《All Hail The King》


 The Silent Hour

    The surroundings are quiet...


    Everything is quiet; in fact, as the road only showcased their structurized bricks, with houses becoming lifeless buildings that are supposed to be lived.


    There is no such things like sound that can be heard from a human ear...


    And all of the people are eerily silent; not even a single activity can be seen on them.


    No footsteps, no talking''s, none.


    Except, if looking at above, the great sky had turned into what looked like a shaded dark sea, and clouds were beginning to form into a cumulonimbus one. Crows began to shriek, echoing the ever gloomy place. It was at that time that those signs were the clear warnings of what would happen to a village named Hameur to be the quietest creatures on earth to exist.


    As the period they are experiencing...is ''The Silent Hour.''...


    One hour to an another, at this moment, all people residing in each villages need to be careful so that they will not become a sacrificial lamb. Because by the law of the government, every village must give 3 people for the offer of the ritual. Each of them when attending to the ritual will be guaranteed to be a dead corpse...


    And because none wanted to become lifeless bodies by the ritual, The Authorities took a step by making those three people attending that ritual by using force.


    And for those people, came the group that are tasked to find the 3 people in doing so. They are known as ''The Cultists'', a religious group by the government that hunts to the very end for these 3 people.


    And to know of them, there are sounds of the dread carriage coming from horses hooves. It''s steps can be heard beating along the journey towards the main road and bells could be heard ringing as they came towards the entrance of the village. And when they do arrived at Hameur, not even a second waste should they do except chasing; chasing to find their targets for the individual ritual.


    Their steps are quick and deadly; even if the villagers could make the slightest mistake that makes them vulnerable a bit, their lives would be a hell for sure.


    Which in mind, people are too scared when watching the horrors of them, wandering into each places they could go. It''s not a friendly visiting, it''s an ambush yet a swarm. In which the villagers need to not illuminate their existence to not became a poor soul.


    That is the same to a man named Vergil. As he is an only a father throughout this old wooden house of his led him to try his best not getting swarmed by uninvited guests, but each day have passed lengthing now into two weeks have plummeted his sanity into the beneath. Which in this case now his mind is a mess like a haywire that will tie itself continuouly. And it will continue until there is a solution that could straightened it up,and one of the being examples is Death.


    But he doesn''t want to die, nobody will. He strived for a living and dying is such a painful thing to experience. Especially by the cult practice. After all he got his responsibilities to worry rather than just have his life go passing.


    And in that time suddenly Vergil had feel a thing a that made him flinched when he got woken up by words from an another person...


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    It''s voice projected soft and subtle, he couldn''t hear clear what is the subject mumbling, until goosebumps had arrived to him milliseconds after he tried to fix his ears, as the creatures attention isn''t a heartwarming kind of one...


    "..your tim-e...has come...And from now on..."


    "...your soul is mine."


    Uncontimplated did he turn to scan the surroundings, he only saw his son around him, in which the child is surprised for what Vergil did when he acted way more different than he was supposed to be.


    "What was it father? Did I scared you?" He asked In a tone of a worry, even though he was supposed to say something. And by the looks of his face, it''s not possible for a boy to do that kind of sin whispering.


    His father knows that a bit, but after remembering the time he is in he knows that there shouldn''t be exist this kind of scene.


    "You shouldn''t be here, you should hide in your spot again as the monster will lurk during this period, and he only eats young children like you. Aren''t you scared of them?" he had told his son the reason to hide because of a fairy-tale. And in age 9 years it is a normal period for them to believe those tales, as the world gave many possibilities they can offer.


    "I do scared of them father. But the dust of that hiding really makes me become sneezy...Ha..Ha-chuu!"


    But still got pushed out by his father to the hideout at the crammed space beneath a staircase, he was forced to be hidden again.


    But as soon as Vergil had done what it takes to protect his child, suddenly came a massive force that had been blown. Thunk! Crunch! Then Splinter! The main entrance of the door had been teared up! Opened by an axe of one of the cultist. They arrived.


    And with those split seconds of reaction, then came the many footsteps that are coming to the living room, drawing closer and closer as the cultists ran to find their target, in which Vergil didn''t realized too that he is also running, running from those cultists as he got chased by them from the living room.


    No moments are ever remembered by his mind except his escape. He needs to escape.


    And as soon he sees a window when he entered the master''s bedroom, he tried to phased into it through by that entrance. He smashed the window using his own body, a he took a mid-air to fall on the ground, hoping to have a landing so that his escape is an ease.


    But in that moment, his neck is halted by an unimaginable force! It pushed his head touching the hard woods of his bedroom and makes Vergil coughing right after the moment he was pushed, scraped by the pieces of glasses by the window which make him cry immediately, an agony for him as he tried to see what''s the source that made him turned into like this, in which in those seconds of recognition, his sane fades as he witnessed the unimaginable scene, a figure who would definitely wouldn''t have a mercy to him.


    Because...Right there, outside of the window, came the red-haired man with eyes demanding death to the people. His robe majestic theming white, yellow and black. And his face always had been what the folks have said before, ''a face expressing cruel disgustion''.


    Immediately Vergil tried to plea, he bowed down to his lowest for mercy as the followers of the king had already encircled him, the only way to be lived despite the odds


    "Your majesty! A-a-as the servant of your kingdom should I pleaded your mercy as am I a still caretaker of my only child! Please let me live to make him continue to glory your expanding bloodline!" Stuttered the man in his weak feet, it felt unstable this makes him fall unconsciously.


    But such conditions were never met with sympathy by the red-haired man''s life. But as the cultists try to surround Vergil; The King had put up a sign that makes all of them stood again before heeding his command.


    And the reason is because he wanted to give a word to him. In which to Vergil, maybe it''s a mercy that had happened upon him based on the chances that were supposed to be an almost zero.


    "We know your child is important for our civilization, and we are happy to hospitalize them for you when they don''t have their guardians. Though as for you, I had wished upon my two feets upon you that you will arise to the heavens, because what you will be in is what they call as a ''necessary ritual'' for you, a ritual that strengthens the values of belief''s so that this country will lead into prosperity. And in the end, I have hoped you have not deemed yourselves heeding for ''it''. But rather towards the other grand of it. Pawns....continue."


    Eyes wide in shock, he immediately tries to escape for this scene, only to got hold out by the people around him which make him continued to squeal for another chance of mercy. All of the cultists meanwhile are preparing to create a sigil around him, each giving different meanings that are cryptic and enigmatic. But Vergil have to ignore it for a second, He needs to rebail!


    "But my king! I don''t want to be a part of what looked like a pittiest death to me! Just give me a chance to live! Let me live! I don''t want to die!! I don''t want to di-AAERGH-EARGHHHERHH!!! AAARGHH-EAARGHHH!!!"


    But it is a success, black flames began to engulfing him as he screams, devouring the poor body as his flesh melts turned black liquid that stench the room.


    All of the cultists in there are unfazed, but it isn''t the same to Frenire, he felt it disgusted.


    The combination of the body horror and his scream still piercing the sky is unacceptable.


    But no one can save him, no one can save Vergil.


    Which his scream then turned into an everlasting echo, heard around all of the corners of the village, before it''s sound faded into the darkness...


    But in those darkness, came words that appeared out of the void. At the words seen really subtle, you cannot see for sure what it is if you don''t take a closer look. But then those words began to show themselves clearer, and if been read, those words are followed...


    All Hail The King,


    The One Who Started Tyranny...

 Holy Scripture: Below Should It Go

    Mankind, are sent to the world because of their sins that had vined into them.


    Indeed, they are the ones who chose a sin when we say not to, and we gave them paradise as a test they have been, and concluded them to get a punishment as it meant.


    God had promised you (dear people), if what you bring upon to us are good deeds, only good is what we counted and therefore should you ascend to the heavens again as a reward for your actions.


    But if coal is what you bring and what you are, hell is the place of where you are.As the fiery pits continued to enlarged by your coals, it is what you should be in by the hands of God.


    That is what we have promised to Yahkuva. As the first family to be descended from above do they obey our words, when they got below did they never missed a second remembering us.


    But as time had produced generations from them does the mind of the newer people tend to forget these promises, the fault was not the time and might not be theirs but rather the demons.


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    Purposefully deceiving with every darkness coated with kindness.


    As drops of water do they first got compared of, turned into a sea that will submerged every living within the domain.


    Which is why your imperfections led us to gave you an another chance to not get drowned in that sea.


    In the amidst of your actions being contaminated by the whispers of your desires and also your enemies which are the filthy demons, came a figure selected by God to remind you of every action should you do or not.


    The Reminder is what you should call them, and they are the ones who will be guiding you, clearing out of the haze within them.


    As you should obey them for they become God''s loyal leading, they are the ones who gives you uncountable amounts of love and mercy.


    O Dear Mankind! Whatever sins that has chained around you, remember that God had gave many chances around you. As the god is full of mercy, and he is the only perfect being.


    Remember It Mankind! When time comes there will be a period when The Reminders Cycle had vanished, and at that time came an era of peace, with many people started to believe into our sentences.


    Then came the cruelest times to be lived, as the demons began to control and a leader had started to rise.He led was nothing but only the freedom from the heavens, not the entrance of it. As his calamity will reached the levels of what will the demons will want it to be went.


    It is at that time you should prepare for yourselves, as this devastating man will try to crumble every single piece of identity towards God himself.


    Should you not worry a lot about it, as there will be a tide that can be turned around if you are still loyal to Our Hint


    It is understandable for you to get weaker in the time you live within, That''s why God have promised you that there will be a way for you to redeemed it.


    Truly, God Is The Fairest Yet Almighty Towards Any Other Being.

 Bloom Before Rotten

    Before The Tyranny, Came The Reign Of Sovereignty.


    It is a time that truly happened, especially to a kingdom named The Eastfields. Glory by The Aihanser Castle does the influence of the King made life in there prosper. And as the doors of the castle opened, crowds of people began to cheering loudly upon their sight witnessing the appearance of their king, Ruthben II.


    Smiled and waved is what the action the king had done, and as the carriage got accompanied by all of the fine knight''s just below, it is a celebration that The Eastfields must love as Ruthben had done a millennial advancement to their country.


    Today, a republic has agreed to join forces with The Eastfields to combined under a singular entity. Once a part of their land who was separated from them turned into what it was back before then.


    Of course, the scholars of The Latvindorh Republic were at their happiest selves as well, and it wasn''t that long that they hink that these sort of actions benefits for the well being in the future.


    All along in those feelings and emotions, Frenire didn''t have that sort of relations. Still cold-blooded in his surface heat, he remained emotionless to the very own meet.


    But that feature didn''t need to be attentioned for long. So as the focus shifted away to the entrance of The Tower Of Proclamation, it was deemed a certain today that there will be a conclusion for the actions they have made.


    There, as minutes it took for the people to await their presence on it, the king finally emerged to the highest point of it, standing greatly whilst opening a scroll to give an announcement to the people of The Eastfields. All people went silent to respect him, and after the atmosphere had been felt perfect and clear, so does The King''s voice they began to hear.


    "I am thankful to all of you that brought some ears to listen my speech. Hereby should I speak, as the humans we are got send into this world because of our sins, we should''ve been grateful to god for giving us a chance to not repeat." Projecting with a poetic tone, he tried to convey feelings into the words he made.


    "Today, much has changed after the passing of our beloved Reminder, Zilkli¨¨r, as his guidance led us to believe which path is the best for you and me and he led us what actions should we took to be closer to God and him. Now, as centuries it took to be in here since the last existence of them should we be kind to say that The Latvindorh Republic are happy to open their arms towards us to be a unified kingdom. This had meant that the land we have been before is back to it''s roots again, back when Rothschild used to rule this place. Witnesses, spoke truth to this scene, as The King Of The Eastfields has speak, from now on...The Reunification Of Eastfields And Latvindorh Has Been Conclude..!"


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    Gratifiyingly did the speech had end, and thus the screams of joy have been widespread around the corner as soon as Ruthben had turn it over, marking a new period of this everlasting country.


    But in those commotions, stood figures in black hoods at sight''s that are impossible to behold, spectating the cheers of them when many of them still stood silence.


    Until a hidden man broke their study with a question.


    "The alliance is a confidential, The Eastfields will definitely rose their power and might become an empire. So what action should we do? ", with their miniature spyglass seen, he odds the curiousity on what Their Leader will do...


    None of them are quick enough to answer. But one person, with a stitched skin on his fingers had told into him, "Father will probably tell us to be patient about it. And I think all of you need to use your followers body a bit to be alive from non-existent by our senses...But if anything happens, It''s all according to our plan."


    Stared by all the other anonymous figures, the man in question didn''t cared if he had intended to insult them or not. On his focus was only between Ruthben and Frenire, in which he smiled on how will they be in the next outcome, and in those smile he then whispered to himself, turning into a maniacal grin that he was known for.


    "Everything, everything goes to my plan..."


    ***


    Spread the fireworks into a distant space, night it took for them to spread off. As people''s body dancing along their feet, so does their joy are they glad to meet.


    In this day, night will be filled with happy intents, dancing does the people want to do as they extent. Jugs and mugs battered used for drinkings, men and women escapes their thinking''s.


    Travelers and other upon, threw themselves in balcony as they witness the scene.


    Glimmered with particles do they see, now The King himself took his eyes to have a seat. Such a wonderful view to see the colours disperse through the medium they always look. Mirroring the movements of the event, his eyes is fascinated by the show as he glanced. Things like these deserves an appreciation towards the one who had created himself. Which he remembered something at that place.


    There, he took both of his hands to do a pray, all he got to do is to repeat all the sins he made. And hoped that The One Above redeemed this mortals pray as he tried to speak.


    Tears might be upon onto his eyes, as they shined through his pupils. He said, "May my kingdom prosperity''s will be the only one to redempt my sins, The Holy One. I am indeed in a mistake that I was supposed to knew. None had knew how I was scared of you for being in the Pits of The Deaf. Forgive me God."


    It would''ve been a moment of silence would we see, but did then somebody had took a sight to view the king from afar.


    The king wouldn''t notice of his presence of course, but the man who spied him would be otherwise. All and all, we only see his back covered by an enormous sword as his front were never a view that can be think off. But from the side of his head did he sprung an action to reply The King''s words from afar even though The King wouldn''t hear him, monologuing, that is the term.


    But none can hear him, crowds of people heard multiplied more intense than him. So thus his lips murmured something that none can be understood of if they never heard his speaking.


    But then did he suddenly got called by a hooded man, who pick his shoulders to make him conscious, the yellow haired sword wielder reluctantly paced himself to walk alongside the hooded one to leave the place. All you can hear was just footsteps as they were leaving. And none knows their identity let alone purpose on this vast world, undiscovered with hidden threats that history cannot cover.


    All people in here do know? Is that they are trying to escape reality for now, in this night. A night full of bottles of joy, no threats and ahoy...