Post by Sinmani on Aug 30, 2014 9:10:49 GMT -8
[CHAPTER ONE]
Every kingdom, every empire, everything has its fall. Remarkable power has always been bowed to in history, a kingdom of warriors, a sanctuary of prestige. Honor and Achievement, the Kingdom of Elysium knew no boundaries, no price of life.
So this story ignites the flames of tragedy and rips apart the hollow halls of an egotistical Kingdom, a spawn, death's very offspring.
"Lord Fairchild, the majesty approaches from the west wing." A butler says to a man, his voice seem so well trained. The man remained seated, his back pressed against the cushioned red seat. His empty icy blue eyes seem to be filled with a greed and passion like no other. In the distance was a series of foot steps followed by a echo of metal marches and doors slamming closed. This trumpet of noise was produce by only one person.
Lady Raven The Third, she walked uninterested, passing doors and doors of servants bowing and greeting. The armored soldiers would block any offers that the servants would occasionally try to force upon the Lady of Elysium, Lady Raven. The doors of the west wing opened, Lord fair child was unfazed by the display of control, no surprise to him, after many years of watching true power occu, he found it best to just let her speak. "Moron; " The butler twitched in irrational display of anger, Lord Fairchild raised his hand and dismissed him. The butler sarcastically nodded his head at the queen, he leaves a silver circular tray of drinks. Alcohol & Mixs. "How could you be such a bloody fucken moron!" The white armored soldiers surround the man seated in a red royal cushion throne, his eye sight hidden behind a black top hat with the king of Diamond's card to the side of his hats ribbon trimming. His lip showed no hint of reaction. No sign of even care.
Every kingdom, every empire, everything has its fall. Remarkable power has always been bowed to in history, a kingdom of warriors, a sanctuary of prestige. Honor and Achievement, the Kingdom of Elysium knew no boundaries, no price of life.
"Prevail!
DIE A HONOURABLE DEATH!"
So this story ignites the flames of tragedy and rips apart the hollow halls of an egotistical Kingdom, a spawn, death's very offspring.
"Lord Fairchild, the majesty approaches from the west wing." A butler says to a man, his voice seem so well trained. The man remained seated, his back pressed against the cushioned red seat. His empty icy blue eyes seem to be filled with a greed and passion like no other. In the distance was a series of foot steps followed by a echo of metal marches and doors slamming closed. This trumpet of noise was produce by only one person.
Lady Raven The Third, she walked uninterested, passing doors and doors of servants bowing and greeting. The armored soldiers would block any offers that the servants would occasionally try to force upon the Lady of Elysium, Lady Raven. The doors of the west wing opened, Lord fair child was unfazed by the display of control, no surprise to him, after many years of watching true power occu, he found it best to just let her speak. "Moron; " The butler twitched in irrational display of anger, Lord Fairchild raised his hand and dismissed him. The butler sarcastically nodded his head at the queen, he leaves a silver circular tray of drinks. Alcohol & Mixs. "How could you be such a bloody fucken moron!" The white armored soldiers surround the man seated in a red royal cushion throne, his eye sight hidden behind a black top hat with the king of Diamond's card to the side of his hats ribbon trimming. His lip showed no hint of reaction. No sign of even care.
