I stand in the once populated square, now it's well past midnight and it was clear of any people. There's a curfew set upon the people of the land. The nobles don't have to follow the curfew. The nobles don't have to follow any law of the land they live in.

Right now the nobles sat in the castle, getting fat off a banquet. I don't understand how any one country could be so cruel, letting your people starve as you eat your fill. I savor the peacefulness before the battle... before blood paints the town.

I look up at the stars, wondering how the sky could be so beautiful. The endless night adorned by stars.

My soldiers wait, some on rooftops... some in the shadows... each one waiting for me to give my signal. Demarais walks up behind me,

      "I'm ready, the building next to us is empty," she glances over to the merchant hall that sits to the right of us. "Shall I start your Majesty?" She asks

      "Yes," my voice comes out low and deep, filled with sadness about what was yet to come.

With my one word, she gathers mana into her hand, creates a spark, igniting the mana into fire, isolating oxygen making the flame pale blue, a fire that will not be put out easily.

It will bye time for my soldiers and redirect the enemy soldiers, leaving the capital open for attack. Demarais clasps her right hand holding the fire together against pure magic called mana gathered in her other hand sending the fire shooting forward. The fire hits the empty building beside us, engulfing it in flames.

At once the fire can be seen from all around, drawing guards to this square. The square farthest from the castle. With the flames seen by all my knights, they leap into action. With one blow of a knife, sword, magic, or a combination of magic and something else. The soldiers fell like flies all around the capital. I moved on to a roof with my superior strength and speed.

    As I watch the fire burn, my soldiers move through the night like shadows. After about an hour the fight was slowly getting worse, more and more soldiers wake to the screaming.

Civilians go outside trying to find what the screaming is. Seeing the crossfire, some flee for the forest outside, others get caught in the crossfire. Before this started, I gave my soldier orders to avoid killing civilians and innocents. Anyone who surrendered and was contained by magic could live.

The screams echoing throughout the city just keep getting louder. Slowly, I start moving towards the castle. Watching my soldiers, I sense that all my soldiers are alive as I move across the rooftops.

      I get to the rooftop nearest to the castle. I notice that even though security should have been a lot tighter, the Palace isn't secure enough to keep me out. I will easily fight my way into the throne room.

I only sense about one hundred soldiers. Just like the plan, the Palace has not been informed of our arrival. I summon dual blades from my pocket detention. Twirling them in my hands, I then set my sight on the throne room where the king and the rest of the nobles should be locked away.

I had put a spell on the throne room earlier that would keep them from knowing about the commotion outside. It's similar to the ones that I put on the clearing where my soldiers and I waited.

They have no idea I was coming because even if security was tightened or alert of our arrival, there are not enough soldiers in this whole world to stop me.

      I jump off the building using the water in the atmosphere to form a slide, then I freeze it and skate down it. Once down, I launch into what would be considered a human sprint, right for the doors of the castle.

I survey the soldiers ahead of me, no more than forty, though there would be hundreds in the castle. Not all of them will reach me before I make it to the throne room. I use my magic and focus it on my speed.

I blur by the soldiers using my dual swords to remove their heads from their bodies as I move. The symphony that is battle burned into my soul. I hear my heart beating like a drum, step, swing, thump, step, swing, thump, again and again. Moving through the castle taking down anyone in my way.

I leave any unarmed people, better to leave them. I didn't want to kill the people. I just wanted them to become part of my Empire and have more opportunities for life. I could see the scars on the women, the men untouched.

    Now here I stand in front of the doors that were the only thing in between me and corrupt nobles. It took me less than 15 minutes to make my way here. I'm covered in blood, but I haven't even broken a sweat.

The only reason I even slowed down was to savor some of the kills. The bloodlust I felt from some people gave me shivers... the things I saw as their lives flashed before my eyes. One problem being Alterian royalty, it gives us one specific characteristic, immortality, or rather that is what our species is. I'm only a half-blood my mother is the last pure-blooded immortal, my father was human.

One of the many abilities passed on to me is a skill called prophecy. The only problem, that when I kill someone I see their most important memories. Some are good, others bad, this is the only problem I have with killing.

I saw the atrocities some committed, and yet others simply chose the wrong loyalty or were born in the wrong place.

    I health my blades, twin swords across my back. Each hilt you could see over my shoulder. Hilts black as night, made out of obsidian.

The fun thing about magic is all I have to do is think and my magic responds, sometimes my magic responds without me thinking. I don't clean the blood off of me, I want to scare the nobles within these large doors.

I want them to admit their own faults. I have already made a list of any nobles worth keeping, it isn't very long and they are not at this party. I break the spell around the room. I unleash my magic, my presence, the magic orbs lighting the hallway flicker. I can only imagine what it is like in the banquet hall with the sudden surge of my power.

I take a deep breath, then I put on the face that I let my enemies see, a cool mask that only showed cruel emotions. Bracing for the shit that's about to go down, I throw open the doors.