Authors Note:
Oh look how much time has passed and I still haven't killed myself. Well here's another pointless chapter for you guys to read :D I know it's been over 7 months, life was miserable and had other things to worry about but finally I am back and may even complete this goddamned story. I have read lots of other interesting fanfics in all that time and they all turn out to be happy go lucky sort. Which I despise, despite the interesting stuff it might have. Even while watching the anime ages ago. I wanted the Nobles of Halkegenia to suffer but it's not a gore or tragedy series sadly. Enough ramblings, back to the story.
Ma'aarvo was awaiting the incoming so-called Nobles and their pitiful troops of ragtag knights. The former Tristain Academy of Magic will become a battlefield littered with corpses of fools that were unfortunate enough to fall to Ma'aarvo's power.
This world was finally for his taking, he just had to make some changes. First to arrive was Karin the Heavy Wind and her Manticore Knights. Then arrived other Nobles. But as soon as they arrived, they were greeted by beings that they had never seen before in their entire pitiful life. Beings of light and darkness. These were the Dremoras, the golden Saints and the Daedra. They were armed with greatswords just as colored as them.
Then all hell broke loose. They were ordered by Ma'aarvo to attack anyone approaching and so they did. All of the pitiful Nobles lay dead except for a few. Those few being Karin and her peers. But they were injured heavily, grief of the loss of her youngest brat burned her from inside. And yet she could do nothing. Meanwhile Ma'aarvo was watching all this drama in a Magical Orb while sitting in late Headmaster's Office. He gave an order to the beings that he had summoned to stop attacking. He recognized this woman as someone related to the pinkette mage that brought him to this world. In a way he was grateful to the late midget pinkette, because otherwise he wouldn't have found this world and would never be able to conquer it. So he made his way outside the Academy where the corpses of foolish mortals lay about. He slowly clapped his hands while addressing Karin "You did well for a fool but know that these beings only stopped because I told them to. It would be far more amusing to end your life with my own hands but first I need some information". He had strong intuition and senses so he sensed that this woman was different than the other Nobles, she had some experience in combat. He asked her a few questions about the Nobility of this land and about the current rulers. He managed to get these answers, albeit with some breaking of her limbs and dousing her body in flames. After all you had to take was their wand and they were even pathetic than the commoners they so thought themselves to be superior from. He ended her pitiful life by separating her head from her body with his claws. After all there is no right or wrong, there are only consequences but he doesn't have to worry about that.
He had disposed of the bodies thanks to the summoned beings. Now his next target was the remaining Nobles and the ruler of Tristain. Thanks to the artifacts stored in the vault of the Academy, he had managed to increase his arcane abilities even more. And he was feeling ecstatic at his plans for this world.
The familiar of the blue haired girl that he killed on the first day, the little rhyme dragon had taken a liking to Ma'aarvo. He would pet it occasionally and speak with it. He heard very interesting things from the Sylphiid. He found out that there were elves, vampires and other races that existed in this land but were being hunted down by the foolish humans. He would change that. After all, liberating poor folks regardless of their race from tyranny and prosecution would help gain more followers. And with these followers being non-humans and being stronger than humans will help him greatly. His next target was the Tristain's Palace and the silly princess and the clergyman temporary ruler Cardinal Mazarin.
The rumors of a commoners revolution were spreading like fire along with the deaths of countless Nobles and that a Beastman was leading it. These rumors had reached the Palace and they were gathering troops and intel on the cause of it but they could find nothing. All the scouts would end up being missing.
After a few days
Ma'aarvo had launched an assault on the Tristain's Palace with the help of his summoned Dremoras, Daedras and Golden Saints. He slaughtered everyone and made an example out of the Princess by gutting her like a pig. Her intestines spreading like noodles, her head on a pike. He addressed from the Palace balcony to all the commoners gathered outside. His voice booming thanks to the spells he had casted. "I am your new ruler from this moment onwards. This will mark the era of peaceful coexistence between humans and non-humans where everyone will be treated equal and just. All I need is your support and utmost loyalty. Accept me as your new and True God. For I shall begin the new age of enlightenment"
All the commoners were cheering, they were a bit shaken back from the violence but they knew better that the Nobility were scum and just because they could do hocus pocus, they thought themselves to be superior and treated everyone else like dirt. Princess was just a puppet and they could care less.
The news of Tristain having a Non-human ruler were spreading fast all over Halkegenia's other countries. Reconquista was all the more thrilled because this meant that the Nobles were gone and Tristain was an easy target after they get rid of the Royalists in Albion. Little do they know it will be their end.
Everything was going fine for months to pass. And Ma'aarvo will be damned if someone tries to mess with him. He will make an example out of them. Tristain was now a land where non-humans had began to arrive and settle along with commoners who were fine with them because of their new Feline God being the merciful God that had liberated them from the Tyranny of Nobles. Slowly Ma'aarvo had formed an army of non-humans and humans and these troops were armed with muskets, short swords, spears, flintlocks etc. He had made the former Academy of Magic as his new training ground for his army.
Meanwhile Reconquista is nearing it's victory over Albion, in the name of their Brimir and his oh so holy teachings. Prince Wales had heard of the chaos over at Tristain but he could do nothing but be sad about his lover being dead and the country being ruled by some beastman. Prince Wales was killed along with rest of his foolish people that had stayed with him during the siege of the castle by Reconquista's forces. There was no need to reanimate the corpse of Wales as Cromwell thought, after all Tristain's Nobility were long gone now. It was just a land of Heretic non-humans and commoners now.
Germania was neutral about the stuff that was happening in Tristain. Gallia's mad ruler was slightly amused at the whole situation but otherwise remain indifferent apart from sending occasional spies to see the situation of the country. Romalia remain as corrupted as before and with the Pope being against non-humans and humans alike.
It will all change, in due time. Ma'aarvo will become the sole ruler and God of this land. All living beings shall bow down to him or be destroyed. He wasn't a saint but he will be the one to rule them just.
Phew. That took some time to write :D Now I am finally on a computer and not on my shitty iPhone so I can write somewhat better and less grammar mistakes. I won't change my writing style because I can't write the other way with too much dialogues and stuff :P Please review it or don't :'D The only reason I want to finish this is because there are very few other fanfics that result in the death of all the Nobles. A few of them being supernatural, Prototype crossovers but that's all. I wanted something extreme and found none so have decided to write one :D See you next time if I don't jump off a cliff by then.