Summary: Just a satirical piece based on the similarity of two notorious aliases… Even those great have their idols…
Britain General Headquarters of Military Colony Regulation. A group from JLF(1), known as Black Knights, with their spiritual leader in charge surrounded pale-looking Sir Hordagen. The said tried to jump away from the impending doom like a rabbit out of his wits, but failed miserably, having stumbled over the carpet edge and fallen back with a dull plop. A moment later Zero was hanging over his victim like a giant raven:
- No…No…Don't come any closer…please…stay away from me…spare me. I don't want to die…I have a wife and a little daughter. Her name…
- You're a fool, knight. I don't give a damn about your family.
- You…criminal, they were right. All Elevens are barbarians…
- Silence! Karen, hand me a sword!
- But, Zero, where would I find a sword?
- Elemental, woman, borrow from our friend here. Pull it from his sheath. Now!
(Whisper aside: I guess I need to test their IQ before hiring them)
- But you can't…
- Oh, yes, I can…easily.
- But…
The sinister laughter was the only answer to the knight's last plea. Zero's accomplices stilly watched how their comrade entrusted the instrument of death to the superior. The last cruelly raised the sword… crazed by the ominous glint of steel Hordagen screwed up his eyes and let out a constrained cry. Three swift waves of the black hand followed.
Three cuts crossed the grey King's coat and a scarlet letter flared up on the knight's chest.
Zero calmly returned the sword to his helpmate and remarked with a morbid satisfaction:
- I had been dreaming of doing this since I was a boy. You were punished by the supreme justice, maggot. This mark shall become your scariest nightmare. For I am Zero…Do not ever forget that name.
And with one sweep of his cloak the Great Combinator disappeared into the darkness of a passage. Soon his loyal subjects took after him, leaving behind them a scene of violence and a shaking servant of imperialism.
(1) Japanese Liberation Front