So yea I had said I would quit.. But I guess im not done yet only way to improve my writing is to keep writing no? Thanks to the friends and other who stopped my idiotic idea? And thank you kindly for the death threat Robert.. I appreciate it very much.

-Fox

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"On your knees i want to hear you beg like a dog" he whispered in a voice laced with an edge of insanity along with bitter amusement.

Here was the great king flat on his back. Begging, for mercy rambling and crying like some petty child. Was this how he had deceived Vrael? Blubbering like a child continually begging for mercy? He had already snapped his mind. This new found power he wielded had such depths he couldn't even begin to fathom. He had tossed the false king around like he was no more then a mere began a new line of pleas for his life Eragon heard none of it only sneered "now die like a.. dog!". With a mad glint in his eyes and some feral cry he smote the false king down.

Warm blood sprayed his face he relished in it. He stood for how long he did not know with his eyes closed arms spread,it had all come full circle. What began some years ago, with a blue stone and a young naive boy. Ends now with his sword having decapitated this false kings head. All the pain, sorrow and bloodshed ended now. But what did he have left? The woman he loved in the arms of his half brother and the partner of his soul dead?

The two people he thought he had left found solace in each other. They tried to comfort him, with empty words and useless promises. How could they sympathize? They who did not know the pain, he felt in his being. Murtagh had aided this madman when he slew Saphira. They would feel his pain, the pain of separation and unrecognizable loss.

Why should it matter? What were they to him?Why should he care none of them even took notice of him. Other then when his emotions overflowed, and rendered him unable to do his "duty". He was just some weapon to be used. Sharpened and honed when needed. Then discarded once it fulfilled its purpose.

They were nothing more than sycophants and manipulators. No better than the rule Saphira fought to usurp. The flags change with the years and the way of war. But never those who tear loved ones apart. Just for gold,glory or some perverted view of justice. No things do not change just the faces and armies. They were all the same Elves,Humans and Dwarves. One in the same moralities all so perverted. They deserve nothing more than extinction.

Twisted thoughts ran through his head voicing it to himself 'why shouldn't I? Why should I do all this, suffer all this. Just to have my reward only to be nothing more than to drown in my loneliness and self loathing along with my constant state of melancholy.'

He wouldn't suffer this alone. He who was the cause of so much of his pain,Murtagh. He would feel his pain and more. Returning his thoughts to the present. Eragon strode over to the kings throne upon studying it, encrusted at the top of the black marble throne "Ruler of Alagaesia". He sneered seating himself on the throne. He could feel the cold seep through his leather bottoms,closing his eyes leaning back. He could feel the heat from the sun coming through the vaulted windows. Opening his eyes he scanned the ceiling,almost the entire ceiling of this area was glass. It swirled into various patterns. The walls were decorated with Galbatorix's various achievements.

'The vanities of man' he mused among the various scenes, a few notable ones stood out. Among these the conquering of Iliera, the fall of Vrael. He continued scanning the walls. His back stiffened at what he gazed upon. A scene depicting Oromis and Glaedr behind bars of steel. What would his old masters think of his plans? He spat bah what could they say? Glaedr had Eragon shatter his Eldunari after he finally answered his calls. No if the elders were allowed their grief he would be allowed his. He would spread it among those at fault and only one remained.

Getting up and striding to the entrance of the palace,he used magic to amplify his voice. He roared above all sounds of battle " Soldiers of the empire your king is slain abandon your arms! No harm shall come to you this day belongs to the Varden"! Tossing Galbatorix's head down the stairs leading to the palace. The only sound that could be heard,were cheers from both sides and swords banging on shields. He strode back into the throne room reseated himself on the throne. He stretched out his legs,arms behind his head closing his eyes he waited.

It took them longer then he thought. He had been sitting on the throne for hours now. He continued his state of half asleep. Until the scent of crushed pine cones reached him. It was still as alluring as the first day he met her. It wasn't until Murtagh's earthy smell invaded his senses did he crinkled his nose. Muttering "took you long enough" he cracked one eye open to look at the three. Murtagh, Nasuada and of course Arya. All of them stood before him with some sort of entitlement in their bearing. Arya the first to speak "you couldn't see fit to rid the room of his blood and body? Or to seek us out?" He closed his one eye. He ignored her completely instead eyed Murtagh. He shifted under his gaze, a smirk took over Eragons face. He simply stared him down till Murtagh looked away. Giving a short laugh of amusement.

He threw his legs off the side of the throne and leaned back, "so what can I do for you Nasuada"? Fury flashed through Arya's eyes at being completely ignored. "Erago..." She began but he was in no mood to hear her rambling. Without a glance he cast a spell to silence her.

He non nonchalantly muttered "silence elf".

She was fully enraged she moved to draw her sword, he again without thought bound her. Her pride had worn down on him. Always she acted above him, with an air of superiority. He was growing tired of it, he grew tired of Elves in general. Always expectant,always hypocritical they were nothing more then wolves on the prowl. Always looking to ensnare one more in their traps.

He laughed to himself "now that we have that sorted go on Nasuada".

Before Eragon could react Nasuada was screeching at him "You dare! Release her this instant".

He just yawned this was getting to be very amusing he let slip a single word "No". She puffed up she seemed twice the size of her small stature. Stoic mask replaced she started anew

" As your liege lord I command you to release her now"!

This is what he waited for to throw it all back in their faces. He turned his gaze to Murtagh he stood there chalk white hand gripped on the pommel of Zar'roc. Shaking with unspoken fury but yet he did not challenge Eragon. He couldn't contain himself no longer he burst out loud in laughter his deep insane maniacal laughter.

'So my brother is yet a coward? Will he never change he never opposed Galbatorix. He hadn't even fought back when forced to strike down Saphira'. When he was done he wiped the tears from his eyes looked at them, they stood there looking at him. They looked at him as if he had lost his mind. 'I probably have.. grief does that to a person. Add that to a life of solitude I am the end result he pondered to himself. Turning his back to them he stood looking at the moon through the glass ceiling. Hands behind his back, he spoke in a soft gentle tone "The Varden were made to combat the evil king Galbatorix. They were made for this sole purpose. Meaning when I struck him down,the Varden had ceased to exist in being". Turning back towards them and their shocked expressions. He continued "as of then I am a free man. And you Nasuada are no more then another pest. But rejoice for you completed your fathers task. Other than that I have nothing more to say. To any of you" he added as an afterthought.

What was that expression that crossed Arya's face? Betrayal,anger or hatred? What did it matter? She made it clear she would not have him. He released Arya and without saying another word he propelled them out of the throne room. The massive doors slammed behind them shielding the broken soul within. With them gone it was time to grieve and plan. Then he would begin his revenge upon his "brother". The though felt like poison running through his veins.

So whatcha guys think? This is just a snippet of what i am working on its a lot longer then this it should be around 125k~150k. Review please i know this is a bit unedited and some mistakes here and there but this was a bit of a dabble just a small scene from part of what i will be writing its gonna be darker and explore what would happen if Eragon wasn't so uncorrupted