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Chapter 2
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The child without a name grew up to be the hand
To watch you, to shield you or kill on demand
The choice he'd made he could not comprehend
His blood a grim secret they had to command
He's torn between his honour and the true love of his life
He prayed for both but was denied
So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed
Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind?
So many years have past, who are the noble and the wise?
Will all our sins be justified?
The curse of his powers tormented his life
Obeying the crown was a sinister price
His soul was tortured by love and by pain
He surely would flee but the oath made him stay
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~Shin Makoku~
A divine place where everything are magical.
A holy place visited by the Gods.
Majestic.
Vast.
Dignified.
Everlasting.
Eternal.
Pure.
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A world full of secret...
Of
Pain & Sorrow
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He looks at the vast green land; it was reach in soil and grass. Trees are everywhere. Flowers of different kinds and colors are abundant and wild. Growing from the roads, to the cliffs and everywhere his eyes have laid. The mountains are enormous; there are mountains that have white – snow – on top of them, meaning a cold region.
Everything his eyes have touches are beautiful, peaceful and serene. The Lord of the Netherworld speaks the truth; it was a sight to behold for him this land looks so small but everything is magnificent. Its as if Shin Makoku is a world of Divine Region - the birthland of the Gods.
Standing at the cliff where he feasts his eyes with the surrounding, he can hear children laughing, music, singing and the everyday lives of normal people. He can hear people's laughter and he can see banners of different Coat of Arms are flashing through the villages.
The merriment of the people are apparent in their gesture, in the way they treat their visitors.
And this is the land of mixed breeds.
Mazoku and Non-Mazoku.
Demons and Humans.
So this is SHIN MAKOKU.
His father told him a great deal about this land.
A land of elemental power and peace. A land so divine that no other place could be compared too.
Shin Makoku… the land of his Ada.
A world so bright and full of laughter – different to their home... The Netherworld.
A century – no millennia of difference.
The Netherworld is a world he can say similar to this Shin Makoku, but everything is somehow grander – more perfect or to be more precise - the majestic land of Shin Makoku differs with the magnificence of the Netherworld.
For the Netherworld, is the home to many creatures that while very like animals and Mazoku's and humans are immensely more potent and dangerous. The trees there grow larger – larger than the eldest of sequoias trees his Ada shows him in one of his drawings and the animals are gargantuan. The plants grew twice or more bigger and at the same time more dangerous. A simple rose in the Netherworld can either relax you or petrify you. The animals can either cuddle you or eat you within a blink of an eye.
Of course, this does not mean the Netherworld is a place of natural splendour on a massive scale. The dangers of the mortal world are written large there as well: mountains are taller, storms are more destructive, and predators are as perfected as their prey.
The difference is in a large scale.
He inhales the air…
It's very clean; he can feel and breathes it. In the Netherworld, even though he is located at the tallest mountain, he can still smells it – the reek of war and blood and power…
The bloodlust of every Warlords and Kings who demanded a high place on his Great Father's dominion. His Great Father that so many Kings would want to have.
This land is very different from his beloved land.
The land of his father – the Netherworld.
He didn't like to leave the place but duty and honor dictates that he came here in Shin Makoku – to be precised to Blood Pledge Castle to deliver a very important treasure.
His father, Genesis – the Lord of the Netherworld, has give him the honor of giving the treasure in his place. Truth be told, he believes that his father just doesn't want to leave his Ada – Wolfram von Bielefeld alone.
He shrugged his shoulders.
Whatever the thing is – once he delivers the treasure – he sure is hell going to get out of here. The place might be beautiful but this is not Genesis' land.
He had read his Ada's journal, and he isn't fond of the Demon King. No matter if his Ada praised him and told him that the Maou was a powerful and kindhearted King, no one can ever replace Genesis in his vision.
Genesis Septuagint – now that is a real King.
A true blooded Demon Beast King that rules the Netherworld with great power, leadership, and care.
He knows many fears his Father, many have attempted to kill him, annihilate the Line of the Kings – but Genesis' power and his personality can never be taken over.
He is power itself.
A King to behold.
He had defeated so many Warlords, Kings and Gods that many have great respect and afraid of him.
He remembered his Ada's Journal, regarding Genesis.
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In a time of ancient Gods, Warlords, and Kings,
A land in turmoil cried out for a hero.
He was Genesis, a mighty Demi-God forged in the heat of battle.
He has the power.
The passion.
The danger.
His courage changed the world...
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The journal of his Ada was full of adventure and the records of the Great War of Genesis and Wolfram. The history books are full of their name – how the two fought side by side with great force. Both of his father are written in history books as the 'Warrior of the Heart', 'The Battle of the Rune Gods', 'The Eve of the Apocalypse', 'The Dawn of Demi-Gods and Lions', books are overflowing and history was written with splendor.
They fought so bravely for 15 years and brought peace in the land.
Peace...
A word never been associated with the Netherworld.
Netherworld was never a world of peace and sanctuary.
It was a war's world.
Its as of the Gods have gather all the powerful beings in one single land and there - they have fought for power and leadership. For the one who seats at the High King's Chair is the only one to be bowed upon.
But when Genesis claimed Wolfram and the two side by side ruled and mend the ways of the land… miracles it was said.
But peace and serenity did come.
Children can play outside, laugh and rejoice.
People once more gave prayers and give thanks to their Gods.
It was but a miracle that the Netherworld can be called a home to so many.
He respected his Ada and his Great Father for that.
Ada's words were always in his mind: 'I've wanted a place where my children can live and smile and play. I would do anything to protect their life. For one thing is for sure – there is only one place called home and that is family. Protecting my children's children and their smile.'
Wolfram von Bielefeld was known through out their world as the 'Divine Flame', 'Demon Fire Prince', but his special favorite was Genesis own name to his Ada:'Wolfram, the Lion Heart'
'Ernil, we have to get going. The missive is very important and though I want us to stay more time here – your Atar needs you back as soon as possible.'
He didn't glance around to know who is talking.
The giant of a man speaking is his father's right hand man – the Legendary Orden, from the family of The Fael. They are the mighty and wise Lords of the Netherworlds and answerable only to his Father. They are what you call Loyal and Just, thus earning them the title Fael, Great Sage of the Netherworld.
The Fael are great men, wise and knowledgeable – but of gigantic size. Orden stood seven feet tall and with his height even of five feet and nine inches, Orden dwarfed him. Children are afraid of his size, but he is what he calls a Gentle Giant. Orden was always there for him, since his birth – Orden sees to it that no harm – not even a tiny speck of dust befalls him. The others call him 'Nanny' for he worries too much about him.
'Aye. I will just need to deliver the treasure to the Maou and his daughter,' he didn't glance back when he said that, instead he feasted his eyes on the Land. He would never have a chance again to see his Ada's world. When he had delivered the treasure, he would go back. He doesn't want to stay and know Wolfram's family. His only family is Genesis and the Five Knights.
'Ernil, are you sure that the five of us is all that needed?' this time he glance around and smirk. Ivaran, of the Blooddrinker.
'I cant believe I am hearing this from you Ivaran,' he can hear the others chuckles with that comment.
Ivaran only shook his head – he knows why his Ernil would say that – Ivaran, just like Orden is a giant but has a terrible reputation in their world.
Just one word that Ivaran of the Blooddrinker's Family would be at the front battle line, all would shudder in fear. He is a powerful, skilled and fierce warrior with bloody red hair – rumors has it that his hair was once black – but because of the number of creatures, humans and gods alike he killed, his hair was painted red and so was his eyes. He is known as the 'Demon Eyes Iva'
'Well, maybe Ivaran is catching up with his age – living all that time – beings senile isn't bad Iva. Just accept it and hand me over Galaren and will be even,' Laughter follows that and he watches when a mean punch from Ivaran was thrown to the man who jokingly insulted him.
'Who is just being senile here Larckwen? Me or you who cant even handle three ladies at one go.' Larckwen blushed and throws a mean punch and with mean curse. He winced when he heard a grunt and a paw. Maybe it would frightened even a man when two giants throw punches at each other.
Larckwen of the Rangers of the North, also known as the Dúnedain of the North, were the descendants of the Dúnedain or known mostly as the Men of the West. The Rangers were grim in life, appearance, and dress, choosing to wear rusty green and brown. The Rangers of the Grey Company, led by his Father's Wise Wizard were dressed in dark grey cloaks and openly wore a silver brooch shaped like a pointed star during the War.
And Larckwen being one of their descendants looks so intimidating and his roguish and rough appearance doesn't help. But within that beard and moustache – Larckwen has the gentlest of smile and voice, when he chooses to sing.
He felt warm hands covers his ears. 'All of you piece of barbarians! Ernil is here! You two loud couth can just drop dead already!'
The two giants currently stop fighting seeing the beautiful Averan glares at them. He holds Averan's hands and glares at him.
'Ave! I'm no longer a child!'
'Says who? You are only 15 summers and I would not have you traveled here if it weren't the King's order.' Averan huffs and glares at the surrounding.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. He once more glances at the bright Land of Shin Makoku. The sun is high but a cold whiff of the breeze gently passes by.
Averan of the Keep. He is from the lineage of the Glories. The Glories are beings of light, air, and fire, bordering upon the angelic. They glow so brightly that their true form is difficult to discern, though they resemble exceptionally tall humans with feathery wings. They are all but impossible for a normal human to defeat, and the death of a Glory releases an air elemental many times stronger than that of an Air Wizard.
Averan is what they call a half Glories. He is the result of a Full Blooded Glories having mated with a Humans. Averan is tall, but not gigantic tall, more like fairy tall, slender and unlike Glories, he has no wings, but he does glow, like he has a majestic aura that surrounds him. His beautiful off white long hair and sapphire blue eyes always has a way to astonished people – man, Gods, Beast alike.
Averan is special to him. If Orden is his nanny, then Averan is his 'Mother'. The others fear Averan and respect him, not only because of his ancestry but also because he holds great power amongst them.
'What's the fuss all about? Again you two? The hell is the King thinking sending you two with us – we come here to deliver a message not to destroy Shin Makoku!'
He chuckles when he saw his uncle emerges from the bushes. Walking like a splendor God of the night – Draken of The Knights Equitable.
The Knights Equitable are an order of knights and force soldiers who have forsworn their loyalties to their kings and lords. Instead, they organize in a loose brotherhood under a High Marshal, and hold themselves to a general devotion to eliminate evil from the world. No man in the Knights Equitable is a "lord" to another in the order, though they do have ranks, which anyone may advance through by merit, not birth.
He had asked once why Draken had agree to give up his Loyalty to Genesis, the man answered with great pride: 'Thus I can protect him without being bound to anyone. Your father is a great Demi-God. But in order for me to know his enemies and protect even his shadows, I need to be a Knight with no alliance to any Kingdom.'
And as the only son of The Great King and Prince Consort – he, Lord Wulfric Von Bielefeld Septuagint is to be protected and respected as like to the King. But he earn those respect and their gentleness. He was not some pampered brat that whines and spoiled.
They have respected him as the son of the two brave warriors when he himself save lives.
At a young age, he learns that every living creatures deserves to live and to enjoy life. He have no qualms of destroying those who oppose the peace and who in their jealous feat destroys families and laughter.
He glances at his five warriors and guardians.
Whoever may saw them would surely run of fright and cowardliness. For no man nor beast can stay and not be petrify at the sight.
Five Gigantic Beautiful Warriors of Noble arrogance and astute.
He chuckles softly when the five are now arguing. Being with them is so much fun, this is his family. This is one of those rare occasions that Genesis allows him to wander far from home. Well, this is not just far from home more like – worlds apart form home.
In Netherworld, Genesis would allow him to travel from places but in his own watchful eyes, he can count in his two hands the occasions his Father would allow him to travel in a great distance. But not without the Five Guardians.
The thing that earn him their respect was also equivalent to Genesis being over protective and stubborn.
'Yare yare, and here I thought the older you get, the quieter you become – but I guess wrong! More like grumpy old men.'
He turns around and laughs aloud when a haughty sound came from Alwin.
'Enil, please give me permission to kill that blasted pet of yours,' Ivaran said while unsheathing his Blooddrinker Sword.
'Huuump! And here I also thought the more older you get the gentler you've become – when the truth is –'
'Rhaich! Shut up you blasted dragon!' That was from the three giants.
He smiles and bits his lips when Alwin only sniff arrogantly and turn its head snobs the three. Alwin flies around him and like a fur scarf, surrounds him with warmth. At a glance you would have thought he was wearing a fluffy, white scarf but in truth – around his neck is the rare Dragon of the Promise Gods.
Alwin was his Father's gift to him. Alwin is a rabbit looking dragon.
It was from the time when Genesis and Wolfram travels the Country of Indhopal. It dominates the southwest third of the continent, and much of it is known for its arid deserts. Other parts of Indhopal are rich and lush, covered in tropical rainforests.
It was said that Loci and Darkling Glories resides there, the couples brave the Region and battled the evil remnants of the place and bring home a giant egg.
No one knows what was inside the egg, but after 3 years – it hatches and Wolfram, who was then fascinated by all the creatures of Netherworld was ecstatic when the egg hatched and a cute furry creature was born.
That furry creature is a magical dragon beast that was said to be the result of the experiment of science and magic. Wolfram doesn't care what it was, for it captures his heart. It was said that Genesis even get jealous of Alwin because of the attention Wolfram has for the white furry creature.
It was loyal to Wolfram and now to him – Wulfric, the son of Genesis and Wolfram.
'Hush you lots. We didn't come here to bicker, we need to go now and I don't like this world,' Averan said and wave his hand, he doesn't like the whiff of the wind in this Land. Its as if the elements and the spirits are singing with vicious wonder. He had been feeling it since the day they've open a portal to come here. Averan as of the Glories, though half, have as much power and insight of the elemental surroundings.
The air whispers something – something of the arrival of the Fated One.
'Enil, how should we approach the castle?' Orden asked Wulfric. He may be the youngest amongst them but his decision and his command are what they follow.
'The usual to us highlanders – the front,' Wulfric arrogantly grins.
His five guardians gave knowing smiles and devilish grins.
They have been observing the Castle for two days now and they haven't seen the Maou out, and with the looks of the soldiers it looks like the Castle is on high alert.
And what would happen if Five Giants of no known ancestry comes upon them?
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There is a secret
That I have hidden away somehow
Where and how it started
I don't even remember
But it's for you
Are you thinking the same as me?
That's what I'm most curious of
Even now
If you're confused
On whether it's love or not
Just hug me, without a worry
If your heart is racing, it's love
Then will you confess to me?
I'm right here next to you
Why are you ignoring me, avoiding me?
In case you hear it
I was hitting my heart
Because of the sound of it pounding
If you're confused
On whether it's love or not
Just hug me, without a worry
If your heart is racing, it's love
Then will you confess to me?
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~Blood Pledge Castle.
The Study Room of the Maou. ~
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The study room is gloomy.
As far as Conrart and Gwendal were concerned.
Heavy black curtains drape the windows. Everything that was once bright and colorful vanished at the study room.
Its been dark and gloomy just like the Young Demon King seating at the high chair with his eyes glancing at the window.
Both of them knew that Shibuya Yuuri listens to their conversation but always his mind, half of his mind is elsewhere.
How many years has it been already?
Five?
Ten?
Fifteen?
Fifteen going on Sixteen years of terrible pain.
They were startled when Shibuya Yuuri spoke, without even looking at them.
'What are the news from the south?'
Gwendal nods and laid out the documents at the table for signing and reviewing, 'Heika, there isn't any conflict with the proposal you've made for them, they seems to be enthusiast for the new construction of the ShinMa Hospital and with you attending the event will highlight it more.'
They have talked about it for more than a year. The creation of a hospital for the Mazoku and Humans were argued and organized by the Ten Nobles.
Lord Densham was excited about it and so were Lord Von Gyllenhaal and Lord Von Wincott, though they have voiced out their concerns.
If they were to built a hospital open to all, wouldn't it create chaos?
Wouldn't it allow Humans to suspiciously bring over Houseki Stone and bring down a injured Mazoku?
All of them had views – negative and positive regarding the matter.
And so, Murata Ken, the Soukoku no Daikenja had help them to resolute the matter.
He had asked for volunteers from Caloria and Shinou's Temple too.
The guards assign are a few of the old one in the Temple, the Divine and cannot be pursued Female Guards and that the Healers will come not only on the Shin Makoku part but also from the humans.
It would help each other to know one's knowledge.
Along side that Hospital, they have built a small school for Healers, welcome to all Origins and ancestries.
They have not put limit who would want to learn.
Humans, Half Humans and Mazoku's are all welcome.
Gisela was the appointed teacher and so was Greta.
Two different women of Origins but with one common goal.
In helping each other.
In giving a hand to who needed it.
The Castle is on high alert for a moment, various Nobles, Aristocrats from the Human and Mazoku's alike are going to visit the Unveiling of the Hospital and School mock-up inside the Blood Pledge Castle's third layer.
Guests have arrived since yesterday. Taverns and Inns at the village have been fully booked – much to the delight of the villagers. It would boost their trade.
'You have arranged everything I presume? Who else are we waiting for?'
'Gunter have already double check the guest list. Hahaue has her own list being added, though its being screened by Gunter.'
Yuuri grinned at that. If Lady Cheri was supposed to be asked, she would have invited all single Ladies and Young Men to the Event for his sake.
But Gunter was there to do the screening which suits him perfectly.
He doesn't need any one. He glances once more at the window… looking out there… looking… feeling…
Maybe he would be back…
How many years had he been saying that?
How many days had he stared out there, waiting – waiting for the Heavens to open and a shining arrogant and haughty Angelic Demon would emerge and smiles at him?
How many sleepless night had he been having?
Yearning for the warmth that he had shunned terribly?
How many flowers have he had laid on a Demon Prince's room?
How many hours had he stared at those ridiculous painting of cubism?
How many… tears had he had spent?
All in all Fifteen Years and going on its Sixteenth a few days from now.
The day his fiancé had left him and marry someone else.
'Yuuri!' Conrart said in a loud voice that got his attention.
'Huh? Sorry Conrad what is it?'
Conrart smiles knowingly, 'Will you be taking Greta or Lady Helene?'
'My daughter.'
Conrart smiles and nods.
'Then we will be going now, please prepare yourself before Gunter came running once again. Your clothes have been laid out by the maids at your chamber.'
Yuuri nods and said a small thank you at Conrart.
'Here's you speech. Gunter composed it and I've revised it. Next time, do not go to Gunter if you are asking for speeches. Let me be the one to help you. That man has put so many nonsense and history at a one go that would make me even asleep,' Gwendal twitch his eyebrow with that. Conrart and Yuuri chuckles.
'Sorry Gwendal. I was out of time and Gunter was there. Don't worry it wont happen again.'
Gwendal and Conrart nods and turns to leave the room.
Conrart glance once more before closing the door.
Yuuri is once again looking out the window. His eyes so far away.
The room is gloomy.
The room is dark.
But one thing looks bright – a single Beautiful Wolfram atop the Maou's table.
Its shining yellow flower glows.
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Gwendal and Conrart walks out of the study room and silently walks the corridor.
Maids are everywhere, scattered with linens on their arms, flowers, vases, carts and so on.
Soldiers give salutes and bow at them when they passed.
It's a busy day for Blood Pledge Castle.
Today is the unveiling of the Mock-Up Hospital and School and everyone are busy with their respected jobs.
'I guess Lady Helene's attempt to lure the Maou in matrimony fails,' Gwendal said to his brother.
Conrart smiles sadly, 'Well this is not the first. He had all but snob all the Lady's come ons to him.'
'But Geika said he has girlfriends.'
'On earth. It is less complicated, whereas here – all they are after is his Kingdom.'
'He become wise at that area.'
Conrart smiles once more, but without humor, 'He is wise. He become an adult in an instant Gwen.'
'Yeah he did, but it was too late. He grew up instantly when our baby brother was taken away from us.'
Conrart can only cast his head down.
Gwendal still has a twinge of anger inside of him
Even though Yuuri had become a powerful, wise and just King – Gwendal still blames Yuuri for the lost of his baby brother.
Its alright for him if Yuuri didn't marry Wolfram, hell it was so fine with him that Yuuri haven't had the hots for his baby brother, but to completely ignore the engagement and his baby brother is another matter. Because of the pain in Wolfram's heart, he had made a sudden decision to leave Shin Makoku and go to whatever the hell was that place.
He had known from the start, when Wolfram was still a fledging bringing home a beautiful white wolf-like creature on their home that his fate was forever will change.
He had known that creature was not what it seems.
Though it was cute – he wasn't able to smile nor look at it with adoration. He had felt in his heart a sudden spasm of dread – that – the creature would someday take his baby brother.
Wolfram as a fledging told them the name of that wolf-like creature was Gene.
They were awed at its beauty, for they have never seen anything like it.
But then after a week and half he had found out why he never likes the creature – cute it may be.
The creature did save Wolfram but in saving his baby brother, both have exchanged blood and a pact has been made.
It was unbreakable – but it lies to Wolfram if it is breakable or unbreakable.
Him, Conrart and his Hahaue were the only people who know of that Blood Promise. But only Wolfram and Genesis has knowledge of the Promise, the context of the Blood Promise.
'He had the flower in his table once again,' Conrart said to him breaking his thoughts.
He nodded. 'Beautiful Wolfram.'
'Hahaue had been overwhelmed when she saw the single flower at Yuuri's desk. Sometimes we would see all of our flowers there, but still a single Beautiful Wolfram was noticeable.'
Gwendal shrugged his shoulders and almost bumped into a running Gunter.
'What's the ruckus Gunter. You are running like the Maou in his younger days, my I remind you that no running on the corridor!'
'Says who?! You? Then don't run when Anissina comes after you!' Gunter said with a tired huff.
Conrart chuckles when Gwendal blushed and murmured, 'That's a different matter.'
'Well anyway, His Majesty? Is he prepared? His in his formal attire I presume?'
'No. I did told him to fix his clothes-'
'HEIKA!' Conrart wasn't able to finish his sentence when Gunter all but run towards the Study Room of the Maou, maids and soldiers chuckles and shook their head.
They've walk once again in silence.
To many – almost to all people who have known and will see Shibuya Yuuri – the Maou of Shin Makoku, they will be astonished to how friendly and sweet he is.
Shibuya Yuuri will smile and be cajole to everyone.
He gains reputation as a Just and Brave and Kind Hearted Demon King.
He inspires millions, he had helped thousands and he is what Wolfram would be proud of.
A real good warm Demon King.
What Wolfram always wanted.
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But few, only a close few knew that everything is a mask.
A mask of great splendor.
Before, it was their baby brother - Wolfram von Bielefeld was what they have called 'Demon in a Mask' for he hides everything inside of him. He hides his hurt feelings, his pain, his suffering, and his injuries – physical and emotional. He had been a master of disguising every feelings with a snort, a hump and his bratty attitude.
But now, Shibuya Yuuri mastered it… For fifteen years, Yuuri had mastered to conceal his real feelings. His real sadness and his real pain.
The pain of losing someone so dear, someone so precious… someone he love.
It was too late for him.
Even as the Great Maou he can't do anything.
When Wolfram vanished with Genesis, the Yuuri as the Maou tried his best, almost destroying Shinou's Temple to locate Wolfram and to demand to Shinou to let him get Wolfram.
But as Shinou had said, only Genesis has the power to open that portal to the Netherworld. He can only open the path to Shin Makoku and Earth, aside from that – he has no power over other places.
Shin Makoku rained for a week, heavily, almost destroying their country and people.
Shibuya Yuuri wouldn't get out of his Chamber.
Heavy rains.
Clouds, Mist.
Thunder and Lighting.
Even the Earth shook.
Yuuri had mastered in controlling the elements… except for one.
Fire.
It eluded him
Its as if Fire itself wouldn't want anything to do with the Maou.
Fire wouldn't bend to his command.
It wouldn't hear his prayers.
For one whole week, the world of Shin Makoku was facing apocalypse.
Everyone prayed.
And the following morning, a bright beautiful sun emerges from the mountains and brings forth hope.
The rain had stopped.
The waters were drained.
The trees sparkled with life.
Everything was so beautiful it's as if after the destruction come the creation.
Yuuri emerges from his chamber and bows to them with apology.
They have forgiven him.
They all too felt the lost…
They have no idea what have stopped Yuuri, what have made him see reasons and smile once more.
They all don't know, except him.
The Nazukeoya.
He had found the letter on Yuuri's bed, when the Maou apologized to everyone. There lie in the bed a white pristine looking parchment with a beautiful script hand writing of his baby brother.
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'Yuuri,
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Be a Good King.
That is all I ever wished for you.
You are what Shin Makoku needs.
Give her what she had lost – smiles of the children and peace.
Don't make my brothers fight in an endless battle.
Don't let my Hahaue be alone in a cold night.
Don't make Greta an orphan once more.
Create a world of bright hope.
Take care.
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For always your friend,
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Wolfram von Bielefeld.
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Conrart was astonished and respected Wolfram more than he had before.
Wolfram's message had stopped the end of Shin Makoku.
Yuuri did love Wolfram.
And everything that Shin Makoku was today – was not just only because of Yuuri – but because of Wolfram.
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~ Blood Pledge, Castle Entrance ~
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Shibuya Yuuri let out a tired sigh.
Everything was overdone this time – well – once again.
He should have not trust Gunter into making the Unveiling simple and well, just simple.
Everything was so grand.
Garlands of flowers are everywhere, hanging on the balcony, on the window, hugging the columns of the Castle. Black and Royal Blue velvet silk was the motif.
He smiles at that, for so many years now, he made certain that the Royal Blue would never leave his sight. His bedchamber has Royal Blue linens and pillows.
The Unveiling of the Mock-Up Museum is located at the entrance of the Castle, before the 1st layer of the Castle of Blood Pledge Castle. It is known to all that Blood Pledge Castle is a castle within a castle and within a castle. There are three layers of castle that makes Blood Pledge impregnable.
Gunter wanted the model to be seen by all, and he agreed to that. He wants all visitors and guest to get a glimpse of their hard work.
The Unveiling would be here at the Entrance while the Cocktail would proceed on the 1st layer of the castle where the Ballroom is where the maids have prepared luscious and exquisite food and cakes. In entertaining guest, the 1st layer is always open to the public and visitors.
'Daddy!'
Yuuri smiles and held out his hand when Greta came running to him like a child. He smiles at how beautiful and tall Greta had become.
Wearing a empire cut gown that reaches the floor, Greta smiles at Yuuri and clasped Yuuri's hand.
'Thank Shinou you choose me. I thought you would choose Lady Helene,' Greta pouted at that and glance behind her, looking if the Lady were present.
Yuuri chuckles, ' You don't like her.'
'Duh no! C'mon daddy! That lady is a tramp! She came here boasting that you have eyes on her and finally you would forget Papa Wolf!' Greta said and gasped when she said the name.
The name... it was forbidden.
Not because it would make Yuuri angry.
But it would make him… sad.
'Greta, no one will ever replace your Papa to me. For always he will never be replace.'
Greta nodded and smiles, glad that her daddy wasn't upset and sad when she mentions her papa's name.
She misses him.
Misses him so much.
Wolfram was her papa and no one, not even any woman can replace him in her heart and mind.
It was childish thought of her wanting a mother, someone who would pat her head and cradle her, one of the many women that Yuuri accompanied reveals to her that all they ever wanted was the Kingdom.
It was one of those nights when those special sweet ladies would pamper her and take her to sleep, she was awaken when she felt she was alone and would like to thank the lady when she heard something that make her angry and cry:
'Dammit! That hideous child was so hard to pamper! She can't even sleep without me reading something to her! Argh! If it weren't for Maou Heika, I wouldn't want to associate myself with that Human Brat!'
She cried to her sleep that night.
Wolfram – Wolfram was a Prince, he was a full-blooded Mazoku but she had never heard those words in his lips. She had known that he was before against humans. But when it comes to her he will always smile and cuddles her. She knows it because she heard him one time:
'Yuuri! You spineless Wimp! Where have you been?! Playing baseball again! Have you forgotten that today was the promise day you made to Greta! Argh! I'd like to fry you! She was being brave and all to me, not wanting me to see her cry! But she's upset, I can see it through her eyes! How could you!'
'Gome! Gome! Wolf! I totally forgot!'
'You listen here Wimp, make sure that every time you promise something to my daughter, you keep it! Or else I would have no qualms at kicking your arse and fry you extra crispy!'
'Wolf, you… you were never interested with humans before… why are you so different with Greta?'
'Is that even a question to ask? Greta is special. She is my daughter!'
'She's mine you know.'
'Regardless of the circumstance, she's super cute and I wouldn't let anything hurt her.'
She saw Wolfram blushed and when Yuuri chuckles, Wolfram pouts his lips and grits an angry teeth at Yuuri and turns around with a hump.
That was the most beautiful memory she had of Wolfram.
Wolfram was the only 'Mother' she wanted and she learns in her young mind to see through a person's real motive.
Anissina taught her that.
And she became a Lady who can never be pursued with a simple flower or words.
The castle had dubbed her 'Wolfram's Offspring'
For she alone had grown to mimic's Wolfram's HUMP! And gestures.
Yuuri would suddenly laugh and say in more than occasion, 'You are so like your Papa Wolf.'
She smiles.
She may not be Wolfram's blood daughter, but she is Wolfram's daughter.
No questions ask.
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~The unveiling ~
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Silence had come.
Shibuya Yuuri, the 27th Maou of Shin Makoku descends the stairs and looks into each and everyone standing before him.
He smiles at his daughter and Lady Cheri.
He knows that this is one of those rare occasions that he would stand and gave a speech. He seldom gave it, Murata Ken was always his front liner.
Everyone was looking at the very Young Maou of Shin Makoku. As always he has that impeccable smile and as the years goes by, Royalty and Nobility.
He had let his hair grow. His Royal Clothes are no more like the usual uniform they seem oh yes, it is still Black and all but with more Regality of a Noble and Prestige.
He bows and his speech begun:
'People of Shin Makoku and Far away Land, I am delighted to welcome you to Shinou's Great Kingdom, and particularly to Shin Makoku, on your visit as contributors, sponsors and guest. I recall with great pleasure the memorable welcome you have bestowed upon me, with visiting your Lands... I am most grateful to all of you for receiving, over the years, a number of members of my family and friends with such warm hospitality... Much has changed in the world during the nearly twenty years since I have ruled, in this country, we deeply appreciate the involvement of the each individual in the dramatic improvement in the situation of our facilities and of our children's benefit. The past had made us suffer, Great Wars created barriers and sadness... All of your presence here today reminds us of our common heritage, and of the Mazoku contribution to the encouragement of world peace, and to the economic and social development of the less prosperous countries of the world...'
Yuuri looks at the faces before him... and like before he wished he could see a familiar Demon Blonde... but none ever show.
'We are all aware of the special contribution of the Ten Nobles and Caloria particularly in its ministry to the poorest and most deprived members of society, its care for the homeless and for the education provided by its extensive network of schools... Heritage… lineages… ancestries… have always been a crucial element in national identity and historical self-consciousness. This has made the relationship between the different faiths a fundamental factor in the necessary cooperation within and between nation states. It is, therefore, vital to encourage a greater mutual, and respectful understanding. We know from experience that through committed dialogue, old suspicions can be transcended and a greater mutual trust established...'
Yuuri wished that the Demon Prince with a luxurious Blonde hair is here to see him. To witness how he speaks to the people of this world.
'I know that reconciliation was a central theme in the life of Shinou Heika... A man who struggled with doubt and uncertainty, his contribution to the understanding of each Origin. I am pleased that your visit will also provide an opportunity to deepen the relationship between the Mazoku's and the Humans... My mother, in recent times has said that 'differences and beliefs can never become vehicles of hatred, that never by invoking the name of God can evil and violence be justified'. Today, in this country, we stand united in that conviction. We hold that freedom to worship is at the core of our tolerant and democratic society...'
Where are you Wolfram? He was saying his speech but deep inside of his heart, words are different.
'May this small opening of the Hospital and School would be the bridge that gaps each and everyone's cynical understanding. May this be the start of common knowledge and reconciliation. May this be the start of a New Beginning to all of us... After all, we are but have one life… yes long life span to Mazoku's and ordinary span life to Humans – but all in all – a one life... We must not live with regret and hatred. Let's live with happiness that it can bring small smiles to our children's children... Let this be the start... On behalf of the people of Shin Makoku, I wish you a most fruitful and memorable visit.'
I wish you can hear me... you can see me... you can feel me... I miss you...
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Everyone looks at the Maou with astonished respect and wonder.
Yuuri was standing before them like they have never known or have seen.
Gunter was speechless, 'Oh Heika! You are truly divine!'
Lady Cheri smiles and wipe a sweet single tear that fall from her eyes. 'Thank you Yuuri.'
Yozak at his usual place in his hiding whistles softly. 'Way to go Kiddo.'
Anissina and Gisela nodded with approval, 'He had grown.'
Gwendal in his rare occasions smiles and Conrart cant be more prouder of that, 'Did you revised that?'
'No. It was all Heika's. All his.' Conrart said and gave his elder brother a smile. A proud smile.
Shinou and Murata Ken at the Temple raised their eyebrows and was somewhat proud, 'Losing someone makes you think and re-evaluate everything.'
Shibuya Yuuri addresses his speech without notes.
He had become a fully developed Demon King who addressed his people with pride.
He smiles once more and bows and people cheers.
People of different blood and origins glance at one another and shake hands and smiles at each other.
In the small speech of the Maou Heika, he had broken down the barriers and each skepticism.
He had made that one, actually he didn't even look at Gwendal and Gunter's notes. He had not wanted too.
He had been planning for so long a way to bring Wolfram's dreams come true.
He had wanted to make Wolfram proud of him, wherever he may be.
One day, Wolf will come back and smiles at him and with that beautiful bright voice, 'Wimp! Took you so long to be a proper King! Hump!'
He had planned everything, a small start to bridge the gap.
Murata Ken smiles at Yuuri's speech. It was rare for him to speak like that, also without the Advisor and Administrator's notes.
He was proud of his friend, he had started it all, from a small school for kids – Mazoku and Humans. Agriculture, Humanitarian, everything that would bring Humans and Mazoku's closer.
'Thank you once again. Let us unveil our Hospital and School'
The unveiling was about to start when a sudden scream let out.
'HELP! Kyaaaa! Monsters!'
Everyone turns around and saw at the Entrance of the Castle, five hooded Giants with clothes they have never seen before.
Gwendal and Conrart moves up the stairs and surrounded Yuuri.
Gunter was at the foot of the stairs, Hube guards Greta and Gisela.
'Hush! What a loud screech that was!' they heard a giant speaking, it was of Mazoku language but with different accent.
The guards who had thought something was amiss and was surprised by the Giants hurriedly draw their swords.
'Don't-!' Yuuri shouted but it was too late.
The guards attacked and what a joke it has been. The first of the Five Giants just wave his hand and a sword so gigantic emerge.
'Don't kill.' They have all heard that.
'Aye Ernil.'
The giant just swat the soldiers like a mere insects.
More soldier's approaches this time with draw swords and powerful Maryoku.
The one with a light silvery white hooded cloth sprang forward and they heard him whispered:
'amatora idesta imente adeta
asora imita iya
solte miya adeta
sora imenta
iserme itense amiya
canta imente adeto
itense asama miya
sama miya ama mita
tense miya diya'
The swords suddenly become heavy and some screams as if in pain.
'Stop!' Shibuya Yuuri shouted, he doesn't want war! He knows that songs - its the familiar song that destroys his dreams. But they have to stop.
They have attacked someone without proper introduction of who or what their purpose.
They have attacked!
For fear of the Hooded Giants.
'Stop this nonsense at once!'
Suddenly an enormous Water Serpents emerge from each of the Castle and stops his soldiers from committing any more crime.
'So that is his Power.'
'Ivaran. Stop.'
They have heard that once more, but to who had it come from were unknown.
The voice was small, so familiar and so sweet, that it surely doesn't belong to the Five Hooded Giants.
'Who are you people and what have you come here from?' Yuuri spoke with authority. The summoning of his Water Ryuu made his eyes go into slits, but then he doesn't need to change more – he is the Maou. One and truly Maou of Shin Makoku.
The white hooded Giant raise his hand, 'We've come in peace and with an important message to the 27th Maou of Shin Makoku.'
'I am the Maou of Shin Makoku. What have you come from?'
The white hooded Giant bows and carefully remove his hood and many gasped.
Even Gunter will pale in comparison.
What is before them is a creature so divine looking. So beautiful, its as if the beauty can blind them.
'I am Averan of the Five. We have come here as Guardians to our Prince. Everyone take off your hood and be known to the Maou. We do not mean to fight nor issue a fight. We are to here guard our Prince to make his delivery to the 27th Maou of Shin Makoku and we will be on our way.'
And one by one, they have remove their hood and the people let out their breathes with astonishment.
The Five Giants are beautiful creatures with so much different features from them. They immensely manifest power and greatness.
'Who is your Prince?'
And with that they've parted… showing a small hooded creature.
Small, different in their height, this one was small, no more than five feet and nine to ten inches, unlike the five giants.
The Prince walks with arrogance in his step and when he had reached the center of the courtyard he removes his hood.
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'OH MY SHINOU!
'SHINOU HEIKA!'
'BY THE GODS!'
'HIS ALIVE!'
'HE CAME BACK!'
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Gasped and awe was everywhere.
'W-Wolfram?' Yuuri whispered with wonder.
'Wolfram!' Yuuri descends the stairs with great speed and suddenly even the five guardians haven't anticipated this, hugged their Prince so tightly.
'Wolfram! You're back! Oh God! Wolfram! Wolfam! I miss you! I miss you! Thank God you're back! Please please stay! I miss you so much Wolf!' Yuuri hugged him so tightly that he was unaware of the struggle.
'Argh! Let go you damn perverted King!' Wulfric shouted.
'Ehh?!' Yuuri was stunned. When did Wolfram ever refer to him with disrespect.
Everyone let out an exclaim of wonder.
'Ernil, please be patient. You do look alike.'
'Hump! Fine. Excuse me King, but I would much appreciated it if you let your hands go before I toast you, extra crispy!' Yuuri was stunned and was speechless with the annoyance of Wolfram's voice. And there - the eyes - those Verdure eyes shows contempt and disgust to him.
'Wh-what? Wolf?'
Wulfric untangles himself and moves back a little. The King was tall and he doesn't want to look up. He moves back to maintain an eye contact where he doesn't need to crane his neck upward.
'Wolfram von Bielefeld. The name of my Father, Husband and Faithful to my Great Father King Genesis Septuagint. I am Prince Wulfric Von Bielefeld Septuagint. The Son of the Great King of the Netherworld. I have come here to hand you my Father's treasure.'
Yuuri was stunned and his mind suddenly went blank.
Wulfric hands him a beautiful wooden box.
'What?'
Wulfric rolled his eyes, this Maou is some kind of an idiot.
'My father carved that. That is our greatest treasure.'
Yuuri without any thought opens the box.
'T-This… this is…'
'My Ada – father's hair.'
Yuuri gently raise the hair and smelled it, 'Wolfram?'
'Yes. Our greatest treasure. Wolfram von Bielefeld's hair and his last memento.'
'W-what do you mean.'
'My father's only keepsake. Before he died, he asked my Great King Father to hand over his hair to the 27th Maou of Shin Makoku and for him to hand it to his family.'
'What?!'
'Wolfram, my father is dead. I am the son born from him.'
Yuuri and the others were speechless.
Yuuri stared at the hair and at the young man who so resembles Wolfram.
Wulfric.
But everything in his heart and soul, says that Wolfram is in front of him.
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Father - Ada (ah-dah)
Mother - Naneth (nah-nehth)
Husband - Herven (hair-vehn)
Prince - Ernil (air-nill)
Flame - Lhach (lahkh)
King - Aran (ah-rahn)
Song - Linnod (leen-odd)
Song (2) - Laer (lyre)
Sorcery - Gûl (gool)
Curses! - Rhaich! (Rike!)