A/N: This is dedicated to Blackwing-Darkraven, who sent in the first request :) Thank you and enjoy~
The King of Empty Shadows, a masterpiece created by Phantom Blaster Dragon to slaughter King of Knights, Alfred and the Royal Paladins. He is the symbol to make the "Shadow Paladins" be the "Shadow Paladins", and is an absolute existence that all Shadow Paladin members will follow other than Phantom Blaster Dragon. His skills with the sword surpasses even that of a swordsman, his knowledge transcends even that of a sage. He is a peerless warrior who possesses all the powers needed to rival the King of Knights. Even though he always appears to be emotionless and his gaze is always empty, it is said he holds intense hatred for his original, the King of Knights. Gazing upon the horizon of the United Sanctuary, the King of Empty Shadows declares "There can only be one king! Kill that man, and we shall become the supreme rulers of United Sanctuary!"
Empty crimson orbs stared lifelessly at the black wall in the dark castle. The Dark Dictator was deep in thought, sitting on the lone throne in the centre of the room.
Hate.
That was the only emotion he was capable of feeling. There could only be one supreme ruler, and it would be him. The King of Knights leading the Royal Paladins would have to go. There was no other way, no other path he could take.
Battle.
It was only thing he could do, after all, he was made for the sole purpose of obliterating his lighter counterpart, and leading the Shadow Paladins to victory in the clan war. His sword lay at his side, the dull silver gleaming comfortingly in the ray of moonlight that streamed through an open window.
Knowledge.
He was blessed with a vast pool of knowledge, but yet he could not solve the mystery that currently haunting his thoughts every single day. Even the other units had been concerned when they saw a flicker of something in the dictator's usually empty and emotionless eyes.
He was emotionless. He should not be able to feel anything. Emotions would only get into the way of a battle. He was constantly reminded of this during each battle he fought, as he saw the Royal Paladins let out saddened cries as their 'comrades' fell one by one.
Then why was he thinking this? Why was his mind, his traitorous mind, even entertaining such notions? True, Alfred was a ruler like him, but they were polar opposites. Light and Dark. White and Black. Concord and Discord.
Yet, they were similar too. Both rulers who displayed an almost emotionless battle mask in battle, fierce swordsmen with a desire to win and lead their clan into a new era… He shook his head, voicing the question that had been plaguing his mind ever since he had fought his first battle against his counterpart.
"Why do I want to befriend him?"
A/N: So how was it? I'm not too sure whether you like this style of writing, but please feel free to give me constructive criticism~ Thank you for all your support :)
