This is a test chapter for a small mini-series I'm writing focusing on my OC, Angol Death (Angol Mois' older sister). It's a short chapter, I know, but I should be getting into writing longer sections for this story soon. But for now, enjoy this little prologue :)

PROLOGUE...

The King of Terror stood impatiently outside, tapping his finger against his arm and watching as other Angolans walked passed by him in the hall. He watched as all the other Angolan mother and fathers peered up at him with suspense, previously unaware that this was indeed the moment that the entire planet had been waiting for since the news was announced almost five Earth-years ago. The news that the King and Queen of Planet Angol were in fact baring a child. Many of the Angolans who walked by made sure to stop whatever they were doing and take a moment to congratulate him. Some would try and shake his hand or even hug him, but the King simply didn't have the time for any of their pointless blessings.

It had been several Earth-hours now, and the King hadn't moved a single step from where he was standing. The medics had taken his wife Tia in to deliver the child the second they had arrived, and the King was persistent on not leaving his Queen's side until the baby has been born. The medics made it their obligation to not argue with the King of Terror, but after informing the King that he had to wait outside while the birth took place as to not disturb the delicate procedure of delivering an Angolan child, the King respectfully agreed and decided to wait just a few feet away from the door as to not interfere, but close enough to feel as though he was still by his Queen's side during all of this. It had been a very stressful five years for the both of them.

The extra labor, the long, sleepless nights, the constant questions by the public, the interviews, the royal preparations. It was all more that even the King himself was prepared to take on. But he knew that for his subjects, the time since this news had been announced had to be the happiest time that Planet Angol had been through in years. After the news was released that the King and Queen would in fact be having a child of their own, the Planet was sent into a frenzy of absolute joy. Billions of subjects crowded the King's citadel the next morning, eagerly waiting a response from their ruler as to what they have to expect for the future. This new development had everyone on Planet Angol thrilled beyond belief, always asking new questions everyday, causing rumors to begin spreading whenever a certain question was ignored or refused by the King to be answered. This was the first royal child that the planet had to look forward to in over thirty thousand Earth-years. This meant that they finally had someone to look over their planet once the King passes on. Every Angolan knew that the King was getting old far too quickly, reaching almost fifteen thousand Earth-years of age and growing weaker each passing century. They were all equally afraid of who would take the King's place after his death, but now they were finally assured by the King himself that they had to fear no longer. With the King and Queen's new child on the way, there would at last be nothing but bright futures ahead for everyone on Planet Angol.

The King's eyes shot open at the sound of his wife's door flashing open. He watched as just one of the many medical robots that served the Angolan planet levitated out of the room with a small, holographic clipboard in its hands. Adjusting its head as to properly face the King, it spoke in a simple, electronic sounding tone.

"My King; your daughter is ready for you."

She was crying when he first saw her. Only a few Earth-minutes old and still more beautiful in the King's eyes than he had ever wished for her to be, the next ruler of Planet Angol laid crying below in the cleansing tank just a few meters next to the spot where she had just been born. The King put on a smile that not even the Queen had seen him with since they first discovered that they would be having a baby. She figured that he would be at least a little disappointed at the fact that it was a girl. But to her surprise, as much as he prayed to an even higher power that his Queen would bare him a son, he seemed entirely compliant and unimaginably joyful with having a daughter. She laid there against her bed, grinning wearily at how happy her husband looked to be seeing their child for the first time. It had been only a few seconds, but the Queen just could not wait any longer to ask such an important question.

"What should we name her?" she asked in a tired, dry tone.

The King was not at all caught off guard by the question. He had been complying what a good name for such an important child should be for almost the entire time that he had been waiting outside. He and his wife chose not to know early as to what gender their child would be, so they had no leads or clue as to what kind of a name would be fitting for their son or daughter. But thinking it over these past few hours, and reminding himself of just how important this decision is, he finally chose a name that he knew would help justify exactly what kind of an individual she would grow up to be.

"She's an Angolan royal. She must one day look after a race that is not only feared by all other forms of life in the universe, but also upholds the fate of almost every other living thing in existence. If she must be named, she must be given a name that suits both her heritage and the future she promises to all my subjects. I think I have the perfect name for our new daughter."

The King's dark tone was heard clearly and fluently by the Queen. She would have wanted her daughter to have a pleasant name that would give her more meaning and depth beyond just what she does and what her race is known for. But from her husband's tone, she could see that whatever name he had in mind for her, it wasn't going to be an easy one to agree with. But when her husband sets his mind on something this important, he makes sure to stick with it no matter what. And honestly, who could really blame him? He has to decide the fate of an entire planet of living beings every other day, always pondering if whatever choice he makes is the right one, or else risks bringing genocide to an entire civilization for no good reason. So it would make sense that when something as important as this comes along, that he must stick with his decision to the fullest of his abilities.

"I was thinking...how about 'Shi'? Angol Shi."

"Death?" the Queen replied, a bit confused. "That's no name for a Princess?"

"Do NOT refer to our daughter like that!" the King suddenly burst out, shocking his jaded wife and queuing their daughter's cry to scream all the louder. "She doesn't deserve a rank so demeaning. An Angolan represents strength and power. We represent the fear that all other races have of when their last moment will finally come. Our daughter should never have to be given such an abject name as 'Princess'. I think the title of 'Death' is a far better and more fitting name for our daughter." The King said, looking down at Angol Death with a prideful glare.

"Well I don't like that name." the Queen said in reply to her husband's banter. Even if she knew he hated arguing with her when it came to something of this kind of importance, she wasn't going to let her daughter grow up with a name so dreadfully plain that easily.

"It doesn't matter! Her name will be Shi! I've made my decision, alright!" the King yelled, turning his full attention toward his tired Queen, just now realizing how bad in shape she looked after having given birth not a few moments earlier.

Tia glared at her husband with sour eyes, annoyed at his behavior during his first encounter with his newly born daughter. Instead of laughing with enjoyment at the sight of their child like she had hoped he would, he instead chose to quarrel with her over what her name should be and how it should affect how the rest of the universe will see her for the next few thousand years. And of all the threatening and opposing names he could have imagined, he chose the least unique and most over-the-top and bland name out there.

"I'm sorry, but I won't let my only daughter carry a name so blatantly hateful throughout her entire life. I want her to have a name that speaks in many different languages. A name that shows that she's more than just an Angolan. Shows that she's more than just some regular killing machine."

"Come on, Tia! Be reasonable here! What better name for our daughter than one that lets all others know exactly just what she and the rest of us live for. I'm sticking with the name of Death. She'll carry that name throughout her life with pride! I'm sure of it!"

The Queen was at a loss. She had no other words to think of that get through her husband's thick head. He wanted her named what he wanted, and he surely wasn't going to take no for an answer. Tia just laid on her side, staring at her King and the passionate face he gave their new daughter. She looked down at Angol Death herself with eyes of both joy and sorrow. What would this mean for their planet from this point forward? How would her subjects react when they learned of her name? The thought of what their child's future would be like simply because of her name scared her. She didn't want her only child to grow up surrounded by others who either resented her or feared her just because of her name. What were herself and the King supposed to do if she didn't want to be a 'destroyer of planets'? Would she have to live the rest of her life stuck with a name that she not only never wanted, but one that would show only despair and danger in her where ever she went? She knew that her daughter could simply just change her name when she got older, but what would all of her years before that be like? These thoughts were nothing but extra stress for the worn out Queen, so she decided to drop her worries for now and only concentrate on how blessed she and the King were to finally have a child of their own.

These feelings of happiness were suddenly interrupted by the loud out-call of the King's messenger as he walked inside with sweaty palms and a pale face.

"My Lord!? Are you inside!?"

"What are you doing in here!? I told you to stay outside and keep those damn reporters out of my sight!" the King reacted to the sight of his most trustworthy assistant.

"I...I did, My Lord. Our guards are keeping them at bay fairly well, but we were all growing a bit worried, seeing as we haven't heard a thing from you for the past few..."

"I'm fine. And so is the baby." The King smiled to his Queen, who faintly smiled back.

"Oh!" the messenger shouted with surprise. "She's already been born! That's wonderful! Boy or...?"

"Girl." Tia finished for him.

"Excellent! I'll let the guards know right away." He said, quickly sprinting out the door before turning back around to say one final line of blessing. "Oh, and congratulations, My Lord and Lady!"

The following night, the King sat alone in his chambers, waiting for the call to arrive for when it was time to take his Queen and daughter home. He wanted to make sure that he would teach her all about her race and what they stand for from the very beginning.

'She'll be the most brutal, bloodthirsty ruler Planet Angol has even known. I'll make sure of it. She'll make the gods above very proud.' he thought to himself, thinking over exactly what kind of training she should be put through at first homecoming. Perhaps some teaching games that would explain to her the fundamentals of how to kill a planet and what she needs to remember when doing so.

The doors to the King's thrown creaked open as his messenger came marching in unexpectedly. "My Lord. News has gotten out of your daughter's birth, and all Angolans all over the region are celebrating to their heart's content. But your subjects still wish to know her name."

The King thought for a moment before answering his messenger's call. "Tell them this! Tell them that my daughter's name will be screamed throughout even the darkest corners of the universe for ages to come. It will be a name that this galaxy and the next will not soon forget, nor will it fully ever disappear from existence." the King explained, his messenger nodding obediently with every word.

"Tell them that on this day, the name of the greatest Angolan to ever exist was released to the rest of Planet Angol and beyond. The name...Angol Death. Let it live on forever in the hearts of those who fear it. That is all!"

Like I said, it's a working progress. But for now, I'm just glad I have it started. The next chapter will focus more on Death's childhood and what she had to deal with growing up (trust me, it's more interesting than I'm making it out to be). I might also expand more on the lives of Angolans and the planet Angol. And for all of you wondering if Mois will show up in this story, don't worry, she will in due time. Thank you for reading!