Disclaimer: The names used in this story are taken from Gaia Online users because of my inability to come up with cool names. In no way are those names misused etc. The story itself branched off of a role playing thread, and in no way is the topic misused! I just thought that this would be appropriate…
Instructions: There are made up languages in this story that are easy to understand with simple instructions. The first language you'll see is Elvaan. In this language, the words and sentences are backwards e.g.: Uoy htiw eb syawla lliw I. I will always be with you. See? Like a mirror image. Now, the second language you will see is Balrogian. This is similar to Elvaan, but with some differences; the words are in the correct order, but the letters are backwards e.g.: Uoy lliw gnah no eht ssorc rof gniyalp God. You will hang on the cross for playing God. Get it? Oh, and names are spelled in English, so you won't have to worry about getting that stuff confused.
Prologue:
Not too long ago a World War was waged between eight races. The Emperor of all at the time, Zavik the Strong, was blamed for the war, but could not be brought down. However, Zavik was old and after his sudden death the war abruptly came to an end.
His young son, Oz Mitzu, only seventeen years of age, was crowned Emperor just days after his father's burial. Oz's first plan of action was to renovate and rebuild all cities affected by the war's devastation. However, with this new age came betrayal and bad feelings between races. For example, a war veteran and favored leader, Kloeser the Great, the Lycan king at the time, was overthrown due to a technicality by his predecessor. Not only that, but the Emperor's status was turned from a powerful leader to a mere figurehead, and the judicial House of Consuls gained most of the power.
To keep the bad feelings at bay, several peacekeepers were appointed to keep alliances between every race in order to avoid any future wars. However, today only one peacekeeper remains; unable to be slain by those who try to revolt. This servant of the Empire is Zeero, a Dark Elf woman with close ties to all races.
Today there is great unrest within the Lycan capital where vandalism is being blamed on neighboring races. Accusations from the pulpits overflow and spread through the land and the Emperor's fears may come to reality. This problem will reveal corruption and secrets between all eight races that no one could ever have imagined.
Part One
Demon Cry:
The Reunion
Chapter 1:
A Past to be Forgotten
"BWAIIIIIIIEE!!!"
Bursting out the doors of a small shop in the Angelic city of Morgenstern, a Demon runs off with several goods. Passersby scream in horror that such trash had infiltrated their gleaming city. As the Demon careens through crowds, he knocks people to the ground.
"AGAIN THEY ATTACK!!" People started to scream and panic.
Ahead, in the street, no one notices a cloud of dust and darkness forming into a figure. As the Demon quickly approaches the dusty cloud, a scratchy voice pierces out from it. "Berank Seinthos Paranath!" A sonic wave blasts out from the dark figure and it engulfs the Demon, stopping him in his tracks.
"Og em tel!" the Demon screamed at the figure.
"Od ot tahw em llet, lanimirc a, uoy?" The figure said, its voice a mixture of many.
"Gnorw enod I evah tahw?" said the Demon to the figure.
Out of no where a blinding light streaked through the sky and the sonic wave that was holding the Demon captive diminished and out of the dusty figure came an Elvaan woman. And in place of the blinding light hovered an Angelic messenger.
In an act of desperation, the Demon left his bounty where it fell and ran.
"What business might you have here, DEMONS?!" demanded the messenger.
The woman spoke gracefully, yet strongly, "Rivals our kinds may be, I was set out to capture a criminal to both. I mean no harm to you or your people, but as a keeper of peace for the Empire, I must ask now for your help in justice."
"Why did you not say a peacekeeper? Then justice shall be served for both. Come, our criminal is escaping."
The Demon was not hard to capture with the cooperation of the Angelic messenger and the Elvaan woman. Together they brought the criminal to stand trial in front of the House of Consuls.
House of Consuls:
Majestic in size and architecture, the House of Consuls is no house at all. With thirteen floors and its own army, this castle is the centre point of the Consuls' reputation. Atop there are turrets tiled with a mix of pure gold and copper alloy on every corner of the high castle walls that shelters soldiers within from the weather and airborne enemy attack. And can't forget; there are soldiers every two paces.
On the top floor, the trial room is the whole purpose for the castle. The trial room fits all the needs of the Consuls while deciding the fate of criminals. The House of Consuls houses six of the world's hierarchy members; three Demons, derived from the darkest parts of hell to take human form, and three Angels, conceived in the heavens to take human form as well. Together these six hierarchies are the Supreme Court to the lands of both dark and light.
Heavily guarded and highly important, the House of Consuls is a castle not to be messed with.
"Bring him forth!" yelled the centre Consul, Lord Lamia Rune.
"Gnihtyna od ton did I! Gnihtyna od t'ndid I!!" yelled the Demon as bailiffs brought him forward.
"SILENCE!" Lord Lamia Rune slammed his gavel down on its coast. The sound echoed through the vaulted room. "We've dealt with you many times before, Count Pirot… We will no longer tolerate your behavior!" Lord Rune stared straight at Pirot as he spoke.
"Ahw-" Pirot tried to speak, but was cut off by a hand gesture from Lord Rune.
"Angelic Consuls, on the accounts of Man Slaughter, Treason, and a danger to all of the land, how do you find Count Circe Pirot?"
At once the Angelic Consuls replied, "Guilty."
Lord Rune turned to the Demonic Consuls and said, "Demonic Consuls, on the accounts of Man Slaughter, Treason, and a danger to all the land, how do you find Count Circe Pirot?"
In sync the Demonic Consuls replied, "Guilty."
Lord Lamia Rune grasped his gavel tight in his hand as he said, "On behalf of the House of Consuls, I, Lord Lamia Rune, find the defendant, Count Circe Pirot, guilty of all charges. Case dismissed." With one last slam of his gavel, Lord Rune and the other consuls flooded back into their quarters.
Five guards quickly escorted the criminal to be executed immediately.
Exiting the enormous room to the roof, the Elvaan woman spoke, "I guess we won't need to worry about him any longer."
"That is so very true." The Angelic messenger smiled as they stepped out into the warm afternoon sun. "By the way, my name is Xanos Achite."
"Leader of the Achite village? It has been an honor to work with you!" They shook hands. "My name is Zeero."
From behind them, they heard a voice, "It is so good to finally see a friendship emerge from two different cultures! Especially when one of them is an old friend."
They spun around to see the Emperor, Oz Mitzu, appear out of the blue sky. As Emperor Mitzu walked forth, Xanos shot to the floor in a bow, but Zeero started to walk away toward a west turret.
"Please, arise, Xanos Achite," said the Emperor, "I will ask of you to take your leave now, for an important discussion is dwelling."
As Xanos rose he looked over at Zeero with a look of disappointment then said, "Of course, your highness." With a bow, Xanos left the rooftop.
Slowly walking over to Zeero, the Emperor gestured the guards to leave them. As the guards retreated to their quarters, the Emperor spoke softly, "I've been keeping an eye out for you, Zeero."
"I know… I can sense it when you try to use that sneaky little power of yours." Zeero glanced up at him with a smirk. She adjusted her shoulder armor and her hair band.
The Emperor sighed, then spoke again, "Before I was blessed with the ruling of this vast land, I was a boy. I was a boy with no limitations or rules to follow. I was a boy with the prettiest girl in the land and we were free…" He placed his arm on the turret, leaned into it and smiled. "But now…"
"But now you're confined to your quarters and sworn to secrecy… oh, woe is thee." Zeero interrupted with a sarcastic tone.
"Zeero…" The Emperor rolled his eyes and walked a bit away, looking up to the sky as if to ask the gods 'why me?'.
"Just forget about the past Oz! Nothing can go back to the way it was."
"Su tuoba tegrof ot desoppus I ma woh?" He said in Elvaan, "Dah ew tahw tuoba?"
"Oz eromyna su neewteb gnihtyna eb t'nac ereht!"
They didn't look at each other as silence consumed them. A few minutes went by and only the wind could be heard.
"Do you want to know why I left those years ago?" Zeero said finally, folding her arms across her chest.
"I don't want to know." Oz didn't look at her. "Maybe if you visited me we wouldn't have an argument like this.
Zeero climbed up on the two foot thick wall and stood above Oz. "You know," she began, "you really have become a man since last," She looked up to the sky. "maybe enough for your son to finally meet you." Zeero stretched her arms as two mechanical wings burst out from her ankle high boots. She fell backwards off of the wall, and for a split second their eyes met.
"ZEERO!" Oz ran to the wall but only got to watch Zeero glide away. "My…son..?"