The bell chimed, "DING DONG DING DONG." The dark clouds that loomed over the castle grew heavier with every passing moment. Midnight was upon them. Stinging rain that welted the flesh fell in a rapid, continuous shower outside. Bursts of light illuminated the sky for brief moments, throwing hard shadows on the lonely castle. The mountains seemed to shudder as deafening claps of noise shook them to the core, making the glass of the castle windows moan and creak with a seldom seen sense of sorrow. The Great Hall was alive with laughter, candles flickering with life and joy as the hall shook with the weight of merry feet. The king and queen sat upon thrones of immense wealth, stained with the blood of their achieved power. Their armies lay in shallow graves all across Elysium, bodies strewn across buildings where wars were fought and won. They sat and they drank while the nobility of all the land joined them in their spoils.
A sudden burst of light struck the ground just outside the Great Hall, making the feet of the dancers grow still and fearful. Orange flames licked the ancient oak tree as if to comfort a grieving lover. The oak stood higher than the Hall, its branches strong and protective. Hard rain hardly touched the flames, continuing to batter against the glass windows of the castle like an angered group of captives thirsty for their freedom. The guests of the king and queen laughed at the flames, their voices rising in a haughty manner as they scolded the flames. "You will not stop us!" They screamed, their impropriety growing with the amount of fermented drink they consumed. They danced- oh, did they dance- till the meats of their feet were bleeding and their limbs grew black and blue with abuse.
The intensity of the falling rain increased as midnight drew closer, the flashes of light increased until the sky was only ever dark for a few seconds at a time. The clap of thunder shook the very building to its foundations, but the guests and the hosts seemed not to care.
"My friends! My allies! My disciples! My people! Lend me your ears!" The king stood, his breath drenched with the fumes of alcohol. He stumbled and found his royal behind back in his throne. He laughed and stood again, white and trembling fingers gripping the edge of the chair to steady himself. "Today is the day we destroyed the Gods! We are the future, not they!" He belched, falling back into his throne with a burst of laughter escaping his pompous mouth. "The Temple to Lux and Tenebrae… both hath fallen! The inhabitants of Mount Olympus are slain! We are VICTORIOUS!"
The crowd cheered, their feet stomping on the Hall's marble floor. The glass windows creaked, shattering in a blinding burst of light. Glass flew into the Great Hall, forcing the dancers to drop to their stomachs, their arms covering their heads- as if that could save them. The wings of the guests broke free of their imprisonments, covering their bodies to protect themselves. The king and queen cowered in their thrones, their wings bloodying as glass shot through them rapidly, heartlessly.