XEON REALM| UNDEAD CASTLE |??:??|
N/A POV
“My, my, my look what the cat dragged in,” a hollow voice echoed in the blood stain halls. “You shall die today!” An airy voice replied not caring for the bodies that surrounded her. “Die? I’m the Lord of the Undead! I am already dead sweetheart,” his voice boomed as his blood rage eyes burned in the darkness. “Well, we both know the undead and can die and your time is up!” She strode closer, her sky-blue dress flowed behind her; ripped, torn and drench in blood and magic. “You may kill me, but you won’t be able to escape back to your Kingdom Queen Opal,” His voice was rough and was filled with venom that leaked into every word.
“I am Queen Opal the II you think you; a mere failure of a King can kill me!”
“I may not be able to but the undead is hungry…” He sank further in the sword throne with skulls of all different monsters circling it. His existence shall come to end but his subjects will rip the Queen limb from limb. The other lord will not stay silent, and the queen's eldest daughter will probably meet the same fate as her mother. “You really are the Queen of greed,” his laugh was hollow and rough.
Queen Opal strode up to the elderly King and pulled out her spear. “And you,” she stares at the man before her, “is no King.”
Crimson slipped onto the throne as the cold body fell from the throne, smudging the blood onto the floor. Silence fell upon the throne room with the Queen eyeing the undead dead body. Soon the world-shattering roar split the silence in half.
“Who goes there!”
“Oh, the poor old greedy queen… dare mock us, dare to step in the castle, AND DARE TO KILL OUR KING!” Her face pale as a large beast of darkness crawled into the room, its voice dark and filled with malice. “You are even more foolish than your Great Grandfather and his title was the foolish king.” Darkness spread like the plague covering the whole of the room.
A blood curdling scream rang all over the palace… Screams plague the young boy's mind. ‘Run just run’ rang through his brain as twist through the maze-like castle. His white boots now were stained with crimson and ash. ‘Opal has done it now!’ His mind went through many different scenarios that led to the blood massacre that surrounded him. ‘Why didn’t we go to the festival? All the strongest went! Father, why did you make us stay? They won’t make it on time!’ His side burned with pain as blood trekked down his body.
Sprinting down the endless halls, his mind was scattered in hundreds of pieces. Nervously, he bites down on his thumb until crimson leaks from his finger down his palm. ‘Think, think, think… Where do I go?’ Entering one of the older libraries, he marches to the back where the candles haven’t been lit in many years. Dusty ancient books lined the spruce bookshelves all contain centuries of knowledge. Before long, he stood before the wooden door. “Please I don’t wanna die,” his voice trembling as his blood-stained hands kept slipping as he grips the door’s handle. “I am the heir to the throne! Son of King Dexon and the descent Great King Version,” his voice trembled as he struggled to get the door open. He knew it was useless but the thought of him escaping clouding his mind. The power of the royal blood long has died out leaving one of the strongest royal Xeon to one of the weakest. “Please… please…” Blood poured from his wounds covering the marble floor.
His hands still held tightly on the handle he pulled the handle open. Creaking open slowly, like a sloth, purple vortex stood before him. A smile crept on his face as he crawled into.
Falling through he felt himself hit glass and fell further. His eyes reflected the portal as he felt the ground beneath him. ‘I did it… but… what now?’ agonizing pain spiked all around his body. No way he could heal himself in time. ‘I’m the only heir to the throne … I must live on’ he tried to stay awake but fell into darkness. A distorted voice echoed in his mind as he saw cold silver shining eyes. ‘Sorry young one… but I must not let my bloodline end here… 1 HOUR AGO EARTH|BRISBANE |01:00| Water flooded the drains as the late-night lamp illuminated the barren streets. Rain poured down with flashes of light followed by loud rumbles of the storm. A brick factory stood on the edge of the city with the light still leaking out.
Echoing throughout the building, the ringing of the phone grew annoying. “Please pick up, please,” the phone soon went into voicemail, receiving a groan for the girl. “Why won’t you pick up sis,” she looked through the glass as the room lit up due to the never-ending storm. The lone girl no older than 10 was left alone in her family’s factory. Her sister was meant to pick her up 5 hours ago. “Seriously, you promised to pick me up and now you're probably out drunk,” her eyes stared at the notification of missed calls. Her sister had a party that was supposed to only last a few hours.
Her parents had left her here to look at the lab while then went on their business trip. She would call her brother, but he was out of town. So, she was all alone waiting out the storm so she could walk home. But how the storm was going she would be waiting all night. Hopping onto one of the computers, she looks at unnamed files and clicks through them. ‘If they are going to leave me unattended might as well pep at their work.’
Her family was renowned for their technology against the Xeon creatures. Furthermore, for training the best Hunters. She also thought it was inhumane to use the body parts of Xeon to make weapons and tools. But the worst thing was that they used their blood to give human abilities. Soon though their blood becomes addictive either killing the user or making them go insane. It was a horrible sight to see as a young girl, but she got used to the horrible experiments her parents do.
She was somewhat glad she was born in Australia where Xeon creatures were a rare sight to see. Unlike America or Europe where Xeon creatures were everywhere. But I guess North America’s Xeons were dragons so maybe somewhat unlucky. Australia’s Xeon creatures were the undead, probably the strongest, but many never crossed onto earth.
Stumbling on a file named the lords she clicks on it. She knew more than the average person about the history of the Xeon as her family worked in the business for generations. But new ancient texts were also getting discovered or translated. There were seven lords ruling their seven counties: The lord of the Sky, The Lord of the Land, The Lord of the Sea, The Lord of Beasts, Lord of Insects, The Lord of the Undead and The Lord of Monsters. She may not like parents’ experiments, but the history and science of Xeon always interested her. She would be a scientist to learn more but she didn’t want anything to do with her family. Though her family mostly doesn’t want anything to do with her either. She wasn’t academically smart like her brother, but she wasn’t strong like her sister. Her parents tried to use Xeon blood in her but found out soon enough that her body couldn’t handle it. She was a ‘disgrace’ in her parents’ eyes.
Humming a tune, she looks through different flies.
She was interrupted by the sound of glass shattering. Darting her eyes around to find the source of the noise, her eyes landing upon a bloody figure. Her legs moved before her mind and crouched before the male. His skin was pale as snow with his veins vibrant purple glowing in the lab. White hair was matted and covered in soot and blood. “Can you hear me!” she screams as she pressed for a heartbeat. Feeling nothing, she panicked. But when his eyes couldn't stop the gasp, she made it.
Toxic green eyes stared right into her silver ones. “Mister,” her voice trembles as she continues to stare into her eyes. She heard him mumbling random things, but he was too quiet for her to understand.
“Sir?”
In a flash hand grab at her throat. She let out a panic scream.
She clawed at the hands holding her not minding when blood oozed onto her hands. He digs his claws into her throat making blood pour out everywhere. Black dots spotted her vision as the green eyes glanced at her one more time.
Her scream died off as she slumped against the cold concrete floor.
“Sorry young … o-one,” his voice broke as his hands glowed a neon green and surrounded her.
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