Henrietta, former Princess, now Queen, of Tristain, was extremely confused. After Reconquista had taken over Albion, it was clear her kingdom was next, and that their invasion most likely place in the village of Tarbes. So she had decided to take action and the army had begun its' march with her at the vanguard. But when they had arrived they found the town was already under occupation, but not by Reconquista. Instead there was a flag depicting two snakes hissing at each other.

"Rider approaching!" Henrietta focused her gaze at the man on horseback that was approaching at a surprising speed. Quickly the commoner soldiers moved into formation to protect their Queen. Soon the rider arrived and asked to be let through, stating that he was simply a messenger. She had ordered them to let him through, and he delivered his message, which led to the present.

She, Cardinal Mazarin and the four Captains of the army stood outside a tavern that had been converted into a makeshift fortress. The door opened and a young man wearing armor that bore the same image as the flag that flew over the town. "The Apocalypse is ready to see you."

The Queen raised one of her brows. "The Apocalypse?"

The man stepped aside and motioned for them to enter. "She's our commander, a stronger Mage there never was."

"T-that's heresy!" The Cardinal's shout of indignation was met with a feminine laugh... A feminine laugh that sounded very familiar to three of the mages that were present. They all watched woman dressed in armor made of some kind of black metal that Henrietta had never seen before exited the building, a helmet made of the same metal that's design was reminiscent of a dragon under her arm.

"It would be heresy if any of us followed your church. Though to be honest, it's always been more like a cult." While the Cardinal and two of the captains shouted in indignation, the other's eyes were locked on the woman's face, framed by pink hair.

"Louise?"

The Queen received a smile in response. "Hello Ann." The five followers of Founderism stared at the pink haired woman, though no one knew if it was because of her casual disregard for etiquette, or the fact that she was standing there, alive after having been missing for nearly ten years.

"L-little Louise? Is that really you?"

The younger pink haired woman turned her eyes toward the Viscount de Wardes and her smile morphed into a snarl as she drove a fist into his stomach, forcing the man to clutch his stomach and fall to his knees. "You don't get to talk to me like that after betraying my homeland and the person who was my only friend for the first fifteen years of my life."

Warde's eyes widened and he looked at his former fiancé with horror. "W-what are you talking about." His question was met with an armored knee to his face, a sickening crunch sounding when it collided with his nose as he fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

"Louise! W-what are you doing!?" Henrietta's cry of horror went unanswered as her best friend grabbed the Viscount off the ground and tossed him forward, standing over him when he sat up.

"Are you really stupid enough to think that no one would find out about how you killed the Prince of Albion when Ann sent you to save him? Did you really think that Reconquista were the only ones with spies in foreign ranks!?"

A foot pushing against his chest and then holding him in place made it almost impossible to respond. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, so you don't remember how you betrayed your Queen? Well let me remind you." She raised a hand and held up a finger. "You killed the Prince." Another finger went up. "You took his ring." Another. "You opened the castle gates and let Reconquista's soldiers in." A final finger went up. "You gave the letter that Ann sent you to retrieve to the godsdamned church!" With each finger that went up the woman had put more weight into her leg.

"Louise stop!" The young pinkette turned her head towards Henrietta and opened her mouth to respond when a shout came from one of her soldiers.

"Commander! Airships approaching! They're flying the colors of Reconquista." Louise turned toward the soldier and frowned before returning her gaze to the mage that she had pinned on the ground.

"Make no mistake Wardes, I fully intend to kill you, and I'll make you suffer when I do it. But for now, I've got a usurper to kill and a pair of rings to retrieve." She removed her foot from the mans chest before delivering a kick to his head, knocking the man out cold. She turned to the soldier who had shouted about the airships. "You! Gather the others and tell them to arm! And you two!" She pointed at another pair of soldiers. "One of you escort these four to a point where they can see my power and the power of the Order. The other one put this... Thing in a cell." The soldier nodded and started to pick the Viscount up. "No flip him over and drag him... And make sure you 'lose' your grip when you reach the top of the stairs." One of the men ran over to the unconscious Viscount and flipped him over before dragging him off. Louise turned and began to walk away when someone grabbed her shoulder.

"And where do you think you're going?" Louise turned and looked at the woman who grabbed her shoulder, the woman who gave birth to her, but had never been her mother.

"I'm going to do my duty to the Order and the people who fixed the weak, worthless, frightened child that used to be Louise de la Valliere. I'm going to show you why they call me the Apocalypse." Karin de la Valliere could only stand there in shock as her youngest daughter shook her hand from her shoulder and put on her helmet before walking off. The look in her eye, the tone of her voice... They only reflected one thing... Hatred. Pure, unrestrained hatred. The kind of hatred that could only come from one kind of being.

Her daughter had become a monster.