spurting out onto the chalkboard as the red oozing liquid crawled and settled in the sand bin, his corpse attracting the beetles inside the walls, as they gathered from it’s cracks to feast upon his brain, his wiry flesh and his puddle of warm blood, staining the wooden desk. Quickly, the boy ran, towards the door to lock it, to keep everyone else out, to finish his deed. Taking out a knife from his pocket, he threw aside the notes, the books and the items on the teacher’s desk, as they fell and flittered onto the ground, soaking up the blood.

Carving out a message into the pine wood, the student only cried softly as he did it, the message unreadable. But after what seemed like an eternity, the carving finished, the knife now blunt and full of slivers, fell onto the table. Lifting his gun up to his head, he pressed the hard, warm metal barrel hard against his temple, and cried and sobbed, as the door burst open with students, transfixed and locked in fright at the horrid scene; their teacher, a hole through his head, dead in a puddle of blood on the floor, and a renegade student, sobbing as he held the gun to his head. Slowly, the students preached him not to fire, not to pull the silver trigger, as they edged closer and closer, trying to wry the gun from his hand once they were close enough. But it was of no use.

When they got too close, the only words that came out from the student’s mouth was, “For the true children.” Before he, like the teacher, was killed by a lead bullet through his head. His body fell amidst the screams and yells of the students, onto the carved desk, where the seeping blood drained into the cuts of wood, spelling out an intricate message. Noquira Dracozoruth Alliath.

The Children of the Balance.

Murun, the hanging courtyard
People gathered, to pray remembrance for the lives lost at the massacre of the courtyard, where the evil and sadistic Lord Vaazka hung and consumed the remains of his people, where sacrifices of blood and bone and sexual fetishes occurred, amongst the rotting skulls that merely crept silently as the rats trickled in squeaking noises of fright, or terror and slight malice. It was here, that a bomb was detonated. Thousands were killed, as the explosion crippled the innards of the sanctums, the hanging courtyard obliterated as the stone foundations gave way. The flames spread, the flickering lick of the blaze only engulfed the walls as the marble gloss gassed the visitors, their eyes bleeding out the tears of sorrow and pain, their fingers crippling in fright. Rashes broke out, and blood seeped from the ends of their hands into the confines of their mouth, coughed up so quickly onto the hard floor once more.

The bodies fell with a thump, a loud echo that could be heard a great distance away. But, despite the screaming, the torturing, the endless and mindless pain, nobody heard them. They were locked in, to suffer and bleed while the whole city only went by unpinned. They were victims, of a tragedy. Nobody knew about their deaths, the disappearance of over three thousand people, until the doors were open, the bodies infested with maggots and the corpses putrid and bland. Blood was everywhere, the fountains spewing red water, the remains of the liquid of life trickling down the walls and the glass door, stone pieces carving massive gouges into the floor. It was a truly shocking experience, horrifying the policemen who showed up, as they could find no survivors. Only a single message was etched on the wall, the hand which carved it cut and severed, laying dormant in a puddle of blood on the soft carpet floor. In matter, it read Elsa thrirrith.

The Scholars of Destruction.

Interprovincial News of Jenrak
Initially this week a massive attack on the city of Murun has left thousands devastated, the country in shock, and the economic structure of Jenrak in jeopardy. To avoid further damage to fellow economists, Jenrak has pulled out trade routes temporarily with ALL nations to prevent a chain reaction depression afflicting any allies. Arcarum Dreskisk, the Leader of the Haasdra sector, was seen earlier today, and was asked questions inquiring on this matter. He has given this response:

“I will find these insurgents, I will castrate them, so no women has to bear their infertile child. I will boil them, so their corpses may be fed to the dogs. I will cut them up, burn them, crucify them, impale them, shoot them, and in every matter possible. I am sure that these string of events have been related to the ones in the university assault, and I intend to stop this once and for all.”

When he was asked on the issue of economic isolation, Arcarum replied:

“While Jenrak’s businesses are a multi-national conglomeration, we must prevent further damages through a ‘domino’ effect. By stopping trade routes slightly and briefly, our nation can focus on these terrorist attacks quickly enough so that trade routes and businesses can reforge their lost profits. All profits lost by the businesses will be paid for back in full by the government, should our national treasury withstand the demanding amount. National Security and Economics are the main agenda on Jenrak’s notification today.”

All the attacks are undoubtly linked, as they have been apparently done on Fridays at exactly 4:00 pm. However while it may be certain groups together or a single group of terrorists will yet to be seen. More news will be coming up for tonight. In the meantime, the photos taken at the Murun Massacre are now at the studio, and we will depict them for the next few minutes. We warn you that what you may see might disturb you.

Instantly flashed up a photo of a tall man, laid sprawled on the floor, a nail stabbed into his eye, his tongue hanging on a hinge of sinew. Veins ripped out of his arms, and his cheekbone smashed, blood only softened the image, but did not stop the gruesome brutality. With his foot sliced off mysteriously, and his hand torn apart, it quickly switched to another picture. A young boy, torn in half, his body nude as his testicles lay torn in blood, splattered across the floor. More and more, pictures like these popped up, and they were more gruesome than the last. One could only wonder what these maniacal foes were thinking, sending these innocent people to their horrible fate.

Secret Location
In a distinct gathering, a massive hoard of organized rebels, lining up and preparing to destroy enemy fire, have lined up to listen to their leader, a tall, brisk man, the newly appointed Red Patriarch of Jenrak; an ambitious man by the name of General Alack. In this brief grouping, he sneer and smirked, watching the masses as they grouped along in a teemed fashion, awaiting his words like gold. He was, as always, ready to give an impeccable speech. And from the tip of the balcony, he waited. Finally, after a long while, the clock struck twelve, the chime struck now, and the people were ready. Arms in the air, they chanted in glorious unity towards him, ready to follow his every command. He leaned, on the balcony, watching them for a short few seconds, before he started his poisonous speech.

“My children,” He started, watching them with his hawk like eyes, peering into their hearts and their souls, feeding off their loyalty. “Today is a day for recognition. Today, is the day that we fight for power. For greatness. The children of the Balance, whomever they may be, have already struck upon our foe, the notorious government of Haasdra. And a few weeks ago, mysterious insurgents crippled our enemy’s economic systems. Now, we must do what is left. We must destroy the last bar of the cage to unleash the beast of war.”

“Jenrak’s political structure hangs on a thread, a mere thread!” He yelled, emphasising it throughout every corner of the room. “We must destroy them, we must get rid of it’s passive nature. Chaos is what thrives on power, and we will thrive on chaos to gain it’s power. We, as the descendants of the Barbaraks, the Barbarians of the northern plains, shall take back, what is ours.” He gripped his fist in agony, and anger, smashing a small block of stone from the railings. “We are not to be toys of the aristocrats, the arrogant elite whom they think they have seen all. Yes, they have battled, and fought, but they have never tasted poverty, rejection, nor criminality. And now, my children!” He yelled once more, to the roar of the upset. “We, as the dawn of the Barbaraks, will fight for our equality, as Barbarian descendants and Ascheran aristocrats become one, once more! Under the Herrissian banner we fly, into the heart of the enemy’s political frame, and we will crush it in our fists! We shall create the Neophrathak Nahk once more, but this time,” he sneered, “with weapons a hundred times more destructive, and foes a thousand times more tenacious. But will we let them stand up and push us away?” He asked, as his legions yelled out cries of disagreement.

“Let the revival of the Schism of the Lords begin!” He lifted his arms, and then snapped his fingers, his aides pressing the buttons beside him.

In the far off ends of Jenrak, the nuclear missiles launched. Designed to fight off enemy air missiles, the anti-missile defence system could not stop the attack, before it was too late. In a few minutes, the plains of Jenrak were left devastated, the cities of Rephalim and Erges under radioactive holocaust. Fires broke out throughout the southern forests, and the sandstorms raged a hundred times more lethal, in response to the massive seismic activity. Volcanoes burst open of fiery fury, and earthquakes shattered entire borders of provinces. It was sheer chaos, complete destruction.

From the tip of Zarazego, in the council collection, the Lords of the Provinces gathered, for the final meeting, before they would put their similarities aside, and bring up their differences. Arcarum, the high priest and ruler of Jenrak, only shook his head in contempt. “This is unwanted, and I promise you, if you commit all of your forces to my side, I will kill these insurgents once and for all. We will purge them off Jenrakian soil. I promise you!” He yelled in fury, as Desdomahk stood up.

“You have said that before for the Scholars of Detruction, but now they may be dead, yet a greater threat arises! What if another greater threat builds up now?” He yelled loudly, pushing Arcarum aside. Before his hands could do it again, Arcarum drew his long, sharp sword, and the others drew theirs. “Are you to threaten me? Remember that your precious infantry come from the resources in my province!” He yelled, but Arcarum merely laughed in an evil spite.

“You have no skill without my training. Live with your unorganized and rabbling militia! I will keep my elite to Haasdra, then. Don’t forget; I have the river!” He yelled, but Illuminaatrix stood up in fury.

“The River is of Jeviz’Kraa territory! You cannot control when it is in our bounds! You are pathetic, Arcarum. You are nothing without Nahk. The crazy man is dead!” He raged on, where he punched in the back by Elsem, the leader of Ssessloth.

“Nahk is our greatest son! Don’t you dare disturb his grave and bleaken his name! I will see your backward province crushed under heels for this, Illuminaatrix.” But as he said that, the others raged on, taking sides and squandering, yelling insults until they stormed off, in different directions, taking their way back home, prepared to show their rivals what they truly were made of.

In only a few days, Southern Archios invaded Northern Naharank, at the forefront of the battles Ashili and Saerus, both of whom were once dear friends. They did not speak to each other, only fought in a battle of a warring passion, all because their beliefs now contradicted. Yet in it’s battle, a massive gas attack, a nerve agent launched from a seemingly civilian airplane, but of uncanny Jeviz’Kraa nature, no doubt a malicious attack from Serrin. While Saerus and Ashili were both spared, their soldiers were not, and they still bore hatred against each other. Illuminaatrix rallied up his Sword bearers, the dark assasins from the shadows to work for the Jeviz’Kraa nature, as they found themselves at pitted rivals against the massive onslaught of the Sirens, the eastern warriors of technology. Instilled attacks by the Fists of Stone pitted them against the legendary Sadists, and lancers began their raid over every possible province, save for Ssessloth. Chaos was everywhere.

The Schism of the Lords had begun, with enemies a hundred times more vicious, and weaponry a thousand times more destructive.

When the strange events started happening, Selene Darkholme-Annirak and her young baby daughter, Cassandra Darkholme-Annirak, flee in the cover of the night to Base Omega in lower Raunin. She feared her life and her daughter’s live. She knew Base Omega would be the safest place in Jenrak. Her husband, Saerus Annirak, would only find a letter the next morning on her side o the bed.

Dearest Husband,

I write this letter to tell you…..that I have left you. I’m heading to a safe place, Base Omega. The reason I flee is because of the events that happened at both Shalrack University and the hanging courtyard of Murun. I will be safe at Base Omega, safer then I would be at the castle. If you need anything from me, you know where to find me.

With Love,
Selene

But Selene was not the only Darkholme that knew something big was about to happen. Edward Darkholme did the same thing but he sent his children, Farkas and Akila, to Base Omega. He feared something big was going to happen in the near future but did not want to leave his wife’s side.

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Then all hell broke loose, Southern Archios invaded Northern Naharank. His wife’s army and brother-in-law’s army attacking each other. He tries to be the peacemaker but neither Ashili nor Saerus listens to his words. So…Edward Darkholme left his wife to fight her battle with a dear friend. Edward took the soldiers at Ashili’s castle and left the castle, heading towards Base Omega. The passwords, to active the automatic chain guns in the castle’s walls, was left on Ashili’s side of the bed.

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Edward’s office at Base Omega, he was getting ready for battle. Edward Darkholme (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Edward%20Darkholme.JPG) stood in front of his desk. The desk lined with many pistols and extra clips or rounds for the pistols. He looked like a one-man army with the hostlers he had on his toned body.

Selene (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Selene%20Darkholme.JPG) walked in, “I’m not going by to the Dominion. I will not leave Saerus.” she said with an anger tone.

“Father is the one who ordered.” said Edward in a clam tone. “He wants you and the children to head back to the Dominion. Where it is safe.” He put his custom 9mm pistols in hostlers on his upper legs.

“What are you?” she demands.

“I have things to do.” said Edward as he loaded two Korth revolvers (.357 Magnum) and placed them in the shoulder hostlers.

“Like what? I can help you and you know it.” she said.

“Nope.” said Edward. “You can’t not help me. The things I’m going to do is between me and Father.”

Selene just looked at him, staying quiet as Edward continued putting pistols on him. He placed two Heckler & Koch USP Compact pistols, .45 ACP versions, in hostlers on the back of his belt. Then he picked up the last firearms, a rare and unusual one at that. In his hands was a Mateba Model 6 Unica, a very unusual revolver that is an automatic revolver. Placing that in a hostler on the front-right side of his belt, he moved over to the coat rack in corner of office. Taking a long tan coat off the rack, one that would fit better in the wasteland s of eastern Russia then the deserts of Jenrak. He walked over to his sister as he put it on, “Go get the children ready to left, dear sister.” he said before kissing her forehead.

As he walked out of the office, he donned a black half mask that covered his mouth and nose. Then he put the hood on as he disappeared into the shadows. The only thing that could be seen was his cold blue eyes, lifeless as he looked forwards in the shadows.

As Saerus came home one day, after his pitting against Ashili, he expected to meet Selene, yet he did not see her, only the note she left behind. He tried to contain his fury, his anger, his uncontrollable fit of rage; yet he could not. Sitting down on the bed, he only sighed, ringing for the servants to come to his side. As they crawled up the stairs, and into his room only with a half-blank stare, they pondered, “What is going on?” Before Saerus reached into his draw boards, and held out a pistol at their heads, as they stood still in fright. Shaking, his hands sweaty, Saerus only fired in front of their feet, as they leaped up in terror, still quiet and stuck as stone. He shook his head, wary and tired, punching a massive dent into the wall.

“Leave me be.” He said, beckoning them to leave, still wondering on what that was about. In fear, they left, and they were back in their damp, closed and muddy rooms, packaging to leave, but they only got so far. The moment they left, Saerus took out his rifle, and began to pick them off, as they ran for the safety of the road, but his accuracy was only too great, that nobody survived. Everybody, in a heaping, steaming pile of corpses were finally piled up and burned, right outside his castle door.

Meanwhile, in the captured sectors of Neorun, North Naharank. Ashili only quietly seemed to slip amongst the tall blades of grass, the muddy marshes thick and humid, the green paint upon her face covering her presence, her skin toned in a stench of dried blood. But not even the disguises she wore could stop the moonlight, which only pranced off the tip of her blade, slowly creeping up behind the two soldiers who loitered around, waiting for the signal in fire, groping and blazing in the sky. Before she slid carefully her blade to cut their throats, she listened as they began their conversation.

“It’s inevitable. Our great Lord Saerus is the going to be the true victor of this. Ain’t that right Tom?” The first soldiers said, chuckling as he spat into the marshy grass. “Nothing nobody can do about it.”

“Yeah, cause he controls all the underworld crime. Won’t be long before we have scum fighting for us, right?” The second soldier agreed, laughing loudly. “Won’t be long before he kills that whore of a Matriarch. I tell you, Lord Nahk’s pretty little girl would have been a better general. Don’t you agree?” But before the soldier could say anything, Ashili emerged, and sliced the blade right through both of their necks, their skin-like larynxes spurting out blood, vomiting out their previous meal, all over the ground into the seeping mud. And there, on top of their bodies, Ashili set-up the bomb for the next attack.

Before Selene and the children got into the plane, a soldier ran up to her. “Princess, you have a phone call.” said the soldier, a private of the 34th Hel Digunners. “It is your father.” He gave her a phone and walked out of hearing range.

She took the phone and pushed it to her eye, “Father, we are about to be on our way to the Dominion. What is it you need?” she asked.

“You’re staying. Sent the children to us. We will watch over them.” said the voice on the other end. The voice of the God-Emperor Count JWolf.

“Why a change of heart?” she asked, jokily.

“Because I hear that Ashili and Saerus were fighting each other.” said the Count. “And Edward is off doing something for me.” Selene waited for the next thing to come from his mouth. “So…you will become acting Field Marshal of the Dominion.”

“Are you joking?” she asked. “I have never command a force of this size.”

“That is why I’m sending Dawson and his Raptors to Jenrak.” said the Count. “And check in the trunk in Edward’s office. There is a gift for you.”

“Okay.” said Selene. “Is that all?”

“Yes, stay safe.” said the Count. He hung up the phone as Selene hung the other phone up. She handed back to the soldier. Then she watched the plane take off and headed towards the Dominion. After that she took off to Edward’s office…

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A black four-door sedan pulled outside the capital building in Raunin, Raunin. The first person to get out was a man that looked like an Eskimo with black gloves. It was Edward Darkholme or a pissed off manic because of what is happening around him. Two blonde haired men (http://img437.imageshack.us/img437/9207/havoc4dr.jpg) got out the back, both men were Transylvania body armor (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/TransylvanianBA.jpg) in urban camo. One off them was Havoc, who had on a black cape with blue flames going up towards his head. Chaos had a black cape with orange going up towards his head. Each one had their whips and a Franchi SPAS-12shotgun.

As they shut the doors, Edward said “Follow me.” He moved towards the front door with Havoc and Chaos behind him. They were about to have meeting with the Raunin governor or whatever they are called.

About three miles behind Edward, a convoy of HMMWVs transporting 5,000 soldiers of the 3rd Jackson's Roughnecks were heading his way. Each soldier was armed with an AR-56 assault rifle and a PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol. Plus…each one was wearing a set of Transylvanian body armor in forest green and black. 20 Mi-28 Havoc attack helicopters guarded the sky above the convoy.

The Blue Fox – Strip Club
Desdomahk and his clad, his elite, were ready for some stress relief, as they fought on the front lines against the gruesome Fists of Stone, despite the enormous beasts being sent to the brink of extinction by the skilled Sadists. A massive Sadist assault on their forces have left them crippled, and any attack upon the elite of Jenrak’s blood would be foolhardy at the moment. He was in such danger. But then again, he had to relieve the stress somehow, if not just going to a large strip club, renting out the entire place and enjoying the show with his Generals, his captains and his elite soldiers; his idea of a ‘boy’s night out’. Certainly, he expected to leave his sorrows behind in bliss. Besides, what could go wrong? As his men smirkingly entered into the club, the red velvet wire opening the way, the bouncer standing merely quiet, unwavering their eyes as they gave him thumbs up, approval of their amusement. For the soldiers and the military now commanded all, and the rest had simply to wait, for the worst to end.

But nobody knew how long this wretched civil war would last, nobody knew what would happen, whether Arcarum’s fist would still be as long and crushing as it was before. If not, then Jenrak’s political and civil freedoms will be a more ‘accepted’ level in the international community, and who knows? Perhaps Jenrak’s reputation will change from a hated chemicalist to a good force in the world. But if Arcarum succeeds, then his reach will only strengthen, his resolve to keep the lands of Jenrak under his iron fist, the people never seeing the lick of freedom no more. If only these ‘terrorist’ organizations did not start this. Everything was safe and simple before, but now things seem to spiral out of control.

That was what raced through Desdomahk’s mind was relinquished, as he watched the strippers go up onto the stage, their ‘art’ uncanny. Their legs seemed to go on forever, as they untangled their bras and their perfect breasts were lit dimly by the imposing red tone of the light, the soldiers around him and his generals clapping and yelling raucous terms in their drunken state, slipping money into their panties, as they slowly climbed into their laps, caressing their stomachs, slowly moving down to their waists. It was erotic, it was humid, and they were tired. But the strippers, the dancers, and the club seemed to take it all away, with the nude women prancing around, giving lap dances and the strong drinks making them forget about their worries. It was a simple night, until the announcer spoke out special entertainment on the hologram. Nobody knew whom it would be.

But as the lights went out, and the clanging of feet were heard on the cold concrete floor, Desdomahk kept his hand beneath his chin, leaning on his right elbow, watching, and waiting for the next show. Finally, out of elegance, out of the soft lights, came out a women, as she swung on the poles, here graceful and beautiful singing voice seeming oddly familiar. But he had paid no attention to her singing; only her lithe, luscious body, her beautiful and hypnotic eyes, her long mahogany hair. Only her eyes were the part of her face not covered in a thick black veil, while her skimpy outfit covered the slight area around her nipples, her lower regions only barely covered by a tightly stretched silk piece, which was uncouthly transparent, revealing her entire body, as she swung elegantly across the area. The men were yelling, and they were cheering, throwing their money across towards her, slipping money into their tiny bra, smirking uncontrollably. As she climbed upon the closest man into his lap, she moved her fingers slowly down his back, seeming to untie his tie. She did not say anything, but only moved quickly to another man, in the far back, to raucous cheering of his peers.

She quickly climbed onto his lap, and did the identical thing, as she rubbed her fingers slowly across his thigh, his erection tickling her leg, her foot rubbing his erection, as he gasped in relief. “Fucking amazing.” He said, chuckling as his fellow soldiers cheered him on. She stood up, and left to find others, and he gasped in awe, sliding money into her bra, his hand rubbing her breast for a few seconds before she finally moved towards Desdomahk, whom only slightly smiled.

As she climbed onto him, his Generals and his soldiers cheered him on, her soft moaning slightly closing her eyes as she squinted, and Desdomahk groaned in a fetish. His men still cheering him on, Desdomahk indulged in the experience, as she opened up her eyes fully and looked at him with a hypnotic look, and he contracted his eyebrows, standing up immediately and taking out his gun, aiming at between her eyes, as she lay still on the floor, watching for his next move. She did not seem to panic, only stayed still and silent. “I know who you fucking are.” Desdomahk said, loading his gun before his Generals and his soldiers stopped him.

“No! You musn’t!” They urged, not wanting a beautifully crafted woman to go to waste, as Desdomahk stood up straight, and then slapped the stripper as she was getting up, blood trickling down her veil. In a blinding rage, he stormed out of the strip club, as his men and his Generals stayed inside to help the woman up, as she walked to the back wall, behind the lights and the stage. As she sat down, the elusive General Illuminaatrix sat down beside her, and softly kissed her cheek, taking off her veil, and treating her bloody wound. Quietly, he whispered, “What happened?” To her, and she sighed.

“Desdomahk saw through me.” Denise said, worried. Illuminaatrix only kissed her forehead.

“Don’t worry. He’s just one death. You’ve done more than that.” He said, giving her a small remote, as she smiled, and kissed him back.

In a split second, Denise pushed the button, and the bombs she so carefully set upon the backs of the men she climbed upon, detonated. Only the fortified back wall installed earlier stood up, as Desdomahk, standing outside in fury, watched in pain as his greatest Generals and his best soldiers were killed, and the shrapnel cut itself across his cheek.

“I never want to play this role again. It’s…beneath me.” Denise said, after the carnage.

OOC: TAGged by Nueve Italia. Can't post yet due to recent events.

Official Declaration of Internal Instability
To all nations in the world, and all allies and enemies. Jenrak is in a massively dangerosu and unstable time, and we will brace for the worst, but we are notifying all allies that they are no longer allies, and all enemies are no longer seen as enemies.
-Arcarum Dreskisk

Delidrian – Haasdra Border
A slew of rockets flew by as they crumbled into the wall, the machine gun fire repeated as the Sadists stood up and fired, aiming flawlessly as they pierced past the armour of the Delidrian mercenaries, the walls going down as the towers were crushed underneath the crippling explosions of the grenades, the ravaging as the Sadists paratrooper down behind the enemy’s lines, the suicides disrupting enemy communications.

Quickly, the fires began to spread, the artillery pounding down upon the doors of the Malakai Fortress, the tall winding aristocratic stronghold beating with a military heart, it’s strength the gate to the annexation of the Delidrian lands, as lead sprayed throughout the air, blood seeping into the creeks nearby. Sand billowed with fury, as missiles smashed into the walls nearby, sending glass spraying out everywhere, thickening into the eyes of the Delidrian Mercenaries. The Sadists, as cruel and demented their minds were, did not aim for the deaths of their foes, at least, not instantly. They were intent on the gangrene, the diseases, and the blindness to take the fury for them. As the Delidrian Mercenaries cried in anguish, the Sadists began to catapult rabid rats across the lines, as they started to hunger against the soldiers, the sheer numbers overwhelming as the mercenaries began to flee against the feast, before another gassing would continue. When the frontal lines were consumed, Haasdra will reach further into Delidrian.

Naharank
Ashili fired a missile into the square of Saerus’ units, as the lancers swiftly hung forwards in slow motion, as if time had stopped, piercing into the whiting gaze of the artillery, the sheer speed overwhelming the inaccuracy of the missiles and the shells, the Archios navy smashing into their left flanks, the coastline too long and wide, the lancers too swift and quick. Mobs of Para trooping militia, where Saerus seemed to get them was unknown, but they swooped down and began to fire upon the enemy, ruthless and brutal, as relentless and unforgiving as they had ever been.

Fire lighting up the battlefield, enemy forces advancing into Naharank space, Ashili could glare as she fired rocket after rocket, the machine guns lighting up from her tanks as they pummelled lead into the lancers, the trail of destruction leaving behind a soft and blazing flame, spreading across the sands, deep into the concrete highway. Panic ensued, as the lancers edged ever closer, and Saerus launched ever more forces, piercing ever more enemies and grabbing even more land, as the province of Archios began to spread farther and farther out, into Naharank’s borders, as they pushed back here and there, yet the dive was in the western end of the sector. The fist of Saerus constantly kept creeping forwards into the coastline, the Naharank soldiers unable to respond due to the overwhelming naval support.

Raunin, in the province of Jeviz’Kraa
Due to their brief fights against the Ssessloth marauders, the massive air raids and the large lancer assaults, Jeviz’Kraa has found itself at odds with the Muruns of Desdomahk’s legions, as they kept guerilla striking at the hearts of the Fists of Stone, which caused contemporary chaos for the Sword Bearers, whom used the Fists of Stone as collateral in their attacks. The balance of power was shifted in two ways; Archios gaining power in the north, Haasdra taking control in the south. It would not be long before the Fists of Stone would be battling lancers and the Sword Bearers pitting against the Sadists.

Raunin
“Sir, A foreigner has some to talk to you. Matriarch Ashili’s dead.” The man said, bowing lowly, as the Raunin prefect only raised his eyebrows.

“Activate all turrets, and machine guns, and put all troops on full alert, allow the man in. I will not trust anyone – least of all a foreigner.”

Raunin
Edward, Havoc, and Chaos walked into the office of Raunin prefect, Edward smiled but it cloud not be seen under the half black mask. But his ice blue looked at the man behind the desk in front of him. “Evening, Mr. Prefect.” said Edward as he lower his hood. “You know who am I, right?”

“If you didn’t know, I’m Edward Darkholme.” he paused as Havoc and Chaos watched on. “The new ruler of Raunin.” Havoc and Chaos pointed their shotgun at the guards in the room. Their trigger fingers sitting on the trigger of the shotguns. Daring somebody to move.

“We can do it one of two ways. An easy way by giving me Raunin.” he paused again. “Or the hard way, I take it.”

"These are hard times, Mr. Darkholme. I'm not giving you Raunin. I will not give up the county for a foreigner." He grabbed the remote from his drawer. "There are turrets, machine guns and all the manner of defenses outside. Do you honestly think you can get out unscathed?"

Edward looked at the man and started laughing. He pulled a small black radio from his coat pocket. “I know these are hard times.” he said with an eerie tone in his voice. “I don’t care that you have turrets and machine guns guarding this place.”

“Do you think I’m an idiot by not bringing back-up?” he said. “I think you picked the hard way, too.” He raised the radio to his mouth and said “Attack now.”

As the order when through, the 20 Mi-28 Havoc attack helicopters flew towards the building. Launching rockets at the turrets and machine gun nests that could be seen. The convoy of HMMWVs pulled up in chaos and the Roughnecks jumped out, shooting at anybody with a rifle or shotgun or handgun.

Inside the prefect’s office, Havoc and Chaos opened fire on the guard at close range. Then they watched the only door in the room for more guards to enter. Edward drew his Mateba Model 6 Unica and said “You can end this anytime.”

Raunin
The prefect only twitched his jaw in anger. “I’ll see you burn for this!” He yelled, standing up, as he was apparently holding a concealed flamethrower, and started to spew forth flame as his security have done so as well. “I’ll make you burn!” Immediately, the turrets and the gun towers, the machine guns, any of which were not immediately destroyed, flung to life.

Erges, the Second Day Massacre
The Sadists only waddled in their blood, as the gasses crept slowly along their arms, the blood dripping down the walls and the doors smashed open, ruins everywhere as the darkness filled the land. Swinging lights from the lamps that were not crushed made eerie twisting shadows, as the Sadist forces trampled on, the biological weaponry unleashed dictating a massive green fog. As they trailed forwards, watching closely looking around, a small girl leaped from behind the shattered car, with large inhuman fangs outstretched. With a quick reflex, the Sadist twisted around and smashed the girl in her skull, crushing her brains as he wrung his hand out, his other hand gripping the long, bayonet attached rifle.

“Scummish deformities are here in this city. They must all be killed.” The Sadist spoke with a leering voice, as the others followed suite.

Arcarum’s castle, Haasdra
As Arcarum sat there, sleeping, his hands were held tightly on his rifle, his feet at the end of his sword, his slumber a small tone of awake, but it was dimly aware. Far below the confines of the stone castle, Serrin raged against her bloodthirsty battle against Viraranaar, whom wondered on what she had begun her ambush on. “I see your point – “ Viraranaar dodged the blow, and countered with his axe, “but why fight, Serrin?” He swung up, twisting towards the door, yet Serrin launched a hidden weapon onto his neck, but Viraranaar dodged, and flung himself out of the chamber, and leaped into the river.

Outside, the battle raged on. More rockets flew from the pods on the Mi-28 Havoc attack helicopters. Targeting the turrets and machine that were not destroyed in first attack. One helicopter fell form the sky, crashing into the ground. The Roughnecks moved forwards, only ten have fell in battle.

Inside the prefect’s office, Edward dove to the right and raised his left hand at the flames heading towards Havoc’s and Chaos’ back. He unleashed a ‘wave’ of cold air into the air around the flames. The flames disappeared before it harmed anybody.

Using his right hand, he squeezed the revolver’s metal trigger. The six rounds flew from the barrel of the Mateba Model 6 Unica, heading towards the tank of the flamethrower.

"If I die, then you're going with me." The prefect claimed, turning on a bomb. "You won't enjoy it in hell." He prepared to press the button.

But he could not press the button, a whip wrapped around that hand. On the other end of the whip was a smiling Havoc. “Nope, not going to work.” said Havoc. To make sure the prefect could not cloud not use his other hand, Chaos used his whip to wrap around his other hand. At the same time, they pulled towards themselves. Forcing the prefect to come to them.

Half way to them, Edward kicked him in side of his knee. Making him drop to the ground with maybe a broke leg or ****ed up knee. “I’m doing this for the better of this province.” said Edward. “And you will be part of the better future for this province.” Drawing one of the Korth revolvers, he waited for prefect to say something.

The prefect shook in a slight moment of fear, until he called upon his discipline to keep himself together. "Ego rethrias." The prefect said, before spitting into Edward's face. "Fuck you." He merely replied.

“No…I don’t fuck men.” said Edward; he got the spit off his face. “That is why I married Ashili.” He walked to the door as Havoc and Chaos ready their Franchi SPAS-12 shotguns at the former prefect of Raunin. “Bye, you did put up a good fight.” said Edward as the sounds of shotguns being fired.

Edward, Havoc, and Chaos left the body in the office, moved to the front of the building. Death was everywhere in the building, blood was pouring out of the bodies of the fallen guards. They did put up a good fight but look at whom they were against.

Making it outside, Edward met up with the man leading the attack. “You know what to do.” said Edward as he boarded a Mi-35 Hind E assault transport helicopter that flew in to pick them. Edward looked back as the building was rigged with bombs. And more attack squads hunted down other members of the Raunin government, as the building blew up.

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After arriving back at Base Omega, Edward met Selene at the rear of a C-130 Hercules cargo plane. She was in black military officers uniform with a black leather duster with pink line going down the arms. With a black helmet in her hands, Edward said “Looks like father has a job for you.”

“Yes, he does.” said Selene as she walked up the back ramp.

“Watch yourself out there.” said Edward as he head to his office.

Inside the back of the plane, four two-toned black and pink Yamaha R1 was sat. Ropes were placed to keep them from falling over. Selene looked at the three over woman in the back. All members of the Pink Ladies, her own badass biker gang. They were wearing something like Selene wore on the second date with Saerus.

The plane took off heading towards Archios. After 30 minutes, the plane flew close to the ground. As one by one, Selene and the other bikers jumped out the back with their bikes. As fast as they could go, they head toward Saerus’s castle. Selene’s pink hair was flying in the wind out of the back of her helmet.

Saerus’ Castle, Capital staging point of the Archios ‘Empire’
As he sat down, watching over the photos he took with his wife, the pictures he slowly looked upon, as his daughter was born, Saerus only sat cross-legged, hands tilting on his chin, blade at his hand, as he sat in his room, looking at the photos still, amongst the bodies of the prisoners rotting on his bedroom floor, the carpet soaking up the blood that drivelled out from the flesh, as they lolled with their tongues out, their eyes peeled and their eye-lids removed. It was proven to be ineffective as they did not utter a single helpful word. Truly, people from Naharank were much more proficient than he had first thought. No worries, however, for he would begin the next invasion soon, launching the forefront of the attack into the western Delidrian lands, where his massive, growing army would soon gain a foothold against the Sadists of Arcarum. They would be unable to defeat them, Saerus assured. Surely there is still strength in numbers against such a pious and honourable foe?

Yes more news of missing persons, odd disappearances, entire battalions found dead on patrols. It didn’t seem to add up. Somebody was playing them for fools, and Saerus, while fallen into their neat and tidy little trap, could not find a way out safely. His only option is to scour the entire lands for the perpetrators, but they could be anywhere. The confusion of war is naturally thick, and they could have escaped into other lands. Sanduras was still in their grip, Hsac under their heels. The slaves were always a part of the Jenrakian tradition, and Sanduras’ betrayal will be remembered for generations to come. He had nothing left to do. The only thing left for him was to interrogate the rest of the survivors, whom hung still in the dungeon.

In the dark confines of the Annirak Castle, Saerus only watched as he saw the prisoners of war, hung by ropes upside down in burlap sacks, hung still like chickens before their boiling. In a strong voice, Saerus replied told them, “You will be asked questions, if the blood hasn’t clogged your mind by now. Otherwise,” he shot a man, whom hung upside down in a burlap sack, as the blood poured out into the bucket placed under him, exactly like the others before him, as the soft crying and yelling of the others were toned down. “your blood will make sure my courtyard stays green and fresh.” He smiled slightly. Saerus was under immense pressure; he was slowly turning into Nahk, and he had not yet realised it. “Now, I will begin my questions.” He said, standing at the top of the balcony. He held his gun out, and fired a round into another sack, as the blood seeped out into the bucket below it. “What is your next appointed movement?” He waited only a few seconds, before shooting. After firing another round, he asked, “Did Ashili send you?” And he waited. The interrogation went fairly quickly, as he kept on killing and killing, as litres of blood filled his buckets, apparently nobody wanted to reply, or could not, as the blood had rushed too greatly into their brains.

Getting out of the dungeon, he was disgusted, vowing to bring more prisoners once he had finished with the Sadists.

Edward stepped up to the podium; he was wearing the same thing he had on early. But there was blood on parts of his coat; hell he did not care about the blood. On the front of the podium was the flag of the Dominion. A group of people behind the camera, which was pointing at him. As the person counted down from five, Edward readied himself to talk to everybody in Raunin and everywhere else in Jenrak.

As the man mouthed one, Edward started “People of Raunin and other places of Jenrak. I come to you today from a room in Base Omega. And I‘m here to talk about what happened early in Raunin‘s capital. What I did early was for the future of Raunin and Jenrak.”

“I told the prefect of Raunin my plane and he spit in my face.” said Edward in a tone that people would believe him. Plus, with the building destroy; they would not be any tapes of what really happen in that office. “Then he attack me and two others in his others. Go thing I have a small army follow there. The prefect of Raunin was shot and killed in his own office.”

“For the future of Raunin, I have took into myself to become the leader of Raunin.” he said. “Raunin is under the protection of the Dominion, now. It will be handed over after this damn civil war is over.” Then the scene slowly went to black. A huge smile across Edward’s lips.

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At the same time Edward made his speech, a team of six soldiers from the 16th Shadow Foxes (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/16th.jpg) moved to find a man named General Illuminaatrix. Each one was wearing a set of Transylvanian body armor in dim gray and stale gray with a black duster over it. Each one was armed with an AR-66 silent assault rifle and a H&K SOCOM pistol. A tall man lead this team, a man named Aelfric Fey and had the rank of Captain.

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Outside Saerus’ castle, the wife of Saerus pulled into the driveway. As Selene and her bikers parked their bikes at he front steps, soldiers pointed guns at them. Taking off her helmet, Selene looked at the soldiers with an evil.

“How dare you point a gun at me.” she said. “You pointing a gun at me is like you pointing a gun at Saerus himself.” The other bikers took their helmet off and placed them on their bikes. Selene wanted to kill the soldiers but stopped herself. She waited for them to say anything.

Jeviz’Kraa
As Illuminaatrix watched Edward proclaim himself the new ruler of Raunin, he only sat down in grief. With the growing threat of power-hungry Saerus, and the extension of Arcarum’s hand, Illuminaatrix could now only watch in pain as whom he once called an honourable man had done an unmistakeable move for an inconclusive reason.

The Annirak Castle
Saerus seemed did not seem to notice the blood on his coat, the stains on his face, as he walked out into the castle driveway, seeing his wife come back, he was overly glad, for nothing seemed to affect him anymore. His stress compounded immediately, his worries gone for the moment that he stood, smiling at his wife. “Welcome back, Selene.” He looked the others. “I see you have brought some friends. That’s nice. What about our daughter?” He asked, hoping to see his daughter once more before he would fight what could be his last fight.

Archios, the Evergone Castle – Last Naharank Defense
Lancers pummelled into the stone walls, the missiles flying as the machine guns bristled with fire, lead sleeting through the air, the sun setting as the cool breeze blew amongst the bloody corpses, blood draining into the sand, the castle being fought against catapults and sieges of monstrous proportions. Flames flickered as massive tanks and swift lancers whistled through the sands, long rockets swiftly twisting about as the soldiers fell, their bodies crippling against the mountain of steel. In a quick launch, turrets emerged from the sands, helicopters and aircraft from the hangars. More and more, as both sides fought and bled and carried on in their brigade, fire leaping over the barbed trenches and the sands getting into their eyes.

In the lines, a lone lancer jumped over the ramp-like stars into the firing land, as he spun his way into the courtyards, the blazing of the machine gun firing every quickly breaking through the steel shield he stuck up immediately, as he tangled with the controls, the gates instantly opening up and the front lines charging forwards as the tanks still swung heavily at the missile and the machine gun fire, the illuminating scene becoming the light for the battle, the flames dying out as the humid air clogged up their senses.

The lancers had pierced the way into the Naharank premiere defence, the rest of the province inevitably stuck without a powerful army to defend themselves. As the soldiers broke their way into the castle, plundering the riches within the Archios castle, a group of C4 toting infantry rallied up against the large metal doors that locked in the entrance way into Ashili’s chambers, the men preparing for the opening of the doors and the capture of Ashili Darkholme, the last southern resistance before the ‘Annirak Empire’ stretches eastward.

From her chambers, Ashili held a small rocket propelled grenade launcher, watching carefully as the door began to be pummelled from the outside, the explosives reaching ever closer. One of the commanders, a powerful man named Alth, suggested for Ashili to escape while she had the chance. ‘Naharank can not die,’ he reasoned, ‘but you can. You have children who need you.’ They reasoned, trying to urge her to escape through the tunnel. Yet she adamantly refused to flee like a coward.

“I will not surrender to Saerus’ jockey-legions.” She complained, shaking her head. “I will fight, and kill, and make sure they know who they are dealing with.” She retorted.

Delidrian
Arcarum only walked up, topless with his long robed pants still on, a large rifle in his left hand, his sword perched in his right hand. Walking up to the dreaded Amosthenes, Arcarum only raised his rifle, as the soldiers behind Amos lifted their rifles, aiming at Arcarum’s head. The Sadists, whom did not inch at a single bit, made the place seem odd, that they would not raise their rifle to defend their leader. But perhaps the siege was to be ended by Arcarum’s blade, as promised? That he would kill the last of the Delidrian royalty? Already the streets of decadent Delidria run red with the blood of the nobles, the castles empty and hollow as the Sadists now make it their new home, their new staging points as new weapons unseen before begin to take refuge within it’s fabled and glittering marbled halls.

Arcarum did not say much, only a few words that stated his notion. “Traitor.” He murmured, as the final Delidrian soldiers fired. Before they even pulled their triggers, Arcarum bent back, the snapping of his bones echoing into the hallway, as the lead pounded upon the Sadists, their armour taking the damage. Pushing his blade into Amosthenes’ throat, and slashing into his gut, he threw the corpse into the soldier’s line of view, as they struggled to take the body off their sight, but it was simply too late. Standing upright, Arcarum fired, and their bodies fell slumped, right onto the table, as blood seeped out and stained the documents.

Jeviz’Kraa

It took a couple of hours for the Shadow Foxes to find out General Illuminaatrix. As the six man team moved through the darkness of alley, they had an eye out for him. After more hours of searching, they tracked him down. Captain Aelfric Fey walked into building which General Illuminaatrix; the blonde hair man scanned the room and found him.

“General Illuminaatrix, we have a deal for you.” said the Captain as he walked over to him.

The Annirak Castle

“You will see her later.” said Selene. She placed her helmet down and walked over to Saerus. She kissed him before pull back, “My brother is the leader of Raunin, now.” she said. “The only place that will remain like it was before this damn war started.”

“And I want to stop the fighting with Ashili.” she said. “I don’t want to see you or her fall in battle.”

“Edward will become a force that could not be stop, if Ashili is killed by your force.”

Archios, the Evergone Castle– Last Naharank Defense

High above the castle, a wave of A-10 Thunderbolt IIs appeared from the clouds. A total of 100 flew above Saerus’ forces, dropping bombs and firing their cannons at the enemy. This was just first of the back up from the Dominion to Ashili.

Jeviz’Kraa
“I need to go to the washroom. Excuse me.” He said, smiling, holding his pants impatiently, and quickly running into the washroom. There, as quick as a blink of an eye, he disappeared once more.

Annirak Castle
Saerus only chuckled. He was not afraid. “Don’t you see? It’s Ashili I’m fighting anymore. I’m not going to kill her. Naharank is mine now.” He smiled, wiping his blood stained hair back. “And I will convince Ashili to join the military empire of Archios, and Haasdra will be crushed.” He smiled once more, expecting approval.

Evergone Castle
The soldiers of Archios only held their rifles at close quarters, waiting from a response from Ashili and her men. As she lifted up her launcher, a dart flew from every single one of their rifles, deep into her neck, as they knocked her and her generals out. The bodies slumped onto the floor, dazed and unconscious, the soldiers only picked them up, and began to walk out of the castle when the shockwave from the bombs had begun.

Erges
Viraranaar only stood in a pile of blood, the corpses still rotting as he looked about, his axe-like staff held gracefully in his hand. From behind, her face dipped in blood to hide her smell, Denise quietly trenched towards the Black Patriarchal leader, her blade slowly unsheathing, ready to strike. Her loyalty was to Jeviz’Kraa, to her newfound love, Illuminaatrix, and to whatever cause he gives. His next assignment was the capture of the lethal Viraranaar, a man without sides, whom Illuminaatrix believed would provide a powerful ally to the expansion of the secret lands. Still quiet, and careful she crept still, wading through the bodies waiting to reach the length she could slash him and slice him in two. But the quiet streets of bloody Erges is still a soft wade away, and she kept silent, almost unheard. However, something had broken her stealth, and Viraranaar leaped backwards, landing behind Denise, and swinging his axe down, as she lifted up her blade to block his heavy and strong stroke. “Denise? What are you – “ he dodged another slash, and twisted his way around, ending behind her again and he kicked her into the pile of wooden boxes nearby. “ – doing here?”

Denise did not say anything, but only leaped up and lunged at Vira, who caught the blade between the ridges on his axe, and twisted the blade out of her hands, her fingers bleeding profusely against the painful grab. A punch was blocked, and only ended up in Vira’s hands, before Denise wrestled free and elbowed him in the stomach, and then head butted him into the ground. Taking her sword back up, she lifted her blade in recognition and swung down, to deliver the finishing stroke, yet Vira launched an uncanny move by grabbing the blade with his feet, and used her grip to lunge himself to strike her in the head. Standing up, Viraranaar only held his axe out. “You’re sneaky.” He said, breathing slowly, as Denise merely smiled.

“But you have much to learn, Denise. You can only get it with experience.” He replied, as he lifted his axe, unscrewed the bottom to revealed a long elegant sword, and held the top blades in a shield like fashion. “I will now escape into the darkness, and you will be unable to stop me.” He said, his leg out, his other leg bend back into a leaning, elegant stance.

“Stop me? You’re too egotistic for your own good, Viraranaar. Join the Sword bearers. You’re the last of your kind. Saerus killed them all off.” Denise explained, but Viraranaar kept still.

“Ah, but the complacency of the morally unknown. There is a haven,” he said, lunging up and striking down forcefully, as Denise blocked the attack skilfully, “that I belong,” he twisted and kicked her in the stomach, sending her back a few steps, “and that is where I need to go, Denise.” He lunged his fist into her stomach, and she flew into the brick wall, knocked out.

With that, he screwed his sword back onto his shield, and he held his axe up once more, trotting back in the night towards his alleged ‘haven’.

Jeviz’Kraa

“Damn it.” said Captain Aelfric Fey. “Maybe Prince Edward was wrong about him.” He looked back at his men, “Well…the Dominion is not going to wait for his answer. We will track him down again.”

“The goofy man, now listening to me. He was about to save his nation.” said the Captain out loud.

Evergone Castle

As the bombs hit Saerus’ forces near the castle, it make a good opening for the Dominion soldiers to move towards the castle. About 50 Hind E assault transport helicopters flew towards the castle. The helicopters started firing at Saerus’ forces.

As soldiers used ropes to drop out of the copters, not a enough to do to much to Saerus’ forces but that was not their job. A total of 500 Dominion soldiers have arrived to be back up for a man in tan coat that looked like something for a freezing area not the damn desert.

These men were Roughnecks, armed with the same thing as the Raunin attack. They started engaging Saerus solders close to them as Edward ran at the soldiers taking his wife. With both of his 9mm pistols in his hands, he started shooting at the soldier’s heads. But he was using hollow-point bullets not his normal HE rounds. “Get your damn hands off of my wife.” he yelled.

Annirak Castle

Selene looked down, not wanting to look at her husband anymore. “Ashili would never join your army. The only reason your army took was because you’re the so-called king of the underworld.” she said.

She stopped and looked back at him. There was a blue light in her left ear and it was blinking. She smiled, “Looks like you're not going to get Ashili after all.” she said.

Archios Castle
Saerus did not want to hear those words. Immediately, his face seemed as if he had not slept in a long time, and turned around. He had pretended he did not hear any of it. While he did not become dangerously angry as he normally did, he was a much more painful type of anger, a sorrowful dissappointment. Turning around, he turned around, and without looking back at her, he said, "I have an eastern front to invade, and my forces are going to be stressed now that your brother is fighting against me. but I'll manage without any help." He walked off, without a single reply or response, right to the hangars.

Naharank
Ashili only stirred, as the soldiers raised their weapons in fear. "Who's...there?" She asked softly, before going back into a daze.

Archios Castle

Selene smiled; she just took Saerus off his high throne and fucked his head up in one sentence. “Well…watch yourself out there.” she called to him as he disappeared into the hanger. Selene and the bikers walked into the castle. “Well, well, well. Look at what he did to this place.” she said.

Naharank

With twenty Roughnecks behind him, Edward moved closest to soldiers next to Ashili. They would not last long against the heavy armed soldier of the Dominion. Edward took a round in mid-section but he did not care about it. He moved closer and closer until he was next to his wife.

Bleeding from his mouth and other cuts, he picked her up and placed her on his right shoulder. “Remaining soldiers move out.” he ordered over the radio. The Hind E assault transport helicopters, the ones that did not get shoot down, started landing to pick up the remaining Roughnecks. The Roughnecks took the bodies of their fallen brother with them, too. Some of Ashili’s men were taken with them, too. The helicopters headed towards Raunin.

Archios
"Keep the engine running. Do not stop the invasion until Northern Delidria is taken." He commanded, and his troops followed. Out of his castle, out of the military bases that dotted around it, came the massive invasion force that was the remaining entire army that would be Saerus' invasion force, the grand assault upon Delidria would go underway. As always it seemed, a black winged hawk followed their every move.

Delidria - Sadist occupation
As the hawk returned, the Sadist only nodded. "Launch the defensive flank on the left and right wings. Keep the cneter open for machine gun fire. Widen out the numbers and aft up the right centers. Destroy the scum who are coming on Arcarum's orders." He merely said, before walking back into the palace to get ready.

Base Omega

Edward sat in the base’ command center waiting for a message from Captain Aelfric Fey. He didn’t want to be there, he want to be at his wife’s side in the medical center of the base. After fifteen mintues, Fey voice came through the radio channel.

“Prince Edward, General Illuminaatrix is playing a cat and mouse game with us.” said Fey.

“I see. Maybe it was because of my speech early. Whatever.” said Edward.

“What are orders?” asked Fey.

“Find Illuminaatrix.” was all Edward said.

“Will do, Prince Edward.” said Fey then the channel went die. Fey was on the move again. Edward was on the move, too. “Call me, if something important happens.” he said as he disappeared from the command center. A couple of minutes later, he arrived at medical center.

Walking in he saw his wife, “Ashili, you know where you are?” he asked. By then the stuff would have been from her system because the doctor flushed it out of her system.

Base Omega
"Where am I?"

The Great Offensive
As the forces sped forwards, nearly at the front, they were assured that the sheer size and support they recieved would defeat the Sadists, no matter how powerful they are reputed to be. However, on the line, a string was snapped as a lancer ran over it, and the mines erupted, bursting the place into flames.

Base Omega

Edward walked over to his wife’s bed and lends over to look her in her eyes. “You’re at Base Omega, dear.” he said as he kissed her forehead. “I came in and got you away from Saerus’ soldiers.”

“From what Selene said Saerus has a disappointment look on his face after he heard he was not getting you.” said Edward. “You have bad news and good news. You have loss your province and army. But he saved a couple of your officers when we saved you.”

“That was not the good news.” he paused to kiss his wife on the lips, the first time in a while. “I have made myself the watcher and protector of Raunin. The prefect had to died for it to happen. The fucker spit in my face and attack after he heard my plan.”

“And the children are in the Dominion, safe from the war.” he added.

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Meanwhile outside, the first of planes have started landing at the ten bases. They were carrying more soldiers and vehicles with them. Colonel Ronald Dawson (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Dawson.jpg) and 5,000 of his soldiers of the 4th Raptors (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/4th.jpg) were ready to fight. They were just the new soldiers at Base Omega; each base had the same amount of new soldiers. The Raptors total to 50,000 in Raunin as of now, more planes would be bringing more of them to Raunin. The Colonel heads off to find Edward.

Omega Base
Ashili felt relieved. She had felt no care towards the subsequently arrogant prefect of Raunin, and her children were safe. That was all that mattered to her now, for not even Naharank could do damage to her soul. Her fears were gone for now.

The Eastern Front – Delidria
Entire turrets of flame burst from the tips of the sand, illuminating the scene as the tanks rushed into fire, the explosions on Saerus’ army crippling his front lines, the turrets bursting with now lead and shrapnel, grenades of steel and winding metal slashing them into pieces, not even the Transylvanian armour Saerus’ men sported being able to stop the twisting of these odd devices, as they still spun in the air, dipped in green thick liquid, spreading into the blood. As the soldiers screamed in torment, Saerus watched as his men turn on each other, their furious rage enveloping their senses, flaring their violence to a greater level.

“Medic!” He yelled loudly, as the officers ran towards the afflicted victims, but they were bitten as well, and soon became a piece of the large growing hive of insane fighters. Firing madly at his own men, he could only watch in horror as he gunned them down quick enough, so that they could focus on the twisting objects, as the turrets still engulfed the outer legions with flame. Massive blasts of artillery fire in the distance was heard, the zooming sound of a tank shell in the air, until it blasted into massive explosions on his flank, missiles emerging from the thick fog that engulfed the battlefield, more spinning drone-like torturers seeping into the lines, driving his soldiers mad.

Already they were being massacre, and they have barely only stepped into Delidrian lands.

Base Omega

Edward took her left hand, the one with her wedding ring on it. He rubbed it a little before kissing it. “Follow me and you can get into some new clothes.” said Edward as he got up and waited. “Then you can get a updated report on what is happening.”

Omega Base
"Alright." Ashili agreed, getting up slowly.

Eastern Front
Lancers pummelling into the side of the wall, the brick stone caveats pierced as the fog shown to be generated by a small sprinkler like set of hoses, stuck in the ground, blocking their view as they traveled slowly through the fog, waiting for the emergence of the darkness into the flame they cast, a great void of fire leaping into the night with the bullets spraying everywhere, the ground littered with steel and bone. They had a long way to reach. Chemical barrels were launched from airplanes heard above, as they hummed and drifted in reverberating fear, causing a stark fear in their hearts. “Keep your positions.” Saerus said, his hand watching over, his mind in thought as he waited for them to finally drop one.

Zarazekko
He only sat in quiet sentence, as he saw the corpses of his last friend hung, their bodies crucified in rows amongst the fields of the village, the children and the women hung from the trees, the entire darkness of the village empty. He only sat down upon the rock, for he pondered and cried quietly on how anybody could have found his only safe place from the grip of Haasdra. There, he found Desdomahk, his former leader, sitting down, seemingly dead. Of course, Desdomahk only pretended to be dead, as the Fists of Stone have gone through, aided by the Sword Bearing Police.

Omega Base

Edward helped his wife up and helped her walk. Hell…she just been through one hell of a battle. As they walked through the hallways towards Edward’s bedroom, soldiers bowed their heads to them. He was prince and she was a princess, even if she did not want to be one. After making it to his bedroom, he said “You can take a shower over there.” pointing at a wooden door. “Or we could take a shower together, if you are up to it.”

Omega Base
"All right." She said, untying her hair.

Zarazekko
As Viraranaar only watched in silence and horror, a blade crept towards his neck, and he breathed uneasily. "Cannot speak, can you? I know." A familiar voice spoke, only turning out to be Illuminaatrix, a powerful, imposing, skilled man whom crafted his body into a lethal weapon. "You are needed elsewhere, Viraranaar. Come." Illuminaatrix urged.

Base Omega

Edward winked then took off his shirt, throwing on the chair in the corner the room. He turned back at his wife and smiled. The wounds on his upper body had that healed fully. These wounds were the ones he got for saving somebody he loved, somebody who meant more then to him then anybody else. He kissed like he had no see in years, a kiss that would knock a woman off her feet. He slowly moved down her neck as they walked towards the shower.

Omega Base
Ashili only slowly took off her shirt, the shadow narrowing the light on her lithe body, her form magnified by the breaking shadows that only greatened the gleam from her dark red hair, as her breasts glowed narrow in the dim light, her passion flowing through her mind as she still wisped in a soft moan, as Edward kissed her so. Kissing back, she only stood up and urged him to go into the shower, her hand soft and seemingly delicate.

Zarazekko
“Sorry, Illuminaatrix, but you can’t be out to kill me.” Viraranaar said, seeming to predict the trap.

“Of course. Then I’ll have to kill you.” Illuminaatrix merely replied.

Base Omega

Edward did go in to the shower, the water rained down on both of their bodies. It was a beauty thing to watch, but it was only those two in the shower. As the steam began to fog out the mirror and windows of the shower, the lovers did what lovers do.

Hours later…Edward was on the floor of the bathroom, holding his wife. He was going to make sure she was never by herself again. Why did he leave her side? was the question he asked himself over and over in his mind.

Zarazekko
“I’m sorry, but I have to go.” Viraranaar said, lifting up a smokescreen, but Illuminaatrix merely kicked the smoke, as it lunged back into the house wall, and Vira lifted his staff, swinging it’s blade around as Illuminaatrix placed his sword back in his sheath. “No blade? You mock me Eln.” Vira contorted, and Eln only twisted around to punch Vira’s face, launching him back a couple steps once more, hitting him again. Viraranaar lunged up and feinted, as Illuminaatrix lunged his hilt, and hooked Vira’s head in the back of his sword, swinging the advisor into a pile of hay.

Base Omega

After getting off the floor of the bathroom, Edward showed Ashili the wardrobe with cloths that would fit her. Bras and panties in the bottom drawer. Nice blouses in a lot of colors, nice pants in a lot of colors. Boots or shoes under the pants. “Pick anything. Then we can see what is going on, now.” said Edward as he was getting dress himself. It was just his normal stuff…does he own a lot of the same thing. Yes…he does.

Omega Base
Casual wear was her best choice at this moment. No point in dressing in something that would most likely get you killed, it would be the most logical. "Let's go." She said, her voice strong and professional once more.

Zarazekko
Viraranaar was in a different league from Illuminaatrix, who was easily defeating the Black Patriarchal leader. “You have no army now, Vira. I can offer you that. Join me.” Illuminaatrix replied, holding his sword delicately, as Viraranaar only leaped towards him, unscrewing his sword and turning his axe into a shield. In a quick, swift attack, he smashed the shield into Eln’s face, and then slashed, but the second wave missed, as Illuminaatrix only bent down and kicked, turning his left foot unnaturally to lunge himself into Vira’s stomach, sending him flying, as Illuminaatrix regained balance. Lying crippled, in pain, on the ground, Vira lifted himself up slowly.

“You’re good. You fight like Denise.” Vira said.

The Eastern Front
It was absolutely horrendous. Lancers were being picked off by snipers from unknown locations in the fog, missiles from random places in the sky wreaking havoc on their forces. Artillery still hounded them, and Saerus had little left to fight against, unable to see his enemy. “Retreat!” He yelled, as his men began to pull back, unable to fight against the seemingly invisible foe. Perhaps he had underestimated the Sadists after all.

However, he could not have fixed his mistakes, as while his men began to fall back, Saerus was shot in the back, gunned down by a sniper, as he turned face up. Gasping heavily, he only crawled on the ground, fleeting images of his wife, his daughter, and his friends; Arcarum, Illuminaatrix, Nahk, Denise and most importantly, Ashili, before he felt a sharp prolonging pain. Worms began to glisten out of his head, as they chewed through his eyes, feasting on his mind, Saerus yelping in pain.

“Go!” He yelled to his soldiers, as they tried to picked him up. He was only one loss, while they could be more. He had to stay behind, to be killed by worms. By insanity and pain. The last words that uttered from his mouth was a soft, quiet, solemn forgiveness. “Nahk, I await to meet you in the underworld.” He merely said, before his tongue, was too consumed by the ravaging tapeworms that lurked now in his corpse.

Base Omega

Edward lead Ashili to the base’s command center. The men and woman all bowed to them both. “Prince Edward, Saerus forces are getting their asses handed to them” said one of the soldiers.

“We should send help to his forces.” said another soldier. “He is prince of the Dominion. We can not let him be defeated.”

“Yes, we can.” said Edward. “I have feeling he will flee, if things get bad for him and his forces.” The men and woman looked at each other and said nothing.

Then it hit him, “Anything from Fey?” he said.

“He and his team loss Illuminaatrix, he has no idea where he disappeared to.” said a soldier.

Omega Base
"I doubt Saerus has the resources to fight off the Sadists. Their military ability is unparalleled by anything we've seen thus far. Nothing I have fought has ever been compared to Arcarum's elite. Not the false ones you fought against Nahk during the first civil war, my dear." Ashili told Edward. "These ones are a completely different beast. We have to send help."

Zarazekko
"I taught her." Illuminaatrix replied, grinning in malice. "Learn to live with it." He said, lunging again, but Viraranaar only locked the sword in it's shield, but Illuminaatrix grinned and unsheathed it, as it lit aflame, the blaze catching the stacks of hay on fire, Vira trapped in a ring of flame. "Goodbye, Viraranaar." Illuminaatrix said, walking away, sheathing his sword once more.

Vira was becoming dazed, until a tall and muscular body picked him up, only a silhouette, but he obviously knew whom it was. "Desdomahk." He only whispered, before becoming unconscious.

Base Omega

“Well…I hope he knows how to run then.” said Edward as he looked at the maps of Jenrak. He scanned each maps, looking at the changes of this damn civil war. This damn war is changing this whole land. he said to himself.

Annirak Castle
As the army's remains came back, like a leering smoke over the horizon, the last General of Saerus' once massive and great army, now crippled and destroyed, entered into the castle, and motioned for Saerus' wife, Selene. He would have to tell her that she would then be a widow.

Annirak Castle

Selene walked over to the General. She and her three bikers scanned the other soldiers, looking for Saerus. He was no where to be seen, Selene had sick feeling in her stomach. “What is it?” she asked, she already knew the answer but did not want to believe it. Her sword (http://www.toledosword.com/im/GRHK33TS_s.jpg) at her side, she waited for the answer.

Annirak Castle
"There was an ambush. Very little of us survived." The General said, amongst a legion of Saerus' elites, weatherworn and bloodied. "Your husband, our Lord, was killed in action. And for that, we are sorry. There was nothing we could do." He sighed, waiting for any questions she might have had.

Annirak Castle

Selene looked at the General, her right hand on the handle of her sword. Tears ran down her face, she wants revenge for her husband death but whom does she kill. The General in front of her for leaving Saerus’ body to rot or a random soldier or the man who killed him. No…she would not kill anybody. She would not kill to avenge Saerus’ death; he would not what her in harm’s way. He would want her to live, to be with their daughter.

“Well…” said the crying Selene, as everything metal in the whole castle started to shake. “Have your men rest then guarded the castle.” She paused as he took her hand off of the handle. “You followed his orders and they failed. You did your best.” With that she turned and head off to her bedroom, Persephone Choiseul followed behind her. She was Selene’s second-in-command of the Pink Ladies. She knew she was going to have to clam her mistress down in a little bit. She had the same body type as Selene but had brown hair and green eyes.

Inside the bedroom, Selene fell on the bed. Everything metal in castle tremble like it was going to break or something worse. “Selene.” said Persephone as she sat on the bed next to her. “Calm down before you make the place destroy it self.”

“I should have stopped him from going.” said Selene. But Persephone started rubbing on her shoulders. “It is all right, you daughter is safe in the Dominion.” said Persephone. she took Selene’s sword’s hilt off and placed it on the floor next to the bed.

“Yes, she is safe. Saerus’ bloodline will live on.” said Selene as Persephone rolled her over to face her. The metal started to stop shaking. “Saerus, you will live on in my memories.” said Selene as her pants were pulled off.

The lock on the door, locked by itself as Persephone pulled her mistress’s panties down. Everything metal in the castle returned into normal.

Annirak castle
The General only sat in quiet solemn, as he gathered the army for a moment of silence. The Gold Patriarch, Saerus Annirak, was dead. The Lancer Clan without a leader, the dark strifes only ready to get worse. It would be an eternal conflict without end, similiar to Nahk's death.

The Forests of Captured Sanduras
Viraranaar only woke up to the sound of a brisk waterfall, as basketfull of fruit lay at his side, as he amazingly was surprised at the amount of food and the abundance of the odd paradise. Sitting up, he asked a man who sat in front of him, carving a coconut, "Where am I?"

"Sanduras, the south." The voice said, revealing to be Desdomahk. "You are under tracking from the Elite-Alliances, correct? Yes, I know. There are only two threats in this war, you know. The public threat, and the secret threat." Desdomahk only pierced it open, drinking the juice inside. He handed the rest over to Viraranaar, whom drank it as well.

"We could live a lifetime here, but that would be pointless. A war rages, and we must find a way to stop both threats." Desdomahk explained.

"What do you mean?"

"Arcarum is the public threat. He is the face of power, the glimpse of evil, the statue of virtue and strength. He is, by all means, the enemy of the common man. To kill a foe, you kill their reputation, and they will die themselves. Yet he has too much power. But he's not the real threat."

"Who is?"

"Your friend Illuminaatrix. He is the true foe behind this war, and I am certain he was the one who started it. He sent Thrask out to foreign wars, knowing that with Thrask out of the way, he could have a strong hold of the river. He killed the teacher, most likely, probably because of the Shelrack University's prestige for developing chemical weaponry. And the Murun Courtyard event was to finalize the attack, to ignite the war." Desdomahk only wondered, carving another coconut.

"So Illuminaatrix is all behind this?"

"Precisely. He would go after you, because you know things. You're the last Black Patriarch of Jenrak. You know more stealth than the Sword Bearers combined. And I," He sighed, drinking it's juice once more.

"I know too much. So it's not safe for me to be seen alive." Desdomahk only sighed, watching the waterfall.

Annirak castle

After Selene was calmed down from her little fun, she took something out she did not what to wear. It was set of armor that looked like the female version of Saerus. With the help of Persephone, she placed the armor on. Persephone hands her sword before she started getting dressed. After both were ready, they left the bedroom. They tracked down the General, “General.” said Selene. “I need to talk to you about something.”

At the same time, a message was sent to Base Omega. ‘Saerus has fallen in battle.’

Base Omega

Edward was shocked to hear that Saerus fell in battle. He looked at his wife; he was surprised at the outcome of this news. He had no idea what to say.

Base Omega
Ashili only placed her hands in her hair in frustration. "This is not good. Not good at all. Saerus is dead. Dead?" She began to talk to herself. "Dead. That's not good." She tried to keep her tone straight, but it was obvious is was easier said than done.

"If Saerus is dead, then nothing's stopping Arcarum from reaching into Archios. We can't let Jenrak be run by Sadists." She replied. "But something doesn't feel right. Where is the Fists of Stone? The Sword Bearing Police? Where are they?" She said.

Base Omega

Edward looked at Ashili, “I don’t like the odds.” he said. He walked up to the map of Jenrek, “They was no reports of the actions of the Sword Bearing Police or the Fists of Stone. Unless you call the strip club bombing action of the Sword Bearing Police.”

He scanned the map, looking at capital. “They are hiding.” said Edward. It started to come to him; Saerus was the biggest threat other then Arcarum. With him out of the way, Arcarum would be the next. “I have feeling Arcarum will be attack soon.” he said out loud. “But by who?”

Omega Base
Ashili finally found the last piece of the puzzle. "Of course." She said, taking out another map. "The River! The Sadist army is currently the main bulk in Delidria, and the Haasdra Strongholds can only be broken by the River. Jeviz'Kraa has control of the River. But how will they get through the defenses? Only the Black Patriarchs were taught that." She pondered once more.

Omega Base

“Where the fuck in Vira at?” asked Edward as he looked back at his wife. He knew Vira was the last Black Patriarch of Jenrak and a true friend to Arcarum. “Whom every is behind this will need him?” he added. “Need his knowledge.”

“We need to find him first before it is to late.” said Edward. He looked at the room, “See if you get any reports of Vira.” he ordered. He told him what he looked like. And the soldiers got to work, checking radio channels or other things. Maybe they would find them before it was to late…

Omega Base
"We have to hurry. It's only a matter of time before the Sword-Bearers make their move." Ashili urged.

Base Omega

Edward looked at over at Colonel Dawson. “You know what to do.” he said. All Dawson did was said yes before taking off. Edward took Ashili’s hand took her to armory. “Pick your poison.” said Edward. Her best pick would be taking a HK G36C assault rifles with extra clip and putting on a woman set of Transylvania body armor. After putting the same pistols on he had in his attack at the Raunin prefect’s office. Edward put the same coat on and looked at Ashili. They would move towards the helicopters after she was ready.

Over a 100 Hind E assault transport helicopters, 100 AS 565 Panther assault-transport helicopters and 100 AH-6J Little Birds entered the skies above Raunin. Edward, Ashili, Havoc and Chaos were on one of the AS 565 Panther assault-transport helicopters, all ready to fight to save Ashili‘s nation. Havoc and Chaos were wearing the same thing and armed with the same thing as the attack at the Raunin prefect’s office. The helicopters flew towards Arcarum's castle as C-130 Hercules cargo planes entered the skies carrying more soldiers and vehicles. Would they make it in time, that is the question.

Radio operators worked as fast as they could trying to warn Arcarum of the upcoming attack. Maybe he can call back his Sadists in time.

Arcarum's Castle
An aide rushed through the bevy of halls, quickly trying not to fumble as he clittered about, wlaking through the aisles of bloodied statues, frightened as he finally reached into Arcarum's massive herald. There, in his state of meditation, sat Arcarum, content and quiet.

The messages were single minded: Saerus is dead. Find the Black Patriarch.. It kept repeating, and Arcarum only sighed.

"I have job to do." He said quietly, getting up.

The massive fleet of helicopters and planes cast a shadow over the lands as they flew above. A messages was sent to Arcarum and his Sadist to not shoot them down. They were allies. And in the message, the warning of an upcoming attack was told. And that Arcarum should call his sadist back to his castle before it was to late.

Base Omega

Back in the command centers, the soldiers continued looking for Vira. Looking for strange sighting of him. Some said he was seen in Zarazekko and other said he was in Sanduras. So…they send a message to man who was stationed in Sanduras, the man who controlled the Dominion’s slave population there. He was not just a normal human he was mutant. A mutant who had rare powers for a mutant to have. He had the power to generate psionic illusions that can affect any of the five senses of anybody he wants. That is how he controls the Dominion’s slaves.

“Find Vira before anybody does.” was his order.

Sanduras

It took less then half an hour for Raphael de Pompadour to find this man called Vira because the forest were wired with hidden cameras. The Jenrak forces did not know they were there, Raphael was the only he knew the true location of Vira.

Raphael was wearing a black suit and hiking boots as he walked closer to Vira. He had brown hair with long sideburns. Hearing the water, he said “Vira, are you out there. Your lord, Arcarum, needs you.” Raphael was armed with dual .45 pistols that he had under his coat. “He needs you by his side.”

Sanduras
Vira only sat quietly, alone, carving out a coconut. "Nice trap. Tell Illuminaatrix I'm not going to fall in it." He adamantly said. "Also, tell him that Desdomahk's far gone by now."

Arcarum's Hearth
"Dark, dank and empty it was, the dungeon echoed with a soft breeze, quiet and solemn." He read to his wife, Serrin as she sat down, trying to wait to tell him of the news. "You seem drenched, and daft." He said, placing aside her bangs, wondering on what may be the matter.

"You can't leave, Arcarum. We need you." Serrin said, her hand soft and sweaty, but her skin flaky as if she were dried of fear. "You can't leave. You'll die, like Saerus did." She reasoned.

"I have to go. Otherwise you may die." He reasoned back, kissing her on the forehead. For the first time in a long time, ever since the death of Nahk, he smiled, and said, "I have to go." He began to stand up, and she held him back down.

"I'm pregnant." She replied, and Arcarum only looked in surprise. "It's girl, Arcarum. Please live longer to see your daughter. Only a few more months, Arcarum." She said, and he nodded.

"I will stay as long as I can." He softly said, the horrors of war put aside, for another day.

Sanduras

Raphael only smiled at Vira as he walked next to him. “I’m from the Dominion, Vira.” he said. “I have nothing to do with your nation, Vira.”

“The one you call Illuminaatrix is going to attack.” he added. He started to turn around and walk away. “And Illuminaatrix would never know you are here in these forest. Only I know.” he said.

Outside Arcarum's castle

The helicopters started to land as two lone AS 565 Panther assault-transport helicopters towards the castle’s hanger. The soldiers of the 34th Hel Digunners (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/34th.jpg), a total of 1,000 of them, started manning turrets and machine guns nest around the castle. Each one was armed with a FN-P90 Sub-Machine gun and for up and close attacks. Like every Dominion soldier, they were wearing Transylvania body armor in obscure weak blue. The helicopters would stay and guard the castle. Or the city.

The two lone Panther assault-transport helicopters touched down in the hanger. Edward hopped out first followed by the others in his copter. In the other copter, Colonel Dawson and a team of four Raptors got of their copter. Each one was in Transylvania body armor in obscure weak yellow and obscure dull orange and armed with a CAR-24A1 combat assault rifle and a PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol. But the Colonel had something that his men didn’t have…those two wicked blades.

“Ashili, where would Arcarum be?” asked Edward.

Outside of Haasdra

The C-130 Hercules cargo planes started landing, dropping of vehicles and soldiers. These soldiers were members of the 4th Raptors and they were creating a trap. Fifteen XM777 lightweight 155mm howitzers were sit up, facing the river. Desert camo tents were sat up to hide the gunners. M60A3 Patton battle tanks and HMMWVs would guard this unit, both in desert camo. Now…it was waiting game. If anybody tries to cross the river, they would be shelled.

Sanduras
"But you could. There are many things more than seen, sir." Vira said politely.

Arcarum's Castle
"He should be in his castle, either at Zarazego's Tower or at Enkur's Harem." Ashili said.

Secret Location
"Edem Requia." Illuminaatrix prayed, as his other sword bearers prayed with him, the Fists of Stone standing in reverewnce. "Erromuno dun, talathick. talathick, Requia."

Sanduras
“Well…you can stay in this forest, if you don’t believe.” Raphael said as he stopped. If Vira didn’t come, he would make him followed him by using his powers of him.

Arcarum's Castle

“Okay, we head towards the tower.” said Edward. “Dawson, you and your men head towards Enkur's Harem. Radio, if you run into him.” Dawson said yes and then took off towards Enkur's Harem. Edward and the others off towards the tower.

Sanduras
"I will stay, then. Good day to you." He said,carving his coconut.

Haasdra
As Arcarum stood only so quietly in his chamber, watching the clouds of the sky pass by, the birds twittering in their flocking prominence, he could only wonder on what the fate of Saerus had been like. Had he broken through the confines of the walls and breached into Delidria's heart? Or did he simply fade and vanish into death as his corpse lay in pieces? Reports were that he stayed behind with a handful of people to keep the held land strong, while his brunt force escaped with their lives. He sacrificed himself, to live.

As he stood there, Arcarum heard his servant ring him up on the wired network. "General Illuminaatrix is here to talk to you about something." The Servant said, opening the door.

"What could Eln want?" Arcarum wondered, walking towards him. "Eln, what is going on? I heard Saerus died a most grevious death." He sat down, tired and worried.

Illuminaatrix only stood, his hand behind his back. "Where is Serrin? I do have news for you, but it would be better if it be of both." He said, with a malicious twinkle in his eye.

"Dark times ahead, Eln. Saerus is dead, Viraranaar's on the run, and now you come here in the midst of danger. You should leave." Arcarum said.

"Don't worry. I have my men guarded all around the place. Nothing's going to happen." Eln said, standing at the massive window.

Sanduras

Wrong answer, old chap. said Raphael. He targeted Vira’s mind, to morph it into something that would make him come with him.

The illusion was they were still in the forest but Raphael was not himself. He became Arcarum. “I said I need you at the castle.” he said. “Not in forest, playing with a coconut.”

Arcarum's Castle

After finding the tower empty, Edward radioed to Dawson. “Is he there?” asked Edward.

“No, Prince Edward.” came the Colonel’s answer. “But there are reports that Illuminaatrix is in the castle. Heading towards Arcarum‘s chamber.”

“Go get him.” ordered Edward in the radio. Dawson and his men took off full speed.

“That fucking idiot, allowing him into the castle after the warnings.” said Edward. “Come on.” Edward took off heading towards Arcarum‘s chamber. Havoc and Chaos followed after him.

Sanduras
Everything seemed odd, and no matter what happened, Viraranaar only sat watching carefully. “I don’t know who you are, but you are not Arcarum. He would never set foot in Sanduras, nor would he enter to me without escort any of his Aristocrats by his side. Also,” he continued carving what he believed was the coconut, “I have dealt with Nahk before and his hallucinogens. I can deal with yours.” He said, staying still.

Arcarum’s Castle
“You’re here to kill me, aren’t you?” Arcarum asked, and Eln only sighed strongly. “I will stop you. You cannot be allowed, you monster.” He said. “I will not allow you to destroy Jenrak like this!” He raged in a fury, but Eln only turned around.

“I? The Usurper? The Monster? You seriously misunderstand me.” General Illuminaatrix only sighed, walking towards him, his fists clenched, breathing unevenly. “I am not the monster. You are.” He only contorted, to which Arcarum only narrow his thoughts.

“I’ve done things to people, but they were – “ he started, before Eln cut in.

“No, not Jenrak! Your daughter! Your wife is pregnant!” Illuminaatrix said, to Arcarum’s surprise.

“How did you find out?” Arcarum asked, to which Illuminaatrix only shook his head.

“I have friends everywhere to keep my connections strong. And some of them are your doctors. I know the condition you are in before even you do. I know what is going on, and whom is doing what. I know your wife is pregnant, and you will murder your child to keep your power!” He yelled, his fury boiling up.

“Never! I would never kill – “ Arcarum began, to Eln had cut him off once more.

“You would! You shalt! I have seen you crafted out of Jenrak’s soul Ascherach’s corpse, Arcarum. I know now you are no longer whom you are. You are not who you were. You are, different, ever since you were blessed by Ciranaar, you were different. You no longer have passion for what you do, what you believe in, you no longer have the will to do what is right. You are a puppet, Arcarum. You are nothing.”

“How dare you!?” Arcarum yelled, lifting his fingers as his blade leaped to his palm, “I should –“

“Kill me? As you will your daughter? You cannot understand what it is going on, Arcarum. She is Jenrak’s new queen, and I will keep her blood a blood pure of your corruption.”

“You’ve betrayed me, Illuminaatrix.” Arcarum said finally.

“Correction. You betrayed yourself. I never betrayed you. I serve Arborgard Serptine, of the Ascheran blood! Not Arcarum Dreskisk, the man whom I served is dead. He is killed by Judgement. I remembered who you were, Arcarum.” Illuminaatrix said, tears welling in his eyes. “I was there. You grew from an ignorant young boy to a teenager crafted through suffering. You took a group of senseless rebels and formed them into a disciplined army. You took childhood friends and turned them into military powers! You turned backwater nation into an empire, in reverence of your ancestors! And now, you only care of yourself. They’re dead, Arcarum! You are Arborgard Serptine the Twelfth, bloodline of Nuir Enkur, and no matter what you are led to believe, you are whom you are!” He said, his jaw quivering, his fists strong and swollen.

Arcarum only sat there, quiet for a moment. Until he said, “I will not kill my daughter, I will only till my child buries me, beneath cold hearth and earthen sin, for I am nothing but a man.” He said, quietly.

Illuminaatrix only turned around once more, his back on Arcarum. “You are not a man whom will die a fate. You are an empty shell of a boy, a boy who has seen more death and cruelty than anyone in a thousand years before you. Make no mistake; there are no ending to your destiny, for you will kill your daughter, and you will not justify your escape through words.” He placed his hand on the ridge, “When I heard your wife was pregnant, I knew that you would be too power-hungry to change. I had to act fast. Nahk would stand by you, and that would mean the complete disintegration of my plans. So whom to kill that man? I’ve seen him escape more death than an army, and I know of his skills in battle. So I unleashed the only weapon against him; I placed Denise to destroy him. Originally, drugs were first my thought, but then Zavuun, that old man priest in Ouridna, that fool, thought I was looking it up for curiosity, showed me the possible location of the tongue of Arkthary. Nahk’s death was instrumental, and that paved the way for my placement of Thrask.”

“I knew Thrask was too traditionalistic for the job, to full of pride to keep Jenrak together. So I fashioned him to be killed off in foreign wars, taking the navy, and the river, into my control. Then, came Saerus –“

“You bastard.” Arcarum admitted, turning his head in revelation. “You killed him.”

“You killed him. I merely stripped away his nobility and showed you what he truly was; a power-hungry beast with no bounds unto which he thought he would grow his fingers of political influence unto more provinces. And I did stop another warmongerer, did I not? Nahk is dead, Saerus killed, and a convenient move made by Edward Darkholme in Raunin allowed the perfect instrument of distraction for me to finalize the river. But there was only one obstacle left.”

“Viraranaar, the Black Patriarch, the last of his kind, still lived, and worse, he had Desdomahk paving the way for his return. I could not let that happen. I knew that they planned on the Haven, for I was once a Black Patriarch myself, and I stopped them by burning Zarazekko to the ground. They were the last of my foes, and now they are gone, save for you. Arcarum Dreskisk, you are not my king. But the daughter of Arborgard Serptine, she truly is my queen.” He said, thrusting the blade towards Arcarum, whom blocked quickly.

“It was said that you were the only one capable of besting Nahk in battle, and now I shall see.” Illuminaatrix said, twisting around and lunging into Arcarum’s throat, but the King lifted his feet and kicked, and then swung towards him, smashing the window as the wind came thrusting through. “Show me your skill!” He yelled, before a swinging blade slashed his cheek, and Illuminaatrix ducked under, head butting into Arcarum’s stomach, but the King blocked, and punched Eln in the stomach.

Leaping up into the air, he stabbed down, but Eln dodged quickly, unsheathing his blade as it caught on fire, blazing alit in the stain glassed chamber. With a quick gust of power, he slashed, and Arcarum blocked and kicked him into the window, and Eln grabbed on and swung forwards, almost flying out the window. With a swift onslaught, he spun into a furious whirlwind of blades, launching attack after attack as he twirled into the air and lunged down, but Arcarum twisted his wrists into a scythe-like motion, cutting everything in sight as Illuminaatrix blocked it with his sword, setting Arcarum’s robe on fire. Taking off his flaming shirt, Arcarum stabbed forwards, and missed, yet he countered with a backhand attack sending Illuminaatrix flying into the upper sanctums.

“You fight like a demon, Arcarum. But you cannot deny that you are doomed. Your wife will die, as you will, soon enough. But unlike you, it will no be by my blade. It shalt be by hers, and hers alone.” Illuminaatrix said, as they lunged their way unto the top of Zarazego’s pit, battling inside the stone hedges of the legion chambers, the two furiously battling towards death.

The Realm of Enkur
Saerus only stood up, scratching his head in curiosity, a bullet wound still bleeding fresh in his chest, yet he felt no pain, nor did the blood run out. Curious, he walked upon a pile of a screaming torture and rotting carcasses, looking around as a talk, mechanical like figure and a large menacing form emerged from the foggy gas. “I knew you would end up here.” Nahk said, standing beside Nuir Enkur, whom only nodded in recognition.

“Come, child.” Enkur urged, breaking the fog and revealing a realm of flame and torment, as people screamed in agony and blood. “Your new home awaits.”

“Welcome to the Underworld, Saerus. Make yourself comfortable. You’ll enjoy it, believe me.” Nahk only replied.

Sanduras

“I’m Arcarum Dreskisk.” Yelled Raphael as Sadists started walking out of forest.

Arcarum’s Castle

Edward, Ashili, Havoc, and Chaos would never make it to in time. Edward knew it and only hoped Dawson would make it.

Dawson and his men rounded a corner to the hallway which lead to Arcarum‘s chamber. Rifles at the ready to take down any gun carrying foe. Kicking in the door…he found the room empty. Glass on the floor, ashes from something that was on fire on the floor. So, Dawson looks at the huge hole, which leads to the upper sanctums.

“It has begun.” He said in the radio.

Sanduras
Vira had a look of calm uncertainty. “Forgive me, Arcarum. I will proceed. But how did you find me?” He asked, wondering.

Arcarum’s Castle
AS the two foes twisted in sheer glimmering awe, they fought towards the tip of the walls of the tip of Zarazego’s tower. Spinning his blade, Eln locked Arcarum’s blades in a furious onslaught, as the King head butted the General and sent him flying onto the metal cage, his fingers bleeding as they gripped the metal shears, the blood splattering into his face as they squared off, Arcarum only in his evil taunt smiling with a decrepit, evil smile as he chuckled slightly. “You are weak, Eln.” He spoke with a voice unlike his own, his eyes watching him intently, ready to pounce upon his unsuspecting foe. “I can feel your blood ripple in pain, your soul crippling into a single bliss. You can’t win. You won’t live to see tonight.” He said, holding his swords up again, and thrust himself towards Illuminaatrix, whom dodged slightly, as the metal cage burst open, the wind billowing out and Eln held onto the metal latches, swinging into the chamber, as Arcarum held on with his jaw, his mouth bleeding as the metal slowly carved itself into his mouth.

With a quick hand out, he held onto the window, as Illuminaatrix held his hand out to pull him in. Hand outstretched, Arcarum planned to pull Illuminaatrix out into the breeze and fall the painful death. There it struck, his revelation. He was power-hungry. He would kill his daughter, to stay more powerful. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t bear to see it happen.

“General Illuminaatrix, I am placing you under my title of Lord of Haasdra, and King of Jenrak.” He pulled himself in, the blood dripping on his torn body, his arms ripped apart and his hands slashed open, his face in a stinging pain as a large gash crept through his body, starting from his lower lip to his leg.

Standing up slowly, he gasped; “Keep Serrin safe. Wait until my daughter is born.” Arcarum said, tears of blood tickling down his cut face, slumped on the floor. “I ask of you as a friend. You can call me Arborgard now.

Illuminaatrix stopped his stance, kneeling down to Arborgard’s side, he prayed, and kissed Arborgard’s hand, asking, “What shalt your daughter’s name be?”

Arborgard only looked back with a solemn look, a look of sorrow and pain. She would never know whom he was, she would never know whom her father was, the hero, he was. Or the monster, he was seen. “My descendants will feast with the greatest foods and the richest wines, upon the brightest gold, and they will forgot on whom they owe this all to. They will forget whom I am, Illuminaatrix. Never let my daughter, nor my children find my bones, and weep for my life. For I will enter hell without a whim, not a regret.”

He stood up carefully. “Give me one of your flame grenades.” He said, taking one from Eln’s belt before he could even say anything, and swallowed it whole, standing at the open metal wound in the cage of the chamber.

“She will be the daughter of a Bastard; the Queen of a people living in a Bastard’s fear. Truly my daughter will live as the last of my true bloodline. The Last Child, her name will be after. Alledrias, Serptine. Alley, for short. She will rule my throne when she is old enough. And you will rule while she is not. Goodbye, for the last time, Eln Naohoruith, Illuminaat – “ but before he could finish, he burst into a pity of flames, and lunged up into the metal cage, his body still on fire as he fell the endless heights. Arcarum Dreskisk, Ciranaar’s puppet, died as Arborgard Serptine, Enkur’s child.

Illuminaatrix only sat down, and wept quietly.

Sanduras

“I have my ways.” said Raphael with Arcarum‘s voice. He turned and head out of the forests. The Sadists followed him.

Sanduras
Viraranaar got up, and followed whom he believed to be Arcarum. "What is going on?" He asked.

Arcarum's Castle.
As Denise entered into the winding staircase, she only saw the soft sillhouette of Illuminaatrix sitting against the wall, tears running down his face, as he held his hands in his lap. "Goodbye, Arborgard." He murmured, whispering carefully, as Denise only sat down beside him.

She asked, "What happened?" Before Illuminaatrix only sighed a heavy sigh of burden.

Sanduras
Raphael was going to say what was happening when his cell-phone went off. Shit, that means one thing. he said to himself. He dropped the illusion and looked at Vira as himself. He answered the phone then hung up, “Your leader is die. Are you happy for not being by his side?” he said.

“You can stay in these forest.” said Raphael. “If you need anything, just ask for it and I will hear it or see it.” He disappeared into the forest and was never seen again.

Arcarum's Castle

“Illuminaatrix, did his job.” said a voice coming a dark corner. Edward walked out of the shadows, he turned around and head back up the tower. Because of where the fight was going. He lost Ashili and the others somewhere in the castle. So…he saw the whole fight in the tower and heard everything they said.

“He showed Arborgard his bad ways and he killed himself.” said Edward as he walked over toward them. “Now, Illuminaatrix is the king of Jenrek until Arborgard’s daughter is old of enough to take over.”

Edward took a knee in front of Eln, “I will be here to make sure she gets the throne.” he said. “Raunin is yours.”

Sanduras
Viraranaar only slumped down, quiet and sorrowful, his face alit with grief. "I cannot believe this." He said.

Haasdra
"Arcarum is dead." Desdomahk sneered, his chance for a manius revival and a renewal of his power could be strengthened. He would become the next ruler of Jenrak, he had to simply keep things quiet, as he saw the flickering flame of Arcarum's corpse dip into the mouth of the Viraigius.

Arcarum's Castle
"No...No." Illuminaatrix denied. "I am not the ruler. I cannot be. I can't, I dont't deserve it. I killed Arborgard, not Arcarum." He said, talking unnaturally fast.

"But if what Edward says is true then he has killed himself, to stop from becoming corrupt and complacent again. He has stopped himself to help you. You have saved his child, his bloodline, Eln. There is nothing more you can do than that." Denise only whispered, sitting down, before turning to Edward.

"What about Serrin? Where is she?"

Arcarum's Castle
Edward looked at Denise, “I have no idea. She is somewhere in this castle.” he said. He looked at Eln, “You’re are the ruler until Alledrias Serptine becomes the Queen. All you are doing is being the watcher of the throne.”

He looked back at Denise, “I have a question for both of you two. Why did Saerus have to die? Now, his daughter is going to grow up without a father.” said Edward.

Sanduras
"Saerus' death was neccessary. If Saerus lived, then the amount of backing he has with Arcarum is uncanny. It would be like having Nahk live, instead you would be fighting a never-ending wave of militia. He's too influential on the people, and he would never come to our senses." Denise explained.

"Your daughter might have something to relate to. While it may be a skewed thought, it could develop a strong relationship with Alledrias." Illuminaatrix added.

Arcarum's Castle
“Selene’s daughter.” said Edward. “My daughter still has both of her parents.” He got back up and took his radio out of his coat pocket. “All forces back down. Fall back to the bases.” he said in the radio.

Before he started down the stairways, he said “I’ll be watching you.” Then he started down the stairway…

"I see." He said. When Edward quoted that, he only stood up, and walked down, Denise at his sdie, as they headed towards the bottom, he had only one thing left to think about: Desdomahk.

Edward ran into Ashili at the bottom, he did not say anything to her. Then he broke the eerily quiet between them. “Arcarum is no more but he die as his old self. And Serrin is pregnant.” he said. “And Illuminaatrix is ruler of Jenrak until the true Queen can take her throne.”

“You want to head home or find Serrin?” he asked.

"I'm fine. I have alot to do in Naharank." She said, turning around towards the door.

"I'm not finished, however." Illuminaatrix said to Denise, as she nodded. "I have to find Desdomahk. He knows too much."

Edward followed behind his wife. Havoc and Chaos were at the helicopter, Dawson and his men were gone in their helicopter. “This was a fucked up war.” said Edward out loud.

Standing atop the balcony of Marble Brilliance, he only watched and stood in a quiet reverence, as Denise stood beside him, her arm around his. In a large sound, he spoke to the masses of the fumbling people of Haasdra.

"People of Haasdra. Arcarum Dreskisk is dead. I am taking his throne until certain things arise. Please do not worry, I will treat everyone well." He said, uncertain.

Six months later…

Evergone Castle

Most of Ashili’s castle was rebuilt and re-supplied with stuff. The civil war was a footnote in history as Edward keeps an eye on Illuminaatrix’s actions. He would never trust the man again. He had his wife and two wonderful children to watch over, too. Nothing would harm them again. But he was doing better then his sister.

Annirak Castle

Selene Darkholme-Annirak, widow of Saerus Annirak, was six month pregnant with her second child. She walked through the hallways in some house clothes, some high priced house clothes at that. A brown haired woman in tight fitting black and pink leather suit walked next to her.

“Selene, how are you feeling today?” asked Persephone.

“Fine.” said Selene as she rubbed her belly. She looked down at her belly, “You’re my last gift from your father.” she said.

“And you’re still sexy.” said Persephone as she looked Selene up and down.

Selene stopped and pulled Persephone close to her. They began to start kissing then Persephone said “We have a meeting to go to.” This meeting she was talking about was something Saerus would do with his crime lord stuff. Meeting with his top people.

“Oh…”said Selene as he took her hand from Persephone’s pants. “We do.” they head towards the meeting room…

Haasdra
"For the henious crimes of Saerus Annirak, and conspiracy against the throne, I, Lord Illuminaatrix, sentence Lord Desdomahk of the former provinces, to death by height." Illuminaatrix said, wearing a large coat, a slash down his face, showing a scar that would never heal; a final souvernir to never have him forget Arcarum.

As Desdomahk hung on the noose, he only watched the massive cliff overhead, his mouth becoming dry and his body becoming nervous. "Do you have anything to say, Desdomahk?" Illuminaatrix said, his grimace hidden, holding Denise's hand tight, as she held the umbrella, both draped in black.

Desdomahk only said one thing. "Viraranaar lives." He snickered, and jump off the cliff, snapping his neck.

Illuminaatrix had a look of surprise, and he gasped in oddity. "We have to find him." He said.

"We have to get Alley home." Denise said, holding a bundle of robes in her right arm. Serrin had died earlier the month, filled with grief after she gave birth to Alley. Without anything to live for, she entered into the underworld, and there she lived in damnation with Arcarum, Nahk and Saerus, till the end of time.

The Tribunal of Disruption, The Organization of the Late Saerus Annirak
The men murmured in quiet, wondering on how this would work. Their boss dead, and while an organization of crime it may be, Saerus led them to countless 'victories' over the remaining rivalling clans. Now, with Illuminaatrix's war on crime, and the newly trained Jenrakian laws, they've become unable to stretch their criminal efforts any farther, fresh out of political allies.

Hopefully, Saerus' wife will have some connections to Jenrak's higher order, because that would be the only way they would reach it. However, Slask, had something that would be oddly strange to their disadvantage; Saerus' will.

Selene walked into the room, followed by Persephone. “Sorry I was doing something.” said Selene. She took her husband’s seat with Persephone standing behind her. She looked at each man, she knew most of them.

“We all know why we are here today.” said Selene. “Illuminaatrix's war on crime and his damn new laws.”

The Helm of Necromarnen
Illuminaatrix pickedu p the phone, and telephoned Edward. He had to figure out where Viraranaar was, and perhaps he knew where.

The Tribunal of Disruption
"That man must be stopped!" One of them flustered, in contempt rage. "His new rules cannot allow us to start it! I mean, how will we work our economies?" He yelled, as the others agreed.

"You have connections with him, don't you? Can you change it? Your husband had them, do you have them?"

Evergone Castle

Edward picked up the phone as he watched his two lovely twins playing. He didn’t want to answer the phone but he did. “Hello.”

The Tribunal of Disruption

“I have no connections with him.” said Selene. “He was the one who killed my husband. I would trust him to guard a pile of shit.”

“My brother should have kill him.” she added as she looked down, hiding her tears.

Necromarnen
"Have you ever found Viraranaar during the strife?" Illuminaatrix asked.

Tribunal
"That leaves us in a dangerous position. He's treating criminals like invading military; he's crushing us one by one. This man just won't stop..." he thought carefully, until another one chimed up.

"What about your brother's wife? Isn't that the Red Matriarch? She controls a large portion of the military."

Evergone Castle
“We could not find him.” said Edward. “We had the same trouble as you did.”

Tribunal
“Yes, she is a Red Matriarch.” said Selene. “And the only one left of the friends.” She looked back up, “Did anybody find Saerus’ will?” she asked. Her asking that mean one thing, she could not find it herself.

Necromarnen
"But where could he be? Do you know anybody who might know where he is?" He kept pressing on the question.

Tribunal
The second in command, the Vice-Viziath, threw out the will towards Selene onto the table. "Here. Nothing good about for us. All bloody notions about his family." He complained.

Evergone Castle
“Nope, nobody knows where he is at.” said Edward. Dumb ass, I know right where is at. he said to himself. I’m going to meet with in him this phone call. Because something is up with Illuminaatrix

“Is this all you going to ask?” asked Edward.

Tribunal
“Because his family was dear to him.” she said. “His family was the first thing in his life. Everything else was behind it.” Selene started reading the will…

Necromarnen
"It's vital to the political structure. If Viraranaar is still out there, I need his help." Illuminaatrix said.

Tribunal
"So...what does it say?"

Evergone Castle
“Sorry, I have no idea where he is at.” said Edward. “It is up to you to find him.”

Tribunal
“I’m not a speed reader.” said Selene. “I’m still reading. Give me a couple of seconds. This is my castle, now.”

“Meaning anybody attacks this castle, the Dominion will be down their throats for doing.” said Persephone.

Necromarnen
"Alright." He chided. "Thanks for your help anyways."

Saerus's Will
I will leave my list of things undone short and ever swift. My life could end at any time, and there is nothing I could do to have it change any more. for I believe that the working class of the underground crime has gone nearly out of my control, and other personal matters arose.

For my daughter, she shalt have my blood, and in my blood, is in my power. So in my power, she is afforded. I shalt give her whim on all I have, in that she never grows up poor and decrepit as her father. She would grow up to be great and valorous as her mother, into a herald of wealth.

Inherit she will the kingdom beneath, for all crime will bow to her, and her alone, for she is my daughter, and in my blood she shalt live in the soul and power I wish for her to have. While she is too young to live in my stead, she shalt be taken care by of her mother.

Her mother shalt have what i mine, until my daughter lives up to the duty. Then it becomes of my blood once more, into my daughter's hand.

Giveth my wife, my second love my title of the Gold Patriarch, to give her chance and power in thy government as is seen as thus. She is to have my castle and my home and name, and thus she is to have my title.

The crime Lords are to be killed and slaughtered, as dogs they are, they will be so, towards the end of their pathetic lives. Giveth my wife or my daughter the duty to do what her father has not done, in hope that all crime will bow down before them.

Signed, Saerus Annirak

Evergone Castle
“Well…I have something to talk about with you.” started Edward. “The raising of the true Queen of Jenrak. Ashili and I have talked it over, we want to raise the girl in a leader.”

“Have her learning paid by us and to live with us.” he added. If Illuminaatrix raises the child, she will become his puppet. That is what Edward is thinking.

Tribunal
Selene read the will for fourth time before she said something. “If what I read is true, Saerus has given me his title of Gold Patriarch. Meaning I do have power in government but I don’t think it is Illuminaatrix’s government he was talking about.”

She ran her finger across the last part of the will, holding so only Persephone could see it. Persephone read it and said “What Selene said is true.” Persephone had her hands in her pockets; one of them was holding a small remote. This remote would call Selene’s personal soldiers, the Black Dragons, to their location. She pushed the button, making fifteen soldiers head to their location.

“I will deal with the government.” said Selene as she rose for her chair. She and Persephone started towards the door. As they exited, fifteen men in solid black Transylvania body armor walked into the room. Each one was armed with a FN Mk.17 SCAR-H assault rifle. Then Selene’s voice appeared over the intercom, “By the last wishes of my husband, the crime lords will be killed.” At that time, the fifteen soldiers opened fire at the crime lords.

Selene would make sure all of the crime lords were killed then rebuilt the whole crime empire with new loyal men and women.

Necromarnen
"That's alright. Denise has already volunteered to raise the child.

Evergone Castle
“Well…if she needs help, she knows where we are.” said Edward. The next thing was funny; he hung up on the temporary king of Jenrak. Getting his tan Eskimo coat and putting it on, he was going to meet with Vira. He kissed both Farkas and Akila on their forehead before walking out of the room. Then he walked over to his wife and kissed her. “Going to hunt in forest.” he said. “I will be back later. He took his custom 9mm pistols from Ashili office and head towards the hanger.

Three RAH-66A Comanches exited the hangers, all with Dominion markings. One of the three was heading to patrol Ashili’s land, another one heading towards Raunin, and one heading towards Sanduras. Edward did that to make sure to trick anybody, if somebody that works for Illuminaatrix was watching the castle. I need to talk to Vira. said Edward to himself. There is some he knows that I don’t.

Annirak Castle
Selene and Persephone walked through the halls, Cassandra in Persephone’s arms. Four Black Dragon soldiers walked behind them both.

“So…what is the next move, Mistress?” asked Persephone.

“Make those bodies disappear.” said Selene.

“That is what I have the men doing, right now.” said Persephone.

“Well…next move is to the rebuilt the crime empire of ours.” said Selene. “Get my father on the phone. I will need some loyal thugs, hitmen, and wise guys.”

“Yes, Mistress.” said Persephone. The two walked down the hallways. Selene rubbing her belly as she walked.

Naharank
A lone scout, standing quietly amongst the underbrush, binoculars watching, as he relayed the information back to the command center. "He's going somewhere." The man said.

Sanduras
After the ride to the forest, Edward was ready to get out of the cockpit. He called Raphael for the location of Vira. As he land on the ground, he entered the forest moving fast enough nobody would see him exit the copter. The helicopter entered in the sky, making it look it was running a check on its systems. Then it started patrolling the skies above the forest‘s edges.

Edward made it to Vira’s little hideout. “Vira, it is Edward. I need talk to you about something.” said Edward. “We need to talk about Illuminaatrix.”

“And I have a feeling they were watching the castle.” said Edward. “But they will have a hay day, if they see me exit the helicopter at Base Omega.”

Base Omega
The Comanche lands on the helipad on the top of one of the building. Out came a person who was dress like Edward. In that coat he wear all the time now. The person looked like Edward with the hood up. And it was up now.

The only way to tell if it was really Edward, was to be on the helipad.

Sanduras
"Certainly." Vira turned around, his face showing a long twisting scar down his jawbone to his neck, his staff leaning on his small house. "What do you need?" He asked curiously.

Sanduras
Edward stood next to him. “Everything you know about the war.” said Edward. “You know something because Illuminaatrix was asking if I knew your location. Meaning you have something against him and he knows it.”

Sanduras
"I know alot of things about Illuminaatrix. We were friends, him and I. I could not understand why he would betray me."

Sanduras
“Tell me everything about it.” said Edward. “I need to know what he was doing in the war. Why he did the things he did?”

“Was he behind the hanging courtyard attack or any of those other attacks?” asked Edward.

Sanduras
"He was the puppeteer for the Children of the Balance. Thrask was it's face, but he had Thrask create it, out of his own pride. The Hanging Courtyard was in fact, not his, but he still twisted it anyways to his advantage."

"Illuminaatrix is smart; his power isn't in his political reach, his strength nor his physical skill. It's his cunning; you won't believe how far his power extends. I've been and seen places, but nothing is as disturbing as his reach."

Sanduras
“So…I should have killed him at the tower.” said Edward. “I have a feeling that he will turn Alledrias into his puppet with Denise’s help.”

“And I will not allow that to happen.” He added over his breath. “You are more an options for the king of Jenrak then he is.”

Sanduras
Viraranaar only chuckled. "There lies the problem. I'm not Jenrakian. The people would never allow a non-pure blooded Jenrakian to reign the nation. Illuminaatrix is. Denise is. But nothing can change neither of their stances. He is one of the last of his kind, now that Arcarum's dead."

"Who is Alledrias?" Viraranaar asked.

Sanduras
“Oh, yeah. You have been cut away from your nation in this forest.” started Edward. “Alledrias is your lord’s daughter, the true Queen of Jenrak.”

Sanduras
"So Arcarum has a little girl. She will be raised in proper Jenrakian courts, I believe?"

Sanduras
“She is being raised by Illuminaatrix and Denise, like I said.” he said. “Ashili and I have talk about raising her but Eln said Denise can handle it.”

“Serrin died, too. Something about grief.” said Edward.

Sanduras
"Never a strong women, she was. Too frail for combat, too soft for politics. She was married to Arcarum, the only reason why she had endured so much."

Sanduras
“Well…do you want to help take Illuminaatrix from the throne?” asked Edward. “Because he is nothing but a terrorists, if he is link with the Children of the Balance.”

Annirak Castle
Selene sat behind her desk in her office. She smiled as she looked at pictures of Saerus on the desk, “You will be missed.” she said. And your son will be named after his father.” Then Persephone walked into office, “Your father is sending men, Mistress.” she said.

“That is good.” said Selene. “Can you get me something nice to wear? I’m going to meet with Illuminaatrix.”

“Will do, Mistress.” said Persephone as she disappears out of the office.

Sanduras
"Me? I can barely get out of here. I'm one of the last of my kind. A final piece of the Lord's royalty." He thought for a moment.

"I will return, but not to join Illuminaatrix. I'm going back to watch Alledrias. To make sure Eln doesn't do anything to her. My allegiance is to Arcarum, not Illuminaatrix." He said.

Haasdra
Illuminaatrix sat quietly in the chamber, breathing carefully as the smoke twirled around his mind, his creeping thoughts whispering faintily to him as he sipped in another twist of Arcarum's potions. From the drift of the smoke, he heard a quiet voice.

"Eln. My daughter." It said, for the spirit of Arborgard had returned into his mind. "Watch her."

"I shall, my lord." Illuminaatrix quietly said, breathing still.

"Watch her. She is precious to me." It said once more.

"I shall, need not worry for I shall not place her in harms way." He said, breathing strongly once more.

Sanduras
“Well…my plan was to have you take place on the throne until Alledriasis old enough to take the throne.” said Edward. “Or maybe have you and Illuminaatrix walk over the throne.”

“I know you two would not be friends but it would make sure Alledriasis takes the throne. And stop those that new laws Eln has made.” he added. “So…you want to go?”

Sanduras
"I don't have the political backing Illuminaatrix has. Plus, he's a man of the common folk. I've heard he's bent on wiping out the remains of Saerus' criminal empire once and for all, and that he's keeping the people of Sanduras happy." He chuckled slightly. "Although I'm still here. Only two or three people know I'm here. The locals are fairly nice at keeping me up to date with most of the things. But I know Illuminaatrix won't kill me...he knows I'll die a martyr. But I can twist his mind if need be." He says.

Sanduras
“It is not Saerus’ criminal empire anymore.” said Edward. “From what I have heard from Selene, she is taking over of the empire. what he is doing is fucking with my sister’s daughter and unborn son.”

“Well…do you want to go?” asked Edward for the second time. “Because I will have a helicopter ready any minute.”

Annirak Castle
Dressed in nice maroon blouse and tan pants, Selene walked to the hanger. Saerus’ will in her hands. Persephone was waiting for her in the hanger, a golden robe in her arms.

“What is that for?” asked Selene as she entered the hanger.

“Because of your new title, Mistress.” said Persephone as she helped Selene put it on.

“Okay, is the copter ready?” asked Selene as she put the hood on.

“Yes.” said Persephone. Selene got on the AS 565 Panther assault-transport helicopter, followed by Persephone. Two Black Dragon soldiers sat in front of them. The helicopter exited the hanger, heading towards Haasdra.

Sanduras
"Alright, let's go."

Sanduras
“We’ll leave in a little bit after I get the helicopter at our location.” said Edward. He took out his radio and one of the Dominion guard bases in Sanduras, one closest to the forest they were in.

About five minutes passed as they waited for their ride. An UH-1 Iroquois (Huey) helicopter touched down on the edge of the forest, which was only used to patrol the skies above Sanduras. As Edward walked out of the forest, “She is an old one but she is still in good shape.” he said. He boarded the copter

Sanduras
"Best to keep things anonymous." Viraranaar said.

Sanduras
“Well…this helicopter has no marks that is from the Dominion.” said Edward. “It does not have his weapons either.”

"That's fairly inconspicuious (sp?). It'll work best."

“Yes, it is very inconspicuous.” said Edward. “We will land before we get to Haasdra and travel by foot from there. Unless you have a better idea.” See that Vira was not in the copter, he said “Come on and get in.”

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Selene’s helicopter was nearing Haasdra, about fifteen more minutes. She continued to read Saerus’ will.

"Let's just take the way there. No point in taking any long ways." Viraranaar said.

Haasdra
As the province Lords were placed together, Drakthaz, Elderack, and more of the council Lords, began to file into their respective seats, Illuminaatrix sat in a slightly larger stone chair, beside the obsidian like chair that Arcarum so often sat within, empty and dank.

He now waited for Selene to arrive.

“Okay.” said Edward as the Huey entered the air. It would take them a long time to make it to Haasdra. Selene would beat them by fifteen minutes or longer.

Haasdra
Selene’s helicopter touched down in the hanger of the castle, a castle formerly owned by a very dangerous man. Selene and Persephone exited the helicopter, followed by the Transylvanian body armored soldiers. Their FN Mk.17 SCAR-H assault rifles in their arms. They started to the location of the meeting.

Illuminaatrix still stood there, waiting...

Haasdra
Selene and her posse walked into the room. She looked around the room as she lowered the hood. “Illuminaatrix, it is good to see you.” she said but was it what she really want to say. What is bad, she did not call him king.

“I have Saerus’ will.” said Selene. “Want to read it?”

Haasdra
Illuminaatrix had anticipated soemthing along it's lines. "Of course. Whatever he deemed possible would be to have shown towards the council of leaders. I'm sure we are interested in it, and besides, it is an open discussion today for the laws of the war on crime." He stated, motioning to the empty seat for her.

Haasdra
Selene hands the will to Eln then took the seat he pointed to. Persephone stood the right of her and watched the will, nothing was going to happen to it. The Black Dragon soldiers stood behind her. She did not say anything, waiting for Eln to read the will.

Illuminaatrix was surprised, at the demands Saerus made in the will, and the lack of loopholes he had left for Eln to find a way out. However, to hide his surprise, he kept his face the same, his stature strong. "The crime organization is now Selene's until Cassandra Annirak is ready to take the throne of the underworld, correct? This is the matter tonight."

“Correct, Illuminaatrix. It will become Cassandra’s at the age when she is ready to take over something like that.” said Selene. “And you forgot something else, my new title. Saerus’ former title is now mine.”

“Plus…I’m rebuilding the organization, one that will be like the mafias in the Dominion.” said Selene. “The other crime lords have been killed off as the wishes of my husband. They will be replaced by people loyal to me.”

“Now…to the real reason I’m here.” said Selene. “I’m here to make a deal with you, Illuminaatrix and with this council.”

Illuminaatrix put the will down, as the Sadists and the Fists of Stone had their hands gripping their blades tightly. His hand hand back, Illuminaatrix had them swayed. "And what, do you mean by that, Selene?" Illuminaatrix asked, his tuxedo shimmering the light, his hands far from his blade.

"I will be careful, but I will listen to your words. And what words are I to be blessed with?" He asked, and the council nodded in recognition.

Selene smiled at the actions of the Sadists and the Fists of Stone. Dumbasses, try it and your nation will be gone in less then a day. she said to herself.

“This is the deal.” she said looking at Illuminaatrix. “You and the government back off of my organization. Doing that will get you 25% of our profit every year.”

“Meaning the government will have a lot of extra money to spend.” she added. “Take it or leave it, it is up to you.”

"I don't deal with criminals, Selene. I intend to keep my oath through and through." Illuminaatrix said.

"Are you mad, Illuminaatrix?" Drakthaz yelled in surprise. "You have not the idea of how much money we can make off this deal itself?" He yelled to the agreement of others, while to the disagreement of the rest.

"You have not ideals of corruption flowing through my mind? Remember that Jenrak's political structure is to merely keep the people under check, the beliefs strong and the military vast. How can any of those three be working when scum are running freely through the streets?"

"You far from Arcarum's equal in economics." Drakthaz yelled.

"But I am uncorrupted, unlike Arcarum was! Learn the difference. We will simply make more from the captured areas. Besides, you councilmen appointed me as Watcher. Now you intend to not trust my advice? Do you?!" He yelled, as the walls seemed to shake and the council men slumped back into their chairs, frightened and careful around Illuminaatrix. Denise only sat across from Illuminaatrix, watching him intently, as she sat in the ringed chair, labelled 'Jeviz'Kraa' in Jenrakian scriptures.

Turning to Selene, his voice calmed. "I'm sorry Selene, but your daughter will seek her empire elsewhere. As will you. I will not intend to stop this war against thugs." He claimed.

By that time, Edward’s helicopter had land in the hanger. He and Vira were heading towards the council meeting room. Selene was about to jump down Eln’s throat when she saw her brother walk in.

Edward was clapping his hands as he walked in. “Now, now, you don’t have to yell like an idiot.” he said. Persephone moved over and got Saerus’ will before walking back to her Mistress’ side.

“Maybe these councilmen need to know something about you, Eln.” said Edward. “You are or were the puppeteer for the Children of the Balance.” Edward looked in the eyes of Eln, “And something else. Vira, can you come in here for a second?” he said loud enough for Vira to hear him out side the room.

The councilmen looked in surprise, as they had skewed perceptions of Illuminaatrix, whom still stood up quiet and cold.

As Viraranaar emerged from the ends of the door, he only smiled in contempt. "King Illuminaatrix. It fits you." He said, hands behind his back.

"I'm not King." Illuminaatrix said. "I'm the Watcher. And I intend to watch over Jenrak until Alledrias is fit for rule. But I am curious, Viraranaar. Why have you come back after all this time? I need to talk to you." He said, as Viraranaar only returned an equally cold and malicious look.

"You're here to kill me, aren't you? As everyone whom knows who you truly are, Illuminaatrix."

"You have much to learn, Viraranaar. You still do not understand the fact that I have not fallen to corruption. I have not killed a single man without a justifiable purpose. And now you come here, after all this time, with him," he looked at Edward, "thinking to blackmail me." He only snickered, before sitting down.

Edward just smiled wider, “Maybe or maybe not.” he said. “I should have killed you six months ago, Eln.” He walked over to his sister and Persephone hands him Saerus’ will. He started reading it.

“You called yourself the Watcher, Eln.” said Edward. “Watchers watch…Not fucking making new fucking laws.” His voice raising with every word. “Alledrias’ empire will not be the one her father made. A changed one, which Arcarum would look down on.”

“So… the Watcher of Jenrak, did you see any of these coming?” asked Edward with cocky smile on his face.

"With all due respect, Edward. Her father's empire is a crippling one. I intend for Alledrias to rule Jenrak at it's height of power, not decadence. I am the Watcher, and I will, Watch Jenrak, but as a Watcher I will also fix it's mistakes when I find it."

Above the balcony, watching from the chandelier tips, a mysterious figure lurked, watching the debate, a pale hand softly fondling it's handle of a blade.

“No with all due respect, Eln. Her father’s empire was crippling because of your actions with the Children of the Balance.” said Edward. “Everything fell into your hands after those attacks. The civil war started with a couple of big bangs.”

He looked at Selene then at Vira. “Play nice with Eln.” he said. He walked back over towards Selene, when he heard a heartbeat above him. He looked up as he took the seat to left of sister. Who is that? he asked himself.

"Correction. Should the Children of Balance be of the cause, and Jenrak under Arcarum's helm capable, then they would have been able to root out the cause of the Children. A dummy terrorist group led by a quanti-traditionalist is quite an easy catch." He noted.

From above, Rashkta watched, her eyes leering around, the shadow briefly catching glimpses of Edward and Selene. As she walked away, the servants came to attend to her. "So this is Saerus' wife. Well she could be more than what she seems, but I doubt it. Only a big mouth to talk, no distinct functions in mind." Rashkta replied, as the servants nodded in fear.

Lifting her finger slightly, a Sadist guard nodded and motioned for the Fists of Stone to leave, as they did so, and the meeting resumed.

Illuminaatrix crossed his arms, and watched, eyeing Rashkta with an uneasy look.

Edward watched Rashkta as she was walking away. He whisper something in Selene’s left ear, “Be my eyes at this meeting. I will be back.” he said. Standing up, he said “I have something to do, continue with your little meeting.”

With that he disappeared for the room, then reappeared near Rashkta. “Excuse me, do I know you?” he asked.

"No, you don't. And I intend to keep it that way." She said, turning the corner and dissappearing.

Nice play, Miss. as he tracked her heartbeat. It took about a minute to get in front of her. “Can’t play hide and seek with a vampire. Because you will lose.” he said with a smile. “Why were you on the chandelier in that meeting?”

"I'm not playing hide and seek. I'm avoiding you." She said coldly, and adamantly, turning on a small whirring object, as it screeched quickly, hiding the sound of her heart as she turned around another corner.

“Well…you are a dumb one for avoiding me.” said Edward. He smiled before turning to started back to the meeting. “Because I think I have deal for you, Miss.” That is when he started walking back to the meeting…

"Standing amongst drift seas and living in their hearts, darknes encumbered only their souls as they sadly fall upon broken sands." She quoted, the servants nodding to her. "The words of Herrissian Karbulia." She read. "A poet." She only snickered, lighting the textbook on fire. "That's bullshit."

Illuminaatrix, back at the meeting, watched as the council Lords still sat in complete silence.

Edward walked back into the meeting, he looked around. “Don’t tell you were quiet the whole time I was gone.” he said. After taking his seat next to Selene, he asked “So…what was this meeting about?”

"Apparently I have heard word from Ashili that crime is becoming wiped out unjustly, and that the new laws agreed upon were seen as 'harsh' towards criminals. I have agreed to hold a council of the political figures this war on crime would have influence over, and that perhaps a settlement both professionally and politically well is set."

“Oh…yeah, those bullshit laws of yours.” said Edward. “Those laws are harsh against criminals. I mean come on, how long as crime been happening in Jenrak. A long time, if you read up on Jenrak’s history.”

“You thinking because of your new law, the criminals will back down and disappear.” he said looking at Eln. “Say aye, if you think that.”

"Correction, Edward, if you read Jenrak's history you'll see that it only has a few hundred years of peace, and in those years, it was striving under law and order. I do not intend to have criminals back down and dissappear. I intend for them to be killed and slaughtered. I do not intend to stop crime, I intend to kill it, so that future generations never have to find it anymore."

“Oh…you sounding like man named Hitler.” said Edward. “You wanting to kill off the crime in Jenrak. That is the same thing Hitler did but it was to kill off blacks and Jews.”

“I see your plan…” he paused. “going down the crapper and into the sewers, where shit belongs.”

"I would not prefer to use those words, Mr. Darkholme. If you intend to goad me, I will not take your vampiric bait. I'm here to discuss this fairly and equitably of the laws on the remains of Saerus' secret empire." He said, as Rashkta returned to the meeting, watching from the shadows above.

“Well…I try to watch my language.” said Edward. “So… we’re here to discuss this fairly and equitably of the laws on the remains of Saerus' secret empire. Which is now Selene‘s secret empire."

“Come on, man. You are messing with Dominion’s stuff now.” he said. “I bet Selene gave you a good deal.”

“25% of the profits every year to the Jernak’s government.” said Selene. “Eln threw it out like bad Chinese food.” Edward’s jaw drop after hearing that. “You’re a nut, Eln. Because you will never win your war on crime.” He saw something in the shadow from above them. She back.

"Correction, the empire is no longer a secret, and crime is crime. I will not take bribes or any sort of material pleasure to further anything, Selene. While you may be in charge of the place now, they are still Jenrakians, and in Jenrak, they are to be treated as the council sees fit." He said, not wanting to look at the figure that peered down from above.

“It has never been secret, Eln. Unless you were not paying attention to the stuff happening your own nation.” said Edward. “Not everything in Jenrak is not Jenrakian.”

“Who is that up there, Eln?” said Edward.

“Because you not playing any attention to her.” said Selene.

"It was to the general public. It isn't anymore." Eln said. As Edward asked, Illuminaatrix only looked up painfully towards Rashkta, and shook his head.

"Nobody you need to concern with." He murmured, and the figure nodded.

You are scared of her, Eln. said Edward to himself. I can smell your fear in your blood.

“Well…you don’t want to tell who she is. I will ask somebody, who will answer my question.” said Edward. “If he knows her.” He looked at Vira, “Who is she?” he asked.

"She's nobody, correct?" Illuminaatrix asked Viraranaar, whom stood still, sweat of fear of the figure pouring down his head.

"That's Lady Rashkta." Viraranaar said.

“Thank you, Vira.” said Edward. He looked at Eln, “Are you nervous?” he asked. “Because you’re sweating like you are nervous.”

"I'm alright." Illuminaatrix replied, watching the figure as it tapped silently it's fingers on the railings. "Well, we must get back to schedule." He urged.

Yeah right. said Edward to himself. “Well…it looks like we know your position and our position on the problem. We need to hear other position on this matter.”

“Lady Rashkta, what is your position?” asked Edward.

"I prefer to be not called at all, Mr. Darkholme. I believe the confines of the situation are solely to you and the Watcher." She said, still not emerging truly.

“Well…it looks like you have the Watcher and the other councilmen on their toes right now.” said Edward. “So…it makes me think, you should be the one I need to talk to.”

"But would I talk? Would I think about it? Are not simple things the easiest? Maybe that's what you be thinking about, Mr. Darkholme." Rashkta asked back.

“Well…” said Edward didn’t know what to say. Somebody has some balls and what made it worse, that person was woman.

Seeing that her brother was pausing for a long time, Selene looked up at her. “You have been in here when this meeting was started. We would like to hear what you think of the Watcher’s actions.” she said.

"Ms. Annirak, I'm here to do my job, and my job is not to give opinion. Therefore, I am under no obligation to give my opinion." Rashkta replied back coldly, her voice still yet the same.

Wow! said Edward in his mind. She stopped Selene in her tracks. “Good answer, Lady Rashkta.” said Selene, brushing it off her shoulder like it was bad cold.

“Anybody has something to say to me or Selene. Say it now.” said Edward.

"If things are to continue, perhaps the meeting can commence. Selene," Illuminaatrix said, nodding to her. "Do you have a list of things you wish changed about the laws?"

“Everything about it.” said Selene. “The laws are doing nothing but making you into a dictator. Crime can‘t be took out because of new laws you made.”

“It needs to be slowly took out. And that could be years.” said Selene. “And we are doing the same thing to the vampire hunters in the Dominion. And you know what, they are getting more followers.” It was not the truth but only four people in that room have been in the Dominion.

“So…your little war is just going to make Jenrak worse.” said Selene.

"Followers? Hmm, this happening was not something I thought would happen." He said, wondering, as the sunlit rays pierced upon his face. Rashkta, standing above, heard the slight slip of lies in Selene's voice, and only smiled slightly. She knows how to make things work in this world. Before hiding the slight sign of amusement her monotone expression once more.

"Well then, what do you propose?" Illuminaatrix asked.

“We go with my deal.” said Selene. “Make the laws disappear and I, with the help of my Pink Ladies and the Black Dragons, will control the crime in Jenrak.”

“The 25% of our profit will be handle to the government.” said Selene. “To use for whatever you want. If you to spend on a couple of high priced jets or car or a naval ship, I would not care. It will be your money to use.”

Wondering, he said to the council members, "So what is the dedication to this idea?" He asked, as the council members wondered.

"Well," one of them piped up, "This money could go to fueling our military's tenacity. We could always increase more money to the military."

"Or it could go to the people. It would help them greatly." Another said, to the agreement of others.

"Then it's settled. I will abolish the new laws, but know this Selene, should I see crime rampant in any part of Jenrak I will place intact the Erred Laus. The Laws of Justice will be re-introduced if your organization gets out of hand." He said, as if it were a warning.

“Well…you have my word. If anybody gets out of my control, they will be handled with.” said Selene. “The Black Dragons will be my enforcers, anybody crosses my orders will be killed on the spot.”

“So…we have deal, Eln.” she said. “Correct?”

Illuminaatrix sighed softly. He had tried to keep a peace and order that could rival Ascherach's, yet he could not do so. It was not as easy as he thought. "Correct. This deal with be effective in two hours, which should be enough time to withdraw all forces from nearby positions." He said, as the council members got up and Rashkta walked away.

“Thank you.” said Selene as she got up. Edward got up, walked over to Vira. “You saying here?” Selene and her posse were waiting for Edward to come with them.

"I'm staying. I have a feeling Illuminaatrix wants to talk to me."

“Well…you know number to castle, call me if you need to.” said Edward. With that, he headed over to Selene. “We can go. Eln is not going to do any thing to him.” he said to her. Edward, Selene, and her posse started towards the hanger.

As everyone filed out, Illuminaatrix sat down, sitting across from Viraranaar. "So, how was your time in wherever you were?" He asked, as Vira smiled slightly.

"...invigorating." Vira summed it up, to the amusement of Illuminaatrix.

"I need something from you."

"And what is that?"

"I want you to recreate to teach the Black Patriarchal ways to the Sword Bearers."

"Why?"

"Because it is the last of the Black Patriarch laws, and they were better at assassinations than the sword bearing police. The sword bearers are spies, but I intend to make them both."

"And what do I expect in return?"

"Safety." Illuminaatrix said slowly. "A job. Your old home, your old chain of command."

The offer was enticing, and Viraranaar quickly took it up. "Alright, I'll do it." He agreed.

Edward, Selene and her posse were in the hanger. They started boarding the helicopter as it was running a pre-fight check. It took to the sky a couple of minutes later.

“You see how everybody was scared of Lady Rashkta.” said Edward.

“It is funny to see that many men afraid of one woman.” said Selene.

“Well, good job on making those laws disappear.” said Edward.

“Thanks.” said Selene.

“What are you going to call your son?” asked Edward.

“What do you think?” said Selene. “Saerus the second.”

“Oh…that is nice.” he said.

“On another note…” Viraranaar asked. “Who exactly was that woman?”

“You don’t know her?” Illuminaatrix asked. “How did you know her name?”

“I was stationed with her in Hsac once, found out her name. She never spoke to me.”

“That’s Lady Rashkta, the Sadist leader. She’s been the one who’s controlling the entire Sadist army…”

Rashkta walked in for her watch of the training schedules, the apprentices watching her as they sparred, her gaze creeping about as they began to fight harder. There was a certain air of superiority, a certain linger of fear dripping in their minds as they carefully tried not to error. Watching them too slowly move, she grabbed one of the staffs from an apprentice, and picked four apprentices to the sparring matt. “Anybody who can hit me, becomes a fully fledged Sadist.” She said.

“…the entire Sadist army? Isn’t that a large burden?”

“Exactly. Nobody knows how she manages it…”

The four apprentices rushed quickly, spinning in a team as they linked together, striking four different spots immediately. Dodging, Rashkta lifted herself up and kicked them, sending two flying into a wall.

“She seems fairly omniscious.”

“She’s the most dangerous weapon Jenrak has to offer…”

The other two spun their staffs, as Rashkta waited, sticking her staff into the spinning rotor like shield, jamming up the attack and hitting the apprentice in the neck. The other one was quickly dispatched by a quick punch to the chest, as he went fighting. For somebody of her figure, Rashkta fought unnaturally brutal.

“…with more victories and kills than Nahk.”

Annirak Castle
As the helicopter touched down in the hanger, a group of nine men waited for Selene. There were five white men, two Asian men, a black man and a dark skinned man.

Three of the white men were the Petrenko brothers; Boris, Kirill and Vadim. Boris was the oldest one and tallest (6’5”) one, he had brown hair with gray area in it. Kirill was the middle brother and was a few inches shorter the Boris, he had brown hair. The youngest, Vadim, was also the shortest (5’8”) one, he had black hair. Each of the brothers has full breads and were dressed in nice black suit. They were from the Star Mafia in the Dominion.

The other two white men were brothers, too. They were Karl and Reinhard Yager. Both were the same height (6‘1“)and weight (198 pounds), each one had black hair and blue eyes. Both of them were wearing nice black suit. They were from the Noble Dragon Mafia.

The other four men were from the Imperial Snake Mafia. The dark skinned men in maroon suit was Abdul Qatar, he was 5’11” tall and had black hair with a matching goatee. One of the Asian men, the one in green suit, was Zu Nuuron and was 5’6” tall. The black man was Devon Corcoran and about 6’ tall, he was wearing brown duster with tan pants and white button up shirt under it. The last Asian man was Chir Muroma, he was couple of inches taller the Zu and wearing blue suit like Zu. Both Zu and Chir were bald.

Edward got out first and looked at the men, “Looks like you got company.” he said. Selene saw the men and was taking the golden robe off, “It must be the men Father send Me.” she said. Selene and her brother headed over to meet with the men.

Rashkta, sitting down, reading a relatively old book, only grimaced in confusion as she asked to herself on why it happened.

Annirak Castle
“You know your orders.” said Selene. The men looked at her and shook their head like saying yes. They started out the room, to waiting black bullet-proof sedans. A total of nine sedans and nine UPS type trucks head out of the castle‘s gate. In the back of each truck sat six Black Dragons, wearing solid black Transylvanian body armor and armed with a FN Mk.17 SCAR-H assault rifle and a HK P2000 pistol. The nine men’s orders were…to make sure the criminals know who run thing now.

“Think it will work.” asked Edward. “I have a good feeling it will work.” said Selene.

“Are you bring over all of the Black Dragons and the Pink Ladies?” asked Edward.

“Yes, it will take a little time to bring them all over. But they are going to come.“ said Selene. Edward got and kissed his sister on her forehead, “I’m heading home. Call me, if you need anything.” he said.

“Will do.” said Selene as Edward head towards the hanger.

Sanduras
Sitting down, Eln Illuminaatrix had his hand on his chin, intently staring as he wondered on what would happen. "This is absurd. They're bringing crime up to rate, and I am stuck here. I need to keep this government together, and things seem to be falling apart."

Rashkta, standing behind him and Denise, only stood in a quiet sentence, watching around, guarding them.

Evergone Castle
Edward was sitting his office, he was watching the computer screen in front of him. A live video feed was up on it. This video feed was coming from one of the millions of hidden cameras the Dominion had in Sanduras.

He zoomed in on Eln’s face. “Though ruling a nation was easy.” he said out loud. “It is not easy. Really not nice, when you have two Darkholmes trying to mess things up.”

Sanduras
"What am I to do?" He asked, as Denise thought for a little while.

"Well, I suggest -" but Rashkta cut them off, as she heard a slight whirring in the background, almost as if it was to be hidden.

"We don't want eaves droppers." Rashkta said, pulling out a long silver gun, and blasted it through to the cameras, cutting off the feed. "It's best to stay cautious, milord." She said, standing still.

Sanduras
“Oh…come on.” said Edward. He took a slip of his Jack Daniels. “I need to get some action.” he said out loud as he shut down the computer. After that he got up and almost fell over the two empty bottles of JD next to the desk. He head out to find his wife.

The Discussion was fairly dry, as they only talked about the little bundle of robes perched in Denise's hands, the tiny little baby sleeping and droning. "Alley's going to grow up to become something special." Denise said, comforting the little baby, as Illuminaatrix only smiled slightly.

"She will be raised in Jenrakian courts, as her father would want. Rashkta, will you accept her into the Sadist caste?" He asked.

"She is still too young to be found of whether she is fit or not to be a Sadist. Child of a Lord or not, we keep pressing forward, and those too weak only die. I am being biased." Rashkta said, turning towards the hallway. She was intent on returning to Erges.

Evergone Castle
By the time Edward made it to the bedroom, he passed out on the bed. He was sleeping good like a newborn baby. He still had his boots on. He needs to not drink that much anymore.

Elsewhere in Jenrek, Selene’s new crime lords were taking names and showing who ran things now in the crime underworld.

Ashili had walked in with her generals to pick up some papers she had left on the drawer side when the group encountered Edward's sleepign body on the bed, their looks skewed in suspicion. "Perhaps we shouldn't bother." She said, picking up the papers quickly and walking back out.

From Erges, a lone Sadist walked along the borderlines of the city, watching as the movements of the traffic entered into the gates, the whirring stone fortress of the city showing a massive rise of towers, the people bustling for their Rafahlat, the country wide celebration of materialism. Shopping was the main point to it, economics boomed during it's time, and now, this single Sadist was forced to find something for his wife.

Edward was in a deep sleep, nobody could wake him. It would take a bomb going off next to him to wake his drunk self up. He will be asking himself in the morning a question ‘Why did I drink those bottles?’

Sanduras
Picking up the phone, Denise telephoned Selene. "I need to talk to you." Was all she said.

Annirak Castle
Selene was asleep before she hear her phone start ringing. “What is it, Denise?” she asked.

"Meet me in the slave Camps of Hsac. Come alone, and I will do the same." Denise replied.

“Sure. I will met you there.” said Selene hanging up the phone. A Mi-35 Hind E assault transport helicopter exited the hanger a couple of minutes later, Selene sat in the back in black cloak. It was heading towards the slave camps of Hsac. If she thinks she is going to attack me, I will kill her with her own damn sword. she said to herself.

Mi-35 Hind E assault transport helicopter landed in Hsac, after Selene got out of the back with the help of the co-pilot. The helicopter entered the sky but stayed close to the area she was in. “Densie, you out there?” she called out.

Sitting down on a rock, past the mined fields and the barbed wires, tents and shacks of poverty was alit, a darker side to Jenrak's 'economic' boom. This was where the government did not care to reach, to look, nor any other country for that matter. Atrocities here were like their breath, their every slick of life. It was a hellhole, it was horrible. But it was secret.

"I'm over here." Denise replied, motioning Selene to sit down beside her.

Selene took a seat next to her. “Why did we have meet out here?” she asked. “What did you want?”

"Hsac is an anonymouse place. Nobody here to find us. I need to talk to you about your inheritance of Saerus' crime organizations."

“Okay.” said Selene. She looked Denise in the eyes. “What do you need to know about it?”

"This is going to be difficult to place. Eln has been placing larger numbers of Sword Bearing Police on patrols, and he's intending on turning the Fists of Stone into the assault weapon." While it may not make sense, Denise had to sum it up, "He's recreating the military into an offensive powerhouse."

“And how does that have something to do with the crime organizations?” said Selene. Who looked like she need sleep, not sitting on a rock in the middle of night.

"Because when your turning normal police officers into a fully fledged military, the only thing left is the elite guards. Rashkta was there at the meeting only to watch the finalization. Illuminaatrix may be taking out the laws, but he's doing more damage by putting the Sadists in charge of enforcing the current ones. He's taking killers and turning them into protectors."

Selene woke up inside after hearing that. “Why the hell would he be doing that for? This is pissing me.” she said. “With the Sadists as the so-called police, Jenrak will be screwed in many ways. Sadists do not need in to be in that type of power, those soldiers are nothing but killers like you say.”

“Well…that puts a big wrench in my plans to turn in the crime empire into something good.” she said. “I was going to make it into one of the mafias in the Dominion. If you have been there, you would see what I’m talking about.”

"I'd prefer not. Crime was kept under control by Saerus, it's mistakes covered up by Nahk. Now neither of them are alive, and it's becoming dangerous. I fear it would only be a matter of time before there comes more dangerous unofficial war against Crime. The Sadists are much more dangerous than any foe we have ever faced, you can believe me. They are Ascherach's military children. They follow the art of war with the old lords." Denise said.

"Rashkta at their helm makes it simply worse."

“Well…we will see another war on Jenrak’s soils then.” said Selene. “That is, if you can talk Eln out of it. And if this unofficial war starts, everything is will harmed in one way or another way. Clubs, casinos, bars and may other types of place are under the crime empire protection by the end of this night and many more at the end of this week.”

“Some of those will be owned by the Annirak Mafia.” she added.

"Which is why I called you here. It's bad for the economy. War does not help any country; it only diminishes the wealth. I'm not trying to get us to go against him, I just want to figure up a plan to stop him from making these decisions final."

“Remind him that without the crime empire, Jenrak will be ruined.” said Selene. “Hell…if my crime empire falls, that does not mean all crime in Jenrak will be took out. The remaining Lancers can train new recruits to add more of Janrak’s armed forces.”

“The Dominion could help train new recruits. Together we can rebuilt Jenrak’s armed forces without having to turn the police in soldiers or the Sadists into the police.” she added.

"The military is a proud monster. The Generals would never agree to it; they've never taken foriegn inteference, and they certainly won't take it now."

“Well…they are a bunch of idiots then.” said Selene. “Each division has been trained to do something in the Dominion Armed Forces. Some fight one way and some fight the different way.”

“The Sadists would destroy several divisions but they would fall under the heavy hitting divisions of the Dominion Armed Forces.” said Selene. “You need to start programs to bring people into the army. But I bet nobody thought of that.”

"It's not a matter of recruitment. We can start recruiting campaigns any tiem with expectant results. We are a theocracy, after all. However, the Sadist war Machine is one not to be trifled with. They are quite capable of crushing any conventional offensive when they're playing the defensive side." Denise said.

"Rashkta is an untrustworthy woman, and she is extremely cruel, but she is still in the ideal of keeping her men together. She won't wage a war unless she has the full Sadist attention." Denise replied.

“So…is Rashkta the real one in charge of things?” asked Selene. “Because she had the councilmen all nervous and scared of her.”

“So...how can we change Eln’s mind.” she added before starting to think of a good idea. “Got it.” she said after finding a good idea in her sleepily head. “Tell Eln that police are better protecting the streets then in battle with true soldiers. And that the Sadists would be to nuts to really guarded the streets.” she said.

“Tell him that the Sadist would start killing people for not following their laws, be it they are following the laws or not following the laws. So…they would just kill people for fun.” she added.

"That's what's worrying me. The Sadists are never occupational forces. They're killing off peopel already, and they haven't been assigned to any posts yet."

“Well…plant the seed in Eln’s mind, that the Sadist need to be in places where no other humans are.” said Selene. “They can’t be trusted like the other units of the Jenrak.”

"I thought from what you've seen most of Jenrak's military cannot be trusted." She said jokingly.

“The Sadists are on the top of that list.” said Selene. “Make sure you tell Eln that the Sadist will be harder to control, if they were the police. With the power of being police, they would be free to kill anybody at anytime for anything.”

“Spit your gum on the ground, a Sadist kills you for it.” she added.

"They would not justify their kills. They would simply slaughter unjustly. It would do more damage than the system we have now."

“Well…you are the one who needs to place the seed. Eln see me as his enemy.” said Selene. “And I would, too.”

“Plus…there is something I have been wanting to ask you. You’re a beautiful woman.” said Selene. Really she is a hot woman. she said to herself. “Why have you not found a husband?”

"My friends, Saerus, Ashili, Arcarum, they've all married themselves off in the pursuit of love yet they find only love with power. I'm not in a hurry to find someone, but when I do, I'll find him for whom he is, not whom he stands for."

“Love the answer.” said Selene. “So…are we done here?”

"We're done here. Remember Selene, I'm on your side, but I'm putting my nation's blood first."

“I know that, Denise.” she said as she got up. “Call me, if you need.” She heads back towards the helicopter. The helicopter entered the sky and head back towards the castle.

Denise stayed, however, under the soft dazzling trickle of the stars and the slow warmth of the sun finally glistening over the damp mountain lights. She only slightly squinted her eyes as the sun pierced it's rays into her pupil, the light warming her blood, Hsac glowing in an awe of curiosity in all it's magnificence. "I' better get back." She said, wary.

From the small tiny sectors of Erges, the outskirts of the brilliant city of light, as it turned off it's haze when the sun began to grow upon the mountains and the plains, an omniscious figure crept along the side of the alleyway, guarded men watching him as he looked around, a small serpent tattoo cut into his wrist, binding into his hands. As he moved, the darkness of the snake seemed to plunge, and swirl as if he were controlling it to move.

When Saerus died, he left behind a massive underground organization, one that attracted the attention of many rivalling crime Lords. He was one of them, the mysterious Argonahk, a proud general in one of Jenrak's military. Unlike Saerus who exercised his strong connections with the political structure of Jenrak, Argonahk worked in secrecy, a reason why he was not yet found out by the enemy disrupters. So many like him, not wanting to emerge, in fear of the assimiliation many other 'brave' clans of crime have claimed.

"In a moment's notice, we will go back to being nobody, but in another moment, we will be somebody." He said quietly, as the bombs ignited, and the outskirts of Erges lit up in flame, as if contorted in the burnings of another morning sun.

None of Selene’s new crime bosses were in or near Erges. They were in other parts of Jenrak but the bombing in Erges did not go unseen by Edward‘s spies. A man in nasty brown robes with dirt and other stuff all over it watched Argonahk and his men in an alleyway. The man looked like he was a homeless bum and smelled like one, too. This man was not there to spy on Argonahk but was there to spy of the Sword Bearing Polices in the area. Who is that fucker? the man asked himself. The man had a Ruger MP9 Submachine gun under his nasty robe. With one hand on it, the man contained to watch this man with a snake tattoo.

From the depths of the Erges police force came out a small legion of Sword bearing police, as they began to scour the streets for the possible threat that engulfed them. Although the city of Erges itself were not harmed, the slums on it's outskirts were in chaos, as people yelled and shrieked and were scared to the bone, a fear of another bombing frightening them all.

Just that moment, another bombing was issued in Northern Raunin, and in the Sandurian borders on Rephalim, a group of armed forces gunned down civilians as they declared themselves leaders of the new Criminal system. Under the helm of 'Arraxus the Bold', they were working, claiming to be in the guise of the blood of Herrissian's children. While it caused great disbelief, uncertainty rose throughout the ranks.

Northern Raunin
The Petrenko brothers were handling the take down of crime in Raunin. Boris, Kirill and Vadim were all taking a cigar break after taking a good slice of Raunin’s underground crime network. Then all hell started to happen, the bombing had started in Northern Raunin. So…they start searching for the people who have it ordered.

Sandurian borders on Rephalim
Devon Corcoran and his six Black Dragons were in at the timing of the shooting. So.. he order them in engage the fuckers, who said they were new leaders of the new Criminal system. The Black Dragons would destroy those idiots and thanks to the body armor, they would take no loss unless the enemy had RPG type weapon.

From the tips of the Haasdra tower of the Necromarnen, Illuminaatrix watched as the news flickered to scenes of the carnage, people ripping each other in their fear, gasses of smoke and flames licking the ground as they engulfed the people. The Sword bearing police kept the situation from becoming pure disruption, the police moving in to deploy forces to suppress. Bullets seared around, as people watched in fear as the fires raged forwards.

From the television screen came the reporter, her blonde hair only slightly revealing the brown roots that dampened her hair, her eye liner slightly too strong.

In further news today, the people are surprised at the amount of police strength used to keep the plces under situation. While no reinforcements have arrived towards Raunin, Erges and Rephalim have been promised legendary 'Sadist' support. More information on the nature of these reinforcements are coming up later, tonight.

Annirak Castle
After arriving back at the castle, Selene was gave message about the bombings in Raunin and Erges, the mad men in Rephalim killing people. This made her furious. “I hate this shit. Everything was going good until this bullshit.” she yelled. More Black Dragons were heading towards those location, fifty soldiers at each location.

Evergone Castle
Edward got out the shower. “I’m not going to drink anymore.“ he said out loud. He got some nice clothes on before heading back into the bedroom. He turned the TV and started watching the news.

Rashkta stood amongst the tall military balcony, her eyes swiftly checking through the chains and the and the caged men, as they leered back at her with visions of lust, anger, blood and cannibalism. Standing with her helmet off, she only spoke with a painful conviction, a piercing of the soul that could be only heard through mind. “Immediately, you will be dropped off into Erges and Rephalim. All civilians will be evacuated, so kill anybody in the city remaining. Understand?” She said, as they nodded fiercely, licking their lips and sharpening their blades.

“This is a morality mission. I want no raping, no plundering, pillaging.” She said, to the groan of the men, as they complained and yelled at her from their cages. “If I catch anybody raping, stealing, pillaging, or any of that, I will murder you myself in the most painful way I can find. Understood?” She yelled, as they began to quiet down, their manic hissings and their bloodthirsty yells softening to a damp silence. “Good. Now Illuminaatrix has told me that you will be aiding the Fists of Stone in dismantling the terrorist strength. I do not want any interference or in-fighting against the Fists of Stone, understood?” She yelled, as they nodded slightly, talking amongst themselves.

“Understood?” She yelled, as they nodded, frightened. “Good. Now you will be loaded onto cargo planes, so do not take a bite or eat or lunge at the people whom will be carrying your cages. If you do, I will slice off your fingers, and feed them to the man beside you. Now,” she said, pressing a remote and opening the hatch, cargo men carefully walking in as they carried the cages full of Sadists onto the ramps, “kill them all!” She yelled, in a furious glatch.

In both Erges and Rephalim, the Black Dragons were searching for the terrorists because they were a threat to their Mistress’ crime empire. Devon Corcoran was leading a squad of ten Black Dragons in Rephalim when his radio went off. “Mr. Corcoran, we just got word that Sadists have landed on the edge of city.” said the voice on the radio.

“Well…they can’t touch us because we are civilians of the Dominion. It will be an act of war, if they attack any of us.” said Devon in the radio. He moved down the street.

As the planes were launched over the cities, Rashkta's voiced pierced over the booming planes once more. "We have word that Dominion forces are in the area. They are armed forces, none of them Jenrakian." She merely replied, as the caged soldiers hissed, the compartments finally opening up.

In Rephalim, it happend as well, and they were dropped like caskets of death, dripping and falling into the city, the barren lands quiet and complacent, the tall structures glittering the sky. It could be seen from miles around, like a great hail shower of storm, yet something was obviously more malicious.

The Black Dragons continued to search the cities. Most of them laughed at what Rashkta said. “No shit, we aren’t Jenrakian. She did say we were Dominion forces.” said one of the Black Dragons. The units of ten Black Dragons each, they continued looking for the terrorist scum that say they are trying to make their own crime empire.

AS the sifting caskets opened, the cages unravelled and the darkness of the space lessened, the light piercing through into their eyes. Crawling out quickly, armed blade and rifle, the Sadists stood up in recognition of the light, feeling it's warmth on their cold pale skin, their eyes moving around in wonder. Crackling, they slowly moved along, led by a tall, thin, primal man, who held a sword in his arms with power webbing through his fingers.

In the Raunin province, soldiers of the 19th Hound Soldiers (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/19th.jpg) were searching for the terrorist scum. Most of them were traveling in team of five but bunches off them were by themselves. Lone wolves is what Major Tony Norris (http://www.shsu.edu/~eng_wpf/authors/pictures/norris.jpg) called those who liked to work by themselves. Because the whole division of the 19th Hound Soldiers is housed in Jenrak, 250,000 Hound Soldiers were searching.

Rephalim
Devon spit at the ground as he saw the Sadist land and enter the city. “Fucking monsters.” he said.

Evergone Castle
Edward looked at picture of man as he sat on the end of his bed. It was a picture of a man that one of Edward’s spies took a picture of the man in Erges. “Who is that man?” he asked out loud. He has not touched a drop of alcohol and he was feeling good. He already had all of his type of alcohol took from the house, his wife’s stuff was still there. But he never liked her stuff. So…he will touch a drop of alcohol again.

The Sadists crept on, walking, lead by the smell of fresh blood possibly lingering on the sleeve of a moving scum, or a dragged civilian. To them, it did not matter, only death was their goal, and that they would accomplish. Walking to the corpses, they began to feast, their long writhing tongues grotesque and their thin, wiry faces sneering evilly as the blood from the flesh dripped down their faces onto their uniforms. They were like children, eating ice cream on a hot summer’s day, but only in philosophy. In reality, they were dark, dark men, feasting upon the bodies of the unfortunate, hunger ravaging their stomachs as they ate. Their leader, the tall thin man, whom authorities named him Esselaus, grabbed one of their heads, and ripped up their hair,. Blood spewing from it’s scalp.

“No breaks until the city is purged.” Esselaus commanded, throwing the man onto the ground, as the others hissed at him, their hands at their blades. They were scared of this man, but it was an odd sight, to see a great dangerous threat controlled by another.

“Continue searches.” He said, a they walked on, some still lingering by to have a last bite, but the flaring of the pistol into the air kept their attention to the leader.

“I smell blood, and fresh blood.” He said, snickering his fanged teeth as his nostrils flared in delight. “I smell cold blood, and I feel no wind. Somebody is alive somewhere, and they are moving.” He said, walking on, the Sadist company following him, smelling the blood in the air.

In a glimpse, they ran to the east, tracked on by the smell of blood. “It moves quick, too quick for feet. It must be on a cycle.” He said again, running quicker, as his men followed. It was unnatural, they had a primal cunning, a will to never tire and a strength that wouldn’t wane. They lacked the intelligent design to be civilized, but in balance for their savage attitude, they were given the gift of animal primality, and it’s strength and speed. They were like animals; they felt fear, they feasted never-ending, and their souls know no bounds of faith in death.

In Rephalim, a soft flap of the feet were heard, as the civilians left inside the city cried their eyes out, blood trickling down their cheeks, as they cried out tears of red shining blood, their eyes beaten by the gangs that kept them there. They were raped, they were tortured, and they were beaten, but not dead yet, and that made it all the more worse, to endure it without an ending. They had lost hope, that they believed that the authorities no longer cared for the populace within the city.

In Rephalim…Devon and the fifty Black Dragons watched as people, who looked like they just been through Hell, passed by them. Devon had the whole squad with him by then. “Let the monsters search the other part of the city.” he said to the Black Dragons. They followed the way the people were coming towards them. Ready to kill anything that put up a fight.

Evergone Castle….After looking at the photo, Edward got up and heads to his wife’s office. “Ashili, you know how this is?” he asked as he placed the photo on the desk.

The terrorist gangs were found in a part of the city, fleeing in broken down cars as the Sadists leaped up and lunged onto their vehicles, holding on like mantises against their prey. The gunfire from the terrorists were muffled by the yells of their frantic attitude, as the Sadists leaped onto the men, and began to tear their bodies apart, even as the vhicles moved. From a distance, the others let loose their fire, tearing the men into shreads as they hit a wall, the flames from teh truck covering the shadow of the Sadists as they crawled back onto the ground, unharmed and feeding on the remains, Esselaus throwing a piece of cold flesh towards them, as they snapped at each other. Eventually, they split it up into pieces, and the Sadists walked on.

The civilians whom were trapped saw the Black Dragons, but they merely thought they were another gang, so they intended on keeping their mouths shut. But as they finally decided, the small group of people ran for it, their wounds slowing them down as the terrorists began gunning them down.

From the Evergone Castle, Ashili dropped her pen, and looked up from her papers, squinting slightly at the photo Edward showed her. "I think it's Argonahk. I'm not sure, I have a feeling it is Argonahk. Looks like he shaved his beard." She said calmly, picking up her pen and going back to her paperwork.

In Rephalim…when the terrorists started firing, it gave out their location. The Black Dragons drop down and started engaging the terrorist scum. Their FN Mk.17 SCAR-H assault rifles howling like wild dogs at the moon. Devon’s HK MG 36 machine gun joined in on the fun, too.

The Evergone Castle…Edward looked at the photo, “This was took in Erges before and after the bombings. I think he is part of those terrorists.” said Edward.

The terrorists were ill-equipped, and caught off guard against superior numbers, as they began to grab the civilians and used them for shields, firing frantically in every direction possible. It was noted that they would most likely lose the battle, so their priority was to simply escape.

In Evergone, at Ashili's castle, she merely shrugged. "I'm not surprised. Argonahk's a hard man to find, and he's a very good master of disguise, but I'm not surprised. I am surprised that we didn't make a public announcement, like every other time he did something."

In Rephalim…the terrorist could use the civilians as human shields but that would not stop them from getting killed. The reason was those civilians had suffer and were near death. Devon ordered ten Black Dragons to head around behind the terrorist. The others continued to fire, try to shot but not kill. Prisoners are a good thing to have.

The Evergone Castle…”Think he is the leader of the terrorist.” asked Edward. “Or trying to take Selene’s crime empire.”

Surprised, they knew they were facing foes whom's priorities were not to save, but purge. "Move out!" One of them yelled, as the others yelled back in tandem. They began to flee, still gunned down, and would not take capture for an answer. There was too much at risk, and besides; death was alot more painless than torture.

"I couldn't care less. Whether or not, he has to die anyways."

As terrorist flee, the Black Dragon moved after them. One terrorist was knocked off his feet by unknown person. The person stood over the terrorist, pointing the FN Mk.17 SCAR-H assault rifle at the face of the terrorist. The Black Dragons pushed to the man’s location, they surround their boy in war. “Who is your leader?” said Devon.

“Well…I will leave you to your work.” said Edward. He left the office but the photo was still on the desk.

The Terrorist looked around frantically, "Gen...General Illuminaatrix." He muttered, before taking out a knife and slitting his throat, as the remains of the terrorists no longer cared about the hostages, and ran for it.

Ashili still sat there, looking at the picture. "Argon, Argon, Argon..." she said, unapprovingly. "Your mother would be ashamed of you."

“He better not be.” said Devon as he looked at the dead terrorist. He spit on the scum before turning back the road. “Come on, we will let the Sadist freaks have the city.” he said. Him and the Black Dragons started out of the city to waiting helicopters.

It was a dangerous place, as the civilians crept into the taller parts of the buildings, attempting to stay away from places of heavy blood and bodies, places that Sadists regularly trodded and fed from. Over time, the terrorists began to be hunted down, like antelopes grazed over by the stalking lions that swiftly churned upon their bodies. It was a nasty guerilla warfare of unparalleled fury, but in the end, Rephalim was free of Terrorist control. As the Sadists were caged up again and lifted out of the city, back towards the darkness of Haasdra.

With Rephalim free of the terrorist scum, Selene ordered Devon back in there. This time he had 150 Black Dragons with him. Devon was ordered to rebuilt the crime parts of the city.

The Sword bearing were back to tandem, to reroute the people back in a few matter of days after the damage of the city's once gleaming infrastructure repaired. It was one of the largest and most destructive terrorist attacks ever, and thankfully, it was not successful. "We need to redeploy forces into the southern sector, and edge along the coastline for any escapes." A sword bearer said, a dark tall man named Lagris.

From the helm of the Sadist power, Rashkta sneered as she checked her charts. No Sadists were killed in the onslaught, thankfully, as they quick minded enough to last. The ones brutally wounded would be healed in time, and the soldiers given their daily ration of meat already by feasting in the gallows of the streets. "Good." She said, crumbling the paper and walking towards the balcony.

The head of Argonahk would be the most wanted one in Jenrak. Edward was putting up the reward. 500,000 Jenrakian dollars was the reward for bring him alive to Edward. 50,000 Jenrakian dollars was the reward for bring him dead to Edward. Now…Edward would sit back and wait to see who he going to have to paid.

Annirak Castle
Selene smiled at the map in front of her. She had a strong hold on the Saerus’ old crime empire. By the end of the week, the Black Dragons would be at full force. 5,000 of them would be in Jenrak.

Argonahk was no fool. He knew how everything worked, he knew that secret polices and spies would be placed, so he always gave wrong information and fake instances on his missions, he never get out of the place. More difficult to track than Viraranaar, sneakier than Illuminaatrix, he was a master of disguise, able to perfectly blend in amongst the people who bustled by.

Evergone Castle
Edward dialed Eln’s private phone number. As he waited for Eln to answer, he went through reports on his desk. Reports about the stuff happening in Jenrak, and things in the Dominion. Reports over his police forces in the Dominion.

"Hello?" He said, picking it up.

“Eln, how are you doing?” asked Edward being nice. “I bet it sucks having terrorists running around your nation that you can’t control them. Argonahk is one of the leader.”

“Got any way to bring him in the open?” asked Edward.

"It's impossible." Eln replied. "Nobody's been successful at having Argonahk reveal himself."

“Does he have anybody he loves?” asked Edward. “Maybe his parents.”