《Empirical Fantasy book 1》 Chapter 1 "He was a puissant leader, brutal in the way he dictates, but ruthless in the way he commands!" said the historian, with his usual deep beach dweller voice. "Please sir, tell me more." replied the kid. very intrigued and infatuated with the passion portrayed by the historian. "He was still soft on the inside at the top of his power. Awaiting the salvation of his actions. The lost salvation that never bore any fruit. His eye, gouged out by his guilt. His other eye. Was lost in a cloudy visionary mess" "Who was this person?" asked the kid. "You''ll find out." replied the historian. The child felt this as a threat but he let it slide, ''water under a bridge'' he thought. "Carry on," the historian told himself. "Salvation from God wouldn''t come and he knew it. But he couldn''t help but pretend and lie to himself that it would come." The historian feels like he is with the Emperor in the story. It feels all too real for him. He could feel butterflies in his stomach, his heart beating fast. He feels more in love with this piece of history than he does with any of his wives. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°When he was young he told himself ''I''m no leader, vision is scary'' " "But he became a leader because he wanted to dream big." "He wanted the fame, but not the consequences of what it would get him. He was insatiable in his gluttony for attention." "Could start a revolution with one provocative thought. Not once did he care about money or power. History will remember him as the one who won. Because he got what he wanted. He''ll always be remembered as a powerful Emperor." "What do you think of that, little one?" said The historian. "sir, I would like to hear more of your passion, if you would be so kind as to tell me the rest of his story?" the child asked gently but still angered by what was said earlier to him. His face a bit sour. "Sure, little one, you know, it''s nice to have somebody interested in me speaking, especially a little child like you." The historian said with a smile. The child had a very obvious look of anger in his eyes when the historian reduced him to nothing but a child. He wouldn''t let this one slide. He would hold a grudge for as long as he possibly can. His face turned more sour and visibly trying to hold in his strong feelings of this matter "I''m no child, mentally." the child said. The historian just laughs it off, bends down one knee and rubs his dark hair. "Don''t be so petulant, and let me tell you the rest." Chapter 2 ¡°An open mind is better than a closed mind," lied the Emperor. disagreeing with these views he seeks to please his people. "But an open mind is not the same as being gullible." The Emperor positions himself in a more authoritative position on his darkly coloured throne. The citizen he calls in everyday to spread his false wisdom smiled broadly and kneeled down to bow to him. ''This peasant is pleased with me, '' thought the Emperor. ''I am so good at being wise'' "My Lord and my God-" "Do not call me that." the Emperor said calmly. "How can anybody mortal be God?" he answered rhetorically. paining on the inside as he is saying this because he believes himself to be a human God in his own right. He struggled to not show how he truly felt but couldn''t help but notice that some of it slipped out into his tone of voice. "I''m sorry, your lordship." the citizen pleaded with a breakthrough of tears held back. The citizen was a bit scared of the future of his life. Could this be the end of his life? he thought. desperate to change the subject he formed words with his mouth- "I forgive you" the Emperor said with empathy. The words then formed; "My Sire, do you remember my name?" The Emperor felt irritated on the inside by this question, but he kept his composure. ''This peasant asks something I don''t know. surely this will make me look like a fool!'' The Emperor stays silent, as he doesn''t know how to answer. He is at a loss for words. The citizen, knowing that if he presses the subject his life will be endanger still presses on because he is desperate to know. "S-Sire...do you know my name? Do you remember it? I come here everyday." he said. you could hear the sweat running down. The Emperor is getting progressively more angry. The citizen repeats, making him lose even more patience. ''If there is one thing I don''t like, it is when people repeat stuff I have clearly heard,'' thought the Emperor. ''If he continues this, I''ll have to kill him, but I don''t want to kill, killing is wrong. I swore myself that I''d be a good leader, not a bad one. I won''t kill. only punish.'' The citizen repeats again. ''please don''t, it''s for your own good.'' The Emperor thought. "Ok, that''s enough!" The Emperor stands up from his throne and points at the massive gate behind the citizen. "Leave! if you continue I''ll have no choice but to punish you." The Emperor paused at a thought. "...And your family too, for humiliating me!" The citizen looked up at the Emperor in shock. Now realising that there are tears running down his face. His heart beating out of his chest. He just stares at the Emperor. "Leave!" the Emperor repeated. the citizen gets from his knees and runs away as fast as he can. ''I look pathetic'' he thought to himself as he ran away. Now apparently self-conscious. As the swallow falls, a sorrowful lament is burst out from a dark haired cleaner of the Emperor''s palace."oh citizen, oh citizen. Don''t they know your name? Oh Gilbert, you worship your Lord and God in vain." * * * As Gilbert ran out the gates he felt the immediate release of the pressure. It was like a balloon that was constantly being filled with water until it burst. that was in his chest. He was now outside and had stopped as soon as the gates closed behind him. He paused to think to himself of what he should do now. He felt safe now. All because the gates are now closed, he is out of harm''s way. ¡®My pals are around the corner.¡¯ he thought to himself. He caught his breath and started to walk around the corner. ¡°Hey buddy, how waz¡¯it?¡± Asked one of Gilbert''s 3 friends. Gilbert was already diffused by the situation. Gilbert then proceeded to explain the situation that happened. But as he was explaining it he couldn''t help but feel a rising aura in his gut. It feels as though he doesn''t want to worship the Emperor anymore, and not because of anything he did. In fact, Gilbert still looked up to what the Emperor is as a figure. He doesn''t care about him as a person. To him it is just a glorious idol with a personality that he could worship. But he needed to worship something more extreme. He felt doubt in his feelings of worshipping the Emperor. ¡°Vicko over here wants to make a plan to assassinate the Emperor.¡± Said one of the friends. Gilbert stepped back at the words he just heard. ¡®I shouldn''t be involved, but it''s my friend, I don''t want either of them dead, I need to prevent him.¡¯If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. ¡°I haven''t got a plan yet,¡± Vicko said like a snotty brat. Gilbert took a step forward trying to force the balloon he felt inside himself to pop despite having little water. He gathered more bravery, put his hands on Vicko¡¯s shoulders and stared at him directly into his one good eye and said. ¡°My pal, I love you, but haven''t you heard the saying ¡®if you''re going to aim at the Emperor, don''t miss?¡¯ ¡° It pinched a nerve, Vicko started whining as he usually does when something opposes him in anyway, even if it''s something truthful. "Oh no, there he goes again." Said one of their friends sarcastically. He felt humour in what he said to himself. But he was the only one who found it funny and he knew it, as usual. He did this on purpose. ''It hurts him,'' thought Gilbert. ''I don''t want to hurt him, but I need to dissuade him.'' As Gilbert continues to try to dissuade him, the rest of the group is silent, standing to one side watching it unfold. They do not want to get involved. The sarcastic friend knows that if he gets involved with either of them, his life will be at stake when the outcome arrives. The other friend doesn''t want to get involved because he is scared of Vicko and his possible reaction to him if he tries to dissuade him. He was always so timid when it came to human relations. * * * You could feel the Emperor''s eyes roll to the back of his head when the dark haired cleaner burst out her lament. It sounded like a grey, depressed dove. The Emperor was about to get up to walk away. He didn''t understand her lament but he felt that it was a form of rebellion and that irritated him. As he was about to get up, a new citizen came in. It was one of his sex slaves. The Emperor made it a habit that people who ruled under his empire could follow a pattern; one would come to worship him then the next person to follow up would be a person with a request. This kept him from confusion, thus in his mind preventing himself from looking like a fool. The sex slave goes down onto her knees in a bowing, worship type manner. "Your lordship." She said in a humbling manner. (She always striked people as the type of person to humble herself whenever she had the chance.) The sex slave humbling herself always felt like a put on to her real personality. It felt like she wasn''t really humble, it always had a tint of falseness to it. It is not obvious but she is obsessed with trying to be a humble person. The Emperor felt uncomfortable when she acted like this. ¡°Yes?¡± Replied the Emperor. There was a sense of unease behind his eyes, but it never reflected in his voice. Nobody noticed what his eyes said about him. He is all too used to hiding what he truly felt. "Your lordship, I am not worthy to be in the presence of you on your glorious throne. I am just a lowly object, piece of pleasure. But I ask that you forgive my transgressions, and knowing that you are a religious man, I ask you to forgive me for ever sinning against you." The Emperor felt a knife of anger go through his heart as she mentioned religion. ''I might not be as good as God but I am a human God!'' he thought. The Emperor still felt a bit uncomfortable with her potentially false humility, he questions it. Deciding that it might be genuine. The Emperor felt pity on her because he himself was a flawed human being. The Emperor made himself look more elegant to look more convincing for what he was about to say. "Humble me...please." he said with a genuine want. She never expected in a million years that he would want to be humbled. She just expected him to forgive her as he normally does when somebody asks for forgiveness. If the potentially false humility is true; then she is doing this despite not knowing if she did anything wrong. The Emperor decided to believe the second part: ¡®Then she is doing this despite not knowing if she did anything wrong.¡¯ There was a strong feeling within the air of the Emperor that he made a fool of himself, only he thought that. but he forced himself to pretend that it never happened and that he lied about it. "I forgive you." He said to his sex slave. The sex slave, sensing it, decided to move on and pretend that the Emperor never asked what he had asked. * * * It was evening. "I hope I didn''t upset him!" Said the sex slave. She was in the barracks where all the other sex slaves were kept at curfew - as was tradition so they wouldn''t whore around. She was afraid to say this aloud for everybody to hear in case of consequences. "Don''t worry about Joffrey." Said the dark haired cleaner. "Don''t disrespect the Emperor like that." Said the sex slave. The dark haired cleaner always felt the Emperor as a nuisance. She was glad that she has a job as a cleaner because other jobs must mean she must put more effort but she also didn''t like having the job because of the Emperor and because there is so much floor to clean. She is a jaded individual and - as far as the sex slave knows - has been jaded since before she started working here. * * * The majority of the gang had decided that they shouldn''t talk about it now, the majority included Vicko. He just wanted to delay talking about it. He still had the want to make a plan like that. One of the new reasons he wants to continue was because he wanted to spite Gilbert; this made him more determined, yes indeed. Though, to Vicko, they were still the best of friends. Who knows how long Vicko will be butthurt about Gilberts warning. The friends were at the market. Looking for stuff to buy before the sun sets. "I made something up, it''s called ugly love, it''s when two people who both are horrible, disgusting and irredeemable as people get together as BF and GF." Said the sarcastic friend. He means it seriously but is saying it as a joke too, taking a bit of pride in it too. He just randomly came up with that. Often he would say stuff like this knowing the gang would not say anything or even react to it. He seemed to enjoy the irony of it. At least, to him it was ironic. To him, what he just said had no real meaning to the friend group. It was just a random observation. Chapter 3 As she sat on her lightly coloured throne - a throne that resembled a Japanese traditional fan - she; the Daugter Empress saw her subjects approaching her. ''They are probably here to ask something of me.'' she thought with intuitiveness. The Daughter Empress was known as a ruler of a neighbouring country of Joffrey''s domain. This land was much smaller, and she seldom had the want to lead these people. She never did lead them, in truth it was her Fatherthat pulled the strings and told her what to say. He put a monitor inside of her ear, out of the people''s view and would tell her exactly what to say. She was a diversity hire. The Fatherwas the previous Emperor and felt his reign falling so he decided to make her the Emperor before His reign fully collapsed, and it worked. Nobody knows it is him who works through her like a finger puppet. She was your average 17 year old in terms of intelligence, she even looked average, neither overly beautiful and definately not ugly. Most times when the subjects or citizens would ask something of her deep down she wouldn''t know what to say but sometimes in her mind she would guess what the solution would be, her solution. And when her Father spoke through the monitor, what she thought was right ended up being wrong. Even though she had a ''solution'' she had a bit of doubt at all times because of her age and being in this political position at this age. She would never say her answer, in fear that it was wrong. "M''lord and M''lady" said one of her subjects, swishing his arms to the one side and bowing slightly with his right hip. He looked a bit strange to the average Joe. He was a short little creature covered in camouflage drapes. With his face having gas mask like appendages so he could breath and be heard audibly when speaking. He was mockingly fake in the way he spoke. She rolled her eyes because if his such fake, mockingly tone. As she rolled her eyes the guards around her came forward in all four directions. North, East, South and West with their spears to try to kill this subject. The subjects name didn''t have a well known name so they called him "Edwod". Edwod looked ready to accept his fate but was a bit nervous of being cut by the spears or just A spear in general. The reason why didn''t mind dying is because he is a bratty little thing that doesn''t think about the consequences of dying. In fact if given the choice he would rather die. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. "Wait stop!" Cried out the Daughter Empress as they were about to kill him. The Daughter Empress forgot that her Fatherimplemented a new rule to add fear to the people under ''her'' rule. That anybody she rolls eyes to, is to be executed on site. The guards stopped and moved back to their respective positions around the throne room. "What were you saying, Edwod?" She sounded a bit irritated. She was irritated of the scenario that just unfolded. Edwod continued; "The sex slaves trade is at an all time high and it''s needs to be stopper immediately." The Daughter Empress felt a bit disdained by Edwod''s bad English. It was the only known language he spoke but he didn''t speak it well. The Daughter Empress felt a bit aroused by the mention of sex slaves because she herself wanted to be one but couldn''t but she often fantasized about it. She always hid her feelings and tried to keep a non-sexual image. Her Fatherdid his best to prevent that. He would have been embarrassed with himself if he didn''t try to prevent it. He also thought that if she didn''t have a sexual image it would promote fear into the people under ''her'' rule and that having a sexual image would ruin the rule he wanted for her. She went and leaned back on her throne to think, and before he responded in the monitor, she remembered what he said to her once; ''To coerce power means to have authority over someone; and to have authority over someone means to have consequences for their actions!'' She remembered that he had said it sternly too. But the Fatherfelt that when he said this to her, he was wasting it. Then suddenly, faster than a bullet, he spoke through the monitor and the information was in her brain before she could take her next half breath. ¡°It seems that this rise could be linked to the rise of sex slaves under ownership of Joffrey and his domain. The best thing we could do is to contact him¡­or to meet with him.¡± She said it as harshly as her Fatherwanted it. She seemed a bit proud of It despite her feelings of such nonsense to her. Chapter 4 The dark-haired cleaner burst out a lament; ¡°Things don''t always go your way Nothing is as it seems When we were both younger we knew,¡± She was cleaning the bottom floor of the Emperor''s castle, she was alone. Focusing more on the lament than running her yellow cloth on the floor. She was looking up while doing the lament. ¡°Oh how the tree of penance grows on the fiery wind of your ever so built...up...rage. How disgusted you were with yourself. I never saw it.¡± There was a long pause. ¡°Yet.¡± another long pause. ¡°Don''t you know that it was never yours but the fault of demons. Particularly your demons.¡± She ended her lament and seemed particularly happy. She gave a smile and went back to fully focus on cleaning the floor with her yellow cloth. ¡°I wish you would repent, m¡¯lord.¡± She said happily. ¡°I never knew you!¡± Said the Emperor. He seemed to have slipped in without notice so he could listen to her because she normally lets out laments when she is cleaning alone. Or so the Emperor was told through rumours. The dark haired cleaner sighed and proceeded to stop cleaning. It was obvious that she didn''t say this lament out of compassion for him. She seemed to lack the average levels of compassion and never cared about stuff but still just had enough compassion. She has been lamenting for so long that she can''t help but say it with passion when it''s a strong one. She always liked the melancholy of it. When she was growing up she had a fascination with the Old testament of the Bible. A fascination specifically with the history books of the Old Testament (i.e. Book of 1 Samuel) that by the time she was well in her teens she started lamenting of her own. She then remewbred a story she was told when she was young and wondered if it would work on the Emperor. So her mouth opened and she let it away. She just wanted the Emperor to shut up. ¡®Have you heard of the little one who looked up at the moon? The little one never did dream big, but the little one admired the coldness of the night sky. The moon just amplified this feeling. The moon would be a special sign to this one. A special sign for this one to fantasize. To fantasize something small. This could be you." Said the dark-haired cleaner. This poignant phrase provoked in the Emperor, emotions he would often hide to himself. "Isn''t attention something small?" The Emperor said with a facade like he was the one still in power. "Hmmm" replied the dark-haired cleaner, now letting go and not caring anymore. She felt that she already wasted her time trying to care for somebody. ''why did I even care,'' she thought to herself now going back to cleaning. ''its meaningless'' she felt it meaningless to care for somebody, she was indeed a jaded individual. The Emperor was genuinely afraid of her and lied to himself that he was still in power in this situation. ''She has gotten out of control, if I leave her to her own devices, she''ll be letting the whole empire know about me. I need to get rid of her.'' but the Emperor didn''t know yet what to do. He thought that a real Emperor would kill her, but he didn''t want to be a killer. So, he left and thought about it. The Emperor finally came to what he thought was a good conclusion. He would make the people think that she has been executed but she would be thrown away in a prison dungeon until the day she rots. The name of the prison dungeon is ¡®Tibet¡¯. The Emperor then thought ¡®if she dies in prison, would it be my fault?¡¯ then, realising the consequences for this he immediately lied to himself and thought: ¡®this problem doesn''t exist.¡¯ * * * The dark-haired cleaner went back to cleaning, but she started to overthink because of all the things that happened that day. So she said to herself within her thoughts within a smile: ¡®The corner of a fractured mind. My mind won''t stop overthinking. Millions of thoughts like millions of stars in the sky, trapped in a lifeless purgatory.If I were to focus on something insignificant, then I''d be free. I love how that is.¡¯ Then she originally proceeded to take a pause while cleaning and she slowed herself down and started to breathe really loudly, but slowly. And she focused on each breath until she stopped overthinking. * * * The Emperor was waiting for the arrival of the daughter empress. But to his surprise a whole entourage came in before her, led her. And, in front of the entire entourage was her father. He was a big skinny man. The broadness of his shoulders was his most striking feature. His grey beard being his second. The Emperor couldn''t help but think that he looked a bit Islamic. This angered him on the inside. He could feel the bitterness at the bottom of stomach as he tried to hide it within himself. He had a really thin beard. He had a very kind looking face. Infact, his whole demeanor looked like that of a kind, charming man. "Those who prepare to fail, are prepared to fail," Joffrey said. The Father of the Daughter Empress smiled kindly, appreciating the wisdom. He couldn''t resist adding his own phrase, one he always said to people, "Those who do not plan, are planning to fail." He said it with a smile. The Fatherof the Daughter Empress was always a kind person who cared about some people. ¡°...You know, your lordship¡­often when you don''t play the politics game, you get euthanized" He said it with a devious smile. Implying his experience as a previous emperor. Joffrey, the Emperor understood and gave a nod like he was in power, as always. The Daughter Empress then walks in near the end of the full entourage. She is making herself look tough but it looks like she is forcing it and in reality she is just a girl. ¡°I am here to talk relations.¡± She said with an authoritative poshness. Joffrey then points at the Father of the Daughter Empress and tells him and the entourage to leave as they discuss matters (He also said this to maintain a sense of authority over them) As they were leaving, Edwod started to follow but the Father of the daughter Empress told him to stay and he then went by the Empress¡¯s side. Her father spoke through the monitor. ¡°We are here to discuss the matters regarding an increase of sex slavery in our domain and are suspicious that this has to do with your buying of sex slaves from lands across ours.¡± The Emperor couldn''t believe how his eyes and ears deceive him. This was an innocent looking girl with words of an emperor coming from her mouth. Though his eyes deceived him he still felt really scared of her. He had heard earlier that day that somebody died because she simply rolled her eyes at them. This of course wasn''t true but the person survived and was not harmed in any way. ¡°We could compromise, but¡­what about the ¡°master of illusions¡±? I need somebody to help me fake an execution.¡± Her monitor went off ¡°How would you compromise?¡± ¡°I''ll simply close my borders and not let any sex slave in or out my domain.¡± Her monitor went off again. ¡°What about people of power like us?¡± ¡°It will only be closed for them.¡± Joffrey purposefully left out each part of a sentence to let people ask so he could clarify. It was one of his favourite ways of manipulating people. * * * Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. ¡°In this instance he played her like a fiddle,¡± said the historian. ¡°She clearly felt it too. Just imagine the disappointment on her face when she realised her father wasn''t the one in control.¡± ¡®I wish I was the Emperor.¡¯ the historian thought to himself. ¡°Does he eventually die?¡± Asks the child. ¡°We¡¯ll see in due time.¡± Replied the historian. The child paused for a second while playing with his bottom lip and had a sudden realisation of confusion on why he is being told this story in the first place. So he decided to ask the historian. ¡°Please my sir, but please enlighten me on why you are telling me this long story?¡± The historian''s immediate thought was because he wanted to be the Emperor, and that if he told this story then he''d be the Emperor. He also thought he''d rather be the Emperor without the consequences he faced. So, the best option was to just tell this story to people he randomly met and wants to be close to. ¡°Because I love telling stories to people I meet.¡± He lied. Then he pinched the cheek of the child and did so annoyingly. It changed the subject a little. The child got so angry that he stomped his foot to stop him and it worked. * * * The daughter Empress felt oddly scared of Joffrey, the Emperor. Her shoulders were shaking and her heart was beating fast. So fast that you could probably see it through the clothes she is wearing. But the Emperor was also afraid of her and too afraid to notice. She couldn''t see he was frightened by her presence because she was focusing on her fear. Meanwhile her father is exploring the palace with a tour guard in charge. He was looking at the paintings, smiling very happily while telling his Daughter what to say through the monitor. The tour guard never paid attention because he wasn''t that invested in these people. The Daughter Empress didn''t know how to respond but she thought the best option was to nod, but she held back in case it was the wrong move. She feared that a wrong move would cause more harm than good and she didn''t know if the Emperor was forgiving but she assumed he was but rather thought that her action was probably going to be the wrong one. Her father set off two clicks in the monitor which meant that she must nod to the Emperor. Despite her guess being right, she still felt that future guesses would be incredibly wrong. She felt that she didn''t want to be here. She nodded and looked like she was power. "Show me where the master of illusions is." Emperor Joffrey said impatiently. He had a feeling of pride that he knew that Edwod - who was right by her - was the master of illusions. He knew that if he was wrong he would be corrected and then he''d get the attention he wanted. This pride he had often was his downfall when he would jump to conclusions like these in his head. He rebuked these feelings in his head and lied to himself that he isn''t thinking this way. The Father of the Daughter Empress always had a fascination with paintings. Particularly anyone with a light brown color. A brown that is almost that of a camel. Nobody would ever expect that this happy loving father was a calculated individual. This is a man who doesn''t manipulate people but manipulates chances, odds and opportunities. He believes himself to care more about his daughter than his political job, but in reality he does care about her but not to the extent he thinks. He doesn''t think himself to be manipulative. That doesn''t even cross his mind. He thinks himself to be a normal human being. He was now falling behind the rest because he focused on one of those paintings with some of the shade of brown he liked and was muttering the whole time to himself. Or at least it looked that way, he was really telling his daughter what to say. The Tour guard noticed this and turned his body to the direction of the Father and bellowed with a little bit of empathy or compassion or even sympathy - it was hard to tell; "Old lordship! This way you must come!" The Father happily moved along to follow the rest of the entourage. The Father had just told her through the monitor that she must try to see if she can continue by herself. This made her a bit shook and a bit nervous, but she carried on to the best of her ability. The authority of her words were now gone. The Father of her just wanted her to become independent like a lot of parents do. This facade that Joffrey has been showing the whole time, has been feeding his hunger for attention. ¡°This creature right here¡­¡± she was signalling her arms towards Edwod. The Emperor leaned closer in anticipation, he was scared to interrupt her. He didn''t want to die or ruin relations with her domain. ¡°-Is the ¡®Master of Illusions¡¯,¡± She sounded like that of a girl her age. ¡°What is his name?¡± Joffrey asked. Thinking about Edwod as an equal human being. She started to trip on her words a little bit. ¡°T-this c-creature doesn''t have a name that we know of so we call him Edwod.¡± She said most of it without a pause. Joffrey never noticed. The Father of the Daughter Emperor told her that she has done enough and that he will be in control now. He had compassion on her too. He thought he was doing this because he cared more about her than what he wanted. She felt violated that so much pressure was put onto her, she preferred being a puppet even though it was boring. She didn''t understand what her father was trying to accomplish by doing that. It felt like it was just dumped onto her. Just then; Edwod was starting to say stuff she considered stupid, and in his usual bad English too. ¡°Somebody should teach you the art of staying quiet!¡± She said to Edwod. He stopped. She felt that her words would get her in trouble with the Emperor, but it never did. She was technically in charge of him. In Joffrey¡¯s eyes, she is doing her rightful job as an emperor type figure but in her eyes she is just herself infront of an Emperor. (She didn''t feel like the Daughter Empress right now.) She couldn''t help but feel a sting when the words left her mouth. A sting of potential punishment. She said it anyway. Edwod only listened to her because she was the ¡®Daughter Empress.¡¯ ¡°Why complain? ¡®Isn''t that the nature of man?¡¯¡± The Father of the Daughter quoted to her. She wanted to encourage her with a quote he half made/ half discovered. She didn''t feel encouraged as he wanted her to feel. She rolled her eyes internally. He had discovered the part ''isn''t that the nature of man'' along time ago and when somebody he knew was complaining he thought about how complaining could be a nature of man, so he added to it to the quote ¡°Ok, how about you give me this little man here, Edwod, and I close my borders?¡± Said the Emperor. the way in which he said it was different, his body language too. It was obviously attention seeking. (When he said closing borders he meant to only close it for the sex slave trade.) He still saw Edwod as a person, a human being. He wants what he wants but still values him. He used the closing of borders as a bargaining chip. The Daughter Empress knew that it would work and she was in no option to do anything besides what she was told. She wouldn''t have done anything even if she had the power. As the Father of the Daughter Emperor was being guided with the entourage. (Him being at the back.) He saw around one of the corners was Joffrey''s sex slave. The father knew her. Her name was Monica. She had blonde hair, insanely wide hips and was overall pretty thick for a woman. He spoke to her. He always didn''t like her humbleness. "Your trust I shan''t abuse. The truth I shan''t abuse. Chivalry I shall keep between the two of us. Let the both of us be honest gentlemen even though you are not a man. Chivalry isn''t dead, let me and you be proof of that statement. In a perfect dream, it is you and I being one being," he then smiled. "Let it be transcendental." The Father of the Daughter Empress told his daughter through the monitor to nod in agreement with the Emperor; and so she did. * * * The Father and the Daughter Empress left, along with the entourage. The Daughter Empress was pleased that Edwod was gone. When she arrived home she couldn''t help but realise how all this talk of the sex slave trade appealed to her fantasy. She wondered if Joffrey would own her. She wanted him to own her as one. She wanted power over her, to be dominated. * * * Before the Great Usurping era of the domains, and before the ban of usurping became a tradition among the many domains. There was a saying; "Tick Tock there''s the clock, tick tock Timmy get daddy''s Glock." It was a signal for a violence about to happen, and that violence was about to happen; the ''execution'' was to be held this very day. The Emperor was not that patient. Especially when he thinks his reign of attention is in danger. He is delusional at this moment and time. Edwod has already made it look real. It looked as if the dark-haired cleaner was chained up in a Y position. She was chained up a wooden frame. She probably couldn''t break free if the real her was there. The real her was rotting in a blue prison dungeon. And it isn''t blue because of paint. It was full of mould. She would at times hold onto the bars while she is on her knees, but not out of desperation. She didn''t care. Everybody under his domain would be present at this execution. The Daughter Empress wanted to be present but she had business to attend to. The plan was that the Emperor would stand close to the person going to be executed, surrounded by 4 guards with spears for his protection. The Executioner hired for the execution would take a long-sword and cut off her head. But since this is an illusion it is just particle matter which would convince anybody, even those who know it''s just particle matter. Edwod was a master of illusions indeed. Vicko was going to be there too. "Let''s execute!" Shouted the executioner who was hired for that day. He had a very hard personality. Gilbert was there. When he first heard that she was going to be executed he thought that it couldn''t be true and that it was false. Still he is here hoping it was fake and that if it was real that she would be saved at the last minute. Gilbert didn''t know her well but he knew of her and only had a small conversation once. He doubts she would remember him. The sarcastic friend was there too. He wanted to make a sarcastic remark as usual but for himself and himself only did he make it. He didn''t care this time what somebody would say or not say. He was a bit selfish for not caring that much about the gravity of her in this situation. The timid friend was shaking. The whole gang knew her or of her. The timid friend had once dated her. It ended on good terms and they were just almost friends. He thought of himself as almost friends. Vicko was out of sight of everybody. He was on top of a heap of sand with a bow and arrow. " ''If you''re going to aim at the Emperor, don''t miss?'' " He grumbled to himself mockingly as he got the bow and arrow ready. He was sure to prove Gilbert wrong. He didn''t care about the execution. He just saw this as the opportunity to show Gilbert who''s boss. The Emperor hired somebody to declare a speech about the execution of this dark-haired cleaner, if you could say the execution of this illusion. Emperor Joffrey didn''t want him to disclose exactly why she was being executed because then he would look back with his true inner self of his past exposed. "This young lady is to be executed for crimes that are undiscloseable. Be prepared for her execution, there will be a blood splatter so stand back." Joffrey did stand back because he doubted that there would be blood splatter, but he knew there would be blood. As the Emperor stood forward, Vicko smiled selfishly as he got a good aim from his bow and arrow. He was very confident, despite only having one good eye. It felt as if the air in the sky paused. He released it, aiming for the middle of the side of his head. His adrenaline was through the roof. He tried to like it to keep himself steady in this situation. The arrow flew on and flew on. It was going to hit...but then it missed where he was aiming and it pierced the very tip of the Emperor''s nose. Vicko was smiling until he realised his mistake. Vicko then fell to the ground in shock. The Emperor felt a painful feeling on his nose. One that could be described as a ''dry razor.'' There was also a wet feeling in that same area, he could feeling it dripping, he thought that somebody must have messed some warmish liquid on his nose. He put his hand towards it to feel it. He felt a little pain as he felt it. He then put his hand towards his view of his eyes and he saw that it was his own blood. ''Why did I miss? I''m better than that.'' Vicko thought. Now a bit composed. The truth was that since Vicko had only one usable eye he had very bad depth perception. So what he thought was a perfect aim was far off than what it actually was.