Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara!, or any of the characters used in this fic. They are the property of Ryohgo Narita and Suzuhito Yasuda. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
The King And His Men
They were his, as he'd decided in the beginning. Pawns on the chessboard for him to use as he pleased, polished black glass held tightly in his hand. If he wished it, they would go on to be sacrifices, doing their part to further his goals. Izaya knew what he wanted, and, as such, there would be no meaningless deaths on his side of the playing field. Every move he made was methodical, even twisted, perfect so as to render his opponents numb and helpless.
How he enjoyed the struggles they put forth, the utter confusion on their faces as they fought to find a way around his ploy. He had left no loopholes, having played through the entire scenario days in advance. Humans were predictable, just as his previous experiments had proven. So easy to read, and even easier to manipulate.
With these, his men, standing by his side, he'd conquered even the most unlikely of foes. An ancient from the old Nordic tales whose head was now his to lord over her. He, the superior of the two, had made little effort so as to steal it away, leaving her wandering about his city in a vain effort to recover it. So sad how she, being a member of the beautiful Valkyrie, could not even see that her target was just beyond his reach.
A pretty thing to look at, really. What with those perfect eyes and flawless white skin. Certainly, she was a queen, among the highest order of the warrior angels. A sorry fact, knowing that he'd so effortlessly conned her out of such a treasure. Still, all according to his grand design, she'd come from the land of her forefathers, seeking to retrieve it. So typical of a god. Stunning in beauty, but vain as the very creatures they'd designed.
A king, he was, showing his true colors only to his queen and right hand. One would forget his trespasses when the day of reckoning arrived, while the other would go with him, a hero in the eyes of a new god.
For sure, the head would choose him, the master of this performance, to travel to the warrior haven, the ancient hall of Valhalla. He would be greeted by Odin himself, praised for his prowess and intellect on the field of battle.
Had Izaya only wanted to have his ego stroked, he could have strayed out into the lights of the bustling city, dazzling the world with his ability. But to have praise and glory from one of the ancient gods was of the highest honor. The words of mere humans wouldn't be able to compare.
It was for this that he lived. "The one who stands above the crowd" would rise and become a god among men.
Yes, the title is a reference to Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End as well as the theme song, Hoist the Colours. Izaya's "right hand" is Shinra Kishitani.