Hello. I see you've stumbled into somewhere of which you are not acquainted. A little while back, I, took over a large part of a continent known as Estern. I am truly great. And powerful. In my hand lays the Surukodo, a blade of which may cut many of people If I ever desired. But beyond it's blade is a power beyond any. In mortality. I am unkillable. My corpse is off the market. 

I still think back to my encounter with my dear best friend, Morte. He like me, somehow avoided death. He was still out there.

I ponder about him lots, much more then my mind really should about such a fool. I sit on my throne, as I have my face pressed up against my hand as I think. a green strand of hair falls before my own eye as I hear movement. I perk up at something deciding to finally happen in this forsaken place.

From a shadow drawn hall a short figure slinked toward my throne. In a darkened hood I saw my personal servant kirem approach. 

This had been his kingdom beforehand. I did great evil with his dead body. After he had died I had performed great magic upon him. His body became a servant of mine, The previous Kirem was dead and now the new Kirem worked for me with no hesitation.

Kirem's blonde messy strands of hair fell from beneath his hood and covered his red clad shades hiding his eyes. His mouth was in a frown and a unamused and uninspired one at that.

He walked up to my all mighty feet and bowed.

"Sir, the enemy is right at our door." Kirem said. I gave a quaint smirk.

"Is that so?" I asked smiling wide. Kirem nodded as i stood up. For dramatic effect I took my cape and threw it around as I threw out my hand in front of me. 

The air felt fuzzy as suddenly the long whitened blade Surukodo emerged into the palm of my quite attractive hands. I brushed my hair.

"Kirem be a dear and let them In." I ordered. Kirem turned and looked as our front door at the edge of the hall exploded into a ball of flames. Kirem looked unamused.

"Sir. It appears they let themselves in." Kirem replied dryly. I smiled evilly as an army of people marched up towards me. 

Another king stood up wearing a dark blue robe. he held a long sword as his brown hair looked ruffled under his cloak. Beside him was a mage. A woman in darkened black hair. she wore red Armour under a black cloak. A purple essence of magic illuminated from her less pretty hands archers, and knights lined up behind a nervous looking blonde knight.

"King Aethen, and my, Lord Roylat, so nice of you two to drop in like this." I mocked. The opposing king lifted his blade toward me.

"You pay for your crimes against the land of Estern! You have corrupted everything along this countryside, Plague, rotting insects like you must be rid of! " Aethen yelled. I chuckled as my sword began to glow a devilish red colour.

"Shut up peasants! I'M PERFECT!" I yelled.  I jumped high in the air. Arrows rained upon me. I spun and my eyes went dark. Telekineticly all the arrows dived into different locations. I landed and slammed my sword against the king Aethan. Roylat turned and rose her hand towards me. Kirem dashed in scratched her hand with razor sharp claw gauntlets he wore. 

Kirem smiled as Roylat turned toward him. From under neath his cloak a gigantic tentacle wrapped around Roylat.

I jumped back and rose my hand as a staff appeared in my hand. I twirled around and danced with it before pointing it at the enemy. All the archers screamed as lightning appeared from the ceiling and struck them.

Many soldiers bolted toward me only to be whacked by a gigantic tentacle coming from Kirem. Royalt flew into a distant wall.

I laughed as Aethen sprang into action. His mighty sword met mine. I smiled.

"Why hello, and my god, you really smell." I chuckled. Aethen glared as he yelled.

"Kin! Now!" Aethen yelled.

From behind the nervous blonde swung a sword toward my back. My sword glowed red as I left from his blade and twirled toward Kin. It was so strong his sword was sent flying. My leg near Aethen picked up as he attempted to thrust his sword into my back. I launched my foot toward his torso. he gasped as he barreled over.

"Wow, that's embarrassing! but, long live the king and such." I remarked as i walked up to him and kneed him in the face. I chuckled loudly. Kin ran over and tried to pick up his blade.

Aethen held his nose, stopping blood from coming out of it. Kirem was destroying the army in the background. 

"You think this is some kind of joke?" Aethen asked. I nodded after leaning on my sword, planted on the ground.

"Yeah, this is subjectively pretty comedic." I remarked. He glared as he held his sword out. I telekineticly sent int flying into a near by wall and tripped him with my feet. I died laughing.

"Oh my god...your so pathetic....I can't even." I laughed. I firmly planted my foot on his back side and posed.

"Ah, beneath my feet, as you should be, you really are a peasant, right?" Aethen glared at me.

"Do you take anything serious!?" Aethen yelled. I nodded no.

"Why? I'm above your emotions, and seriousness, I will rule this land and prove I'm superior. I am not anyone's tool like you. And nothing will make me stop laughing at you or everything." I told him. Suddenly my face was met by the harshness of a boot. I fell back and looked to a hooded figure holding a scythe. My eyes went wide before I glared

"Morte." I announced. He looked up from his hood with gleaming and glaring red pupiled eyes.

"Thimble." He announced back.