Disclaimer: I'd like to state at the fore-front that this piece of fiction,
while based in the Zoids Universe, will have very little to do with the
Zoids themselves, or any prior existing characters in the franchise; and
takes place within the fictional confines of the Zoids RPG at
. I'm afraid I can't offer you a heated
Zoid battle, or a nifty romance tale. But, what I can offer you is a neat
little exploration of one man as he comes to grips with himself and the
world around him.
'Zoids,' 'Planet Zi,' and 'Vega Obscura' are copyright Hasbro and Tomy, I claim no responsibility for their creation and are used in this fiction for entertainment purposes only. Christian Obscura Deviloux, Marcus Deviloux, Danius Gabriel, Melissa Obscura and other characters contained within as well as their intellectual properties were created and are owned by me.
This work of fiction, 'The Castle Falls' is rated R for strong language, beyond excessive violence, adult situations, slight sexual content and several references to sibling incest. Thank you for taking the time to read through the disclaimer and for taking an interest in my work -- enjoy!
Midnight - the Ghouls' dawn, as they say... it was the perfect time of day for an underworld celebration. Most every respectable human being would be tucked away in their shelters; huddling with their loved ones. Depending on your outlook on life, one could find such a practice laughable. In either case, I believe we're delving from the issue at hand. Yes... Midnight... and if you're a Deviloux, this midnight holds nigh holy significance; for tonight is the celebrated 'Night of the Harvest' - an event held annually where the profits - monetary, material, or otherwise are gathered and calculated. It is on this night that the family gathering takes place at Master Marcus' castle on the far-side of the unnamed continent... far away from the eyes of those that should otherwise be averted.
From all around the globe, family members gather out of a traditional belief held by the elders. That being, the feelings of togetherness and trust brought on by the gathering will bring good tidings for the Harvests yet to come. To date, only one non-family member had ever attended a Harvest Night and... For the first time in six years, after an absence only few knew the reason for... he would again attend.
Christian's fingers tingled inside the confines of his jacket pockets; while his hair and the coattails of his overly long button-up shirt danced in the musty night wind. Gazing upon Marcus' castle, his golden eyes flared with anticipation.
"You know..." Danius spoke up from behind, "...most people don't make it back out of hell; and the rare few that do, usually reform their ways as to stave off a return trip."
"Have you... ever been away from home so long; that when you finally return there, you can't help but feel giddy? Danius?" Chris shot back, teeth shimmering in the moonlight exposed through a sheepish grin.
The silver-haired boy pondered his companion's question for a moment as he recalled distant memories of his home, "No... Can't say that I have." was his answer. Whether lying or not, he needn't delve further and Christian didn't care enough to force the issue.
Forced Entrance - Party Night
Deviloux Manor, as it came to be known; was seemingly a construct of another world, or at least from an earlier era (or two). At any rate, the estate was massive beyond comprehension and while the bulk of the family presently resided within its walls, a select few had to be stuck with the unfortunate task of guard duty. Even though Eastern Continent was virtually uninhabited, one could never be too careful; especially when the whole of a family of criminals was involved. One could never be too careful.
Down by the front door... "This SUCKS!"
"Would you calm down, Jean? Our shift is only for two hours, and then you can get piss drunk like you always do." A calmer voice answered the previous yelp.
"Yeah, I know. But still. I don't see why they need to stick guys like us with a shitty job like this. In fifty years, there's never been a single break-in during the Harvest... not even during the war! Besides; even if there was... every family member around the planet is here, ain't nobody dumb enough on this dirt ball to break-in to a shindig with this guest list..." The young man named Jean continued with his tirade; obviously displeased with the night's events so far.
His companion, an older man, had stopped listening to his partner's whining. Even though the shift was for two hours as stated... he was beginning to entertain the notion that it was going to be a long night.
"Fine. Forget you then." Jean huffed.
"Goddamn man... even after all this time, all you ever do is bitch." Another voice broke in.
"What the- Who the hell's there!?" Jean demanded, reaching into his jacket.
Emerging from the darkness came Christian walking calmly toward the main gates; hands tucked idly in his pockets.
"...Christian?" Jean asked no one in particular, hesitating on his prior actions to examine the incoming figure a little more carefully. "...Holy shit! It is you! Man, you've grown! Where the hell you been!?" he then chirped as he walked over to the former intruder.
-thwip!- "...around."
Jean's body fell silently to the ground, a small, smoking crater in his forehead cast away the fleeting signs of life while Christian turned his attention to the remaining guard. "You gotta be kidding me-!" The older man exclaimed in disbelief.
-thwip! thwip! thwip!- He too plummeted to the ground with similar orifices in his chest and head.
"A silencer? That's not like you." Danius offered casually, again appearing from behind the blue-haired young man.
Christian shrugged, sticking the silenced handgun back to the confines of his jacket, "It's a little cold out tonight... so I'd rather kill them all inside where it's cozier."
"...and... how many of them are there, exactly??"
"Four-hundred-and-sixty-seven, counting women and children." Christian informed his would-be partner, leaning down to pick up Jean's body, "er... sixty-five. Now."
Walking up to the decaying main gate, he eyed the vintage door until his gaze met the almost foreign looking panel... rectangular in shape; illuminated by a back-mounted green light adorned by three small flashing bulbs above the panel. Manipulating Jean's right hand, Christian stuck the cold digits to the emerald pane. The small bulbs flickered momentarily before giving way to the sound of a heavy click and sliding metal.
Danius looked on with dull eyes as the grinning Christian made his way past the parted doors and finally into the castle's exterior, "Have fun."
"Oh... I will..."
Signaled by the opening gates, an old host garbed in a butler's outfit rushed to greet the entrants; assuming they were late comers since with a crowd this large, it was difficult to determine who was there and who hadn't arrived yet.
Christian smiled and waved to the attendant with his index and middle finger, "Yo."
"You... GUARDS!" cried the butler, only to be stopped short by the gleaming blade of a dagger forcing its way down his throat; ultimately pinning him to the wall.
The commotion drew the attention of the some hundred or so guests situated in the dining hall just beyond the entry-way, all with the same shocked expression as they witnessed the insane act committed before their very eyes. There must be two hundred eyes staring at me... and half as many gun barrels. Perfect.
'Zoids,' 'Planet Zi,' and 'Vega Obscura' are copyright Hasbro and Tomy, I claim no responsibility for their creation and are used in this fiction for entertainment purposes only. Christian Obscura Deviloux, Marcus Deviloux, Danius Gabriel, Melissa Obscura and other characters contained within as well as their intellectual properties were created and are owned by me.
This work of fiction, 'The Castle Falls' is rated R for strong language, beyond excessive violence, adult situations, slight sexual content and several references to sibling incest. Thank you for taking the time to read through the disclaimer and for taking an interest in my work -- enjoy!
Midnight - the Ghouls' dawn, as they say... it was the perfect time of day for an underworld celebration. Most every respectable human being would be tucked away in their shelters; huddling with their loved ones. Depending on your outlook on life, one could find such a practice laughable. In either case, I believe we're delving from the issue at hand. Yes... Midnight... and if you're a Deviloux, this midnight holds nigh holy significance; for tonight is the celebrated 'Night of the Harvest' - an event held annually where the profits - monetary, material, or otherwise are gathered and calculated. It is on this night that the family gathering takes place at Master Marcus' castle on the far-side of the unnamed continent... far away from the eyes of those that should otherwise be averted.
From all around the globe, family members gather out of a traditional belief held by the elders. That being, the feelings of togetherness and trust brought on by the gathering will bring good tidings for the Harvests yet to come. To date, only one non-family member had ever attended a Harvest Night and... For the first time in six years, after an absence only few knew the reason for... he would again attend.
Christian's fingers tingled inside the confines of his jacket pockets; while his hair and the coattails of his overly long button-up shirt danced in the musty night wind. Gazing upon Marcus' castle, his golden eyes flared with anticipation.
"You know..." Danius spoke up from behind, "...most people don't make it back out of hell; and the rare few that do, usually reform their ways as to stave off a return trip."
"Have you... ever been away from home so long; that when you finally return there, you can't help but feel giddy? Danius?" Chris shot back, teeth shimmering in the moonlight exposed through a sheepish grin.
The silver-haired boy pondered his companion's question for a moment as he recalled distant memories of his home, "No... Can't say that I have." was his answer. Whether lying or not, he needn't delve further and Christian didn't care enough to force the issue.
Forced Entrance - Party Night
Deviloux Manor, as it came to be known; was seemingly a construct of another world, or at least from an earlier era (or two). At any rate, the estate was massive beyond comprehension and while the bulk of the family presently resided within its walls, a select few had to be stuck with the unfortunate task of guard duty. Even though Eastern Continent was virtually uninhabited, one could never be too careful; especially when the whole of a family of criminals was involved. One could never be too careful.
Down by the front door... "This SUCKS!"
"Would you calm down, Jean? Our shift is only for two hours, and then you can get piss drunk like you always do." A calmer voice answered the previous yelp.
"Yeah, I know. But still. I don't see why they need to stick guys like us with a shitty job like this. In fifty years, there's never been a single break-in during the Harvest... not even during the war! Besides; even if there was... every family member around the planet is here, ain't nobody dumb enough on this dirt ball to break-in to a shindig with this guest list..." The young man named Jean continued with his tirade; obviously displeased with the night's events so far.
His companion, an older man, had stopped listening to his partner's whining. Even though the shift was for two hours as stated... he was beginning to entertain the notion that it was going to be a long night.
"Fine. Forget you then." Jean huffed.
"Goddamn man... even after all this time, all you ever do is bitch." Another voice broke in.
"What the- Who the hell's there!?" Jean demanded, reaching into his jacket.
Emerging from the darkness came Christian walking calmly toward the main gates; hands tucked idly in his pockets.
"...Christian?" Jean asked no one in particular, hesitating on his prior actions to examine the incoming figure a little more carefully. "...Holy shit! It is you! Man, you've grown! Where the hell you been!?" he then chirped as he walked over to the former intruder.
-thwip!- "...around."
Jean's body fell silently to the ground, a small, smoking crater in his forehead cast away the fleeting signs of life while Christian turned his attention to the remaining guard. "You gotta be kidding me-!" The older man exclaimed in disbelief.
-thwip! thwip! thwip!- He too plummeted to the ground with similar orifices in his chest and head.
"A silencer? That's not like you." Danius offered casually, again appearing from behind the blue-haired young man.
Christian shrugged, sticking the silenced handgun back to the confines of his jacket, "It's a little cold out tonight... so I'd rather kill them all inside where it's cozier."
"...and... how many of them are there, exactly??"
"Four-hundred-and-sixty-seven, counting women and children." Christian informed his would-be partner, leaning down to pick up Jean's body, "er... sixty-five. Now."
Walking up to the decaying main gate, he eyed the vintage door until his gaze met the almost foreign looking panel... rectangular in shape; illuminated by a back-mounted green light adorned by three small flashing bulbs above the panel. Manipulating Jean's right hand, Christian stuck the cold digits to the emerald pane. The small bulbs flickered momentarily before giving way to the sound of a heavy click and sliding metal.
Danius looked on with dull eyes as the grinning Christian made his way past the parted doors and finally into the castle's exterior, "Have fun."
"Oh... I will..."
Signaled by the opening gates, an old host garbed in a butler's outfit rushed to greet the entrants; assuming they were late comers since with a crowd this large, it was difficult to determine who was there and who hadn't arrived yet.
Christian smiled and waved to the attendant with his index and middle finger, "Yo."
"You... GUARDS!" cried the butler, only to be stopped short by the gleaming blade of a dagger forcing its way down his throat; ultimately pinning him to the wall.
The commotion drew the attention of the some hundred or so guests situated in the dining hall just beyond the entry-way, all with the same shocked expression as they witnessed the insane act committed before their very eyes. There must be two hundred eyes staring at me... and half as many gun barrels. Perfect.