The Dark Lord sat on his throne, the circlet on his head comforting him slightly. He was desperately hoping to do something today, mainly something on his personal agenda, but if that was not possible he wanted to just head back to his room. Chiefly back to Karin, Aegle and Hanna. He had found their company immensely enjoyable in every way. He had talked to them for hours that morning, never growing bored of the subjects or topics they brought up.
"What can I expect on my first day?" he inquired curiously, already growing tired of his throne.
"Well we first must make a set of laws for our people" explained Petrus. He appeared to be reading off a small book, as if it was an instruction guide for new empires. "After that we must discuss judicial processes, armies, and then our foreign affairs…"
The Dark Lord let out an exasperated sigh. He hated this kind of activity, this wearisome brain work. It was definitely not his sort of thing, reserved for scholars and those who could no longer fight.
"I have no idea what to do" he admitted standing up decidedly. "Petrus, Ingward, I trust your decisions completely. Please proceed while I go back to my quarters."
"But my lord!" objected Petrus.
"You don't expect us to do this tedious labor do you?" inquired Ingward horrified.
"You two are far smarter than I could ever be" affirmed the Dark Lord. "I have literally no knowledge of such subjects. My help will be of little use to you."
They all stopped when they saw someone entering the throne room, carrying two very distinctive pieces of equipment. His armor was standard of Eastern warriors, but his weapons were definitely unique. His shield was immense and shone brilliantly, appearing to be made of simple iron. His sword was curved and immense, looking like it belonged on the claw of some giant dragon and not on a hilt in his hands. He moved with power and grace, like he was skating across ice.
"Shiva of the East" murmured the Dark Lord surprised. "What…what are you doing here?"
The man didn't respond, instead stopping right in front of him with his hands still on his weapons. Then he bowed to the ground, placing his sword tip on the ground and tucking his head.
"My Lord" he said simply, his voice gruff and dry. "I come to serve you."
The Dark Lord's eyes widened in shock. "Leave us, both of you. I need to talk to him alone. Now!"
Petrus and Ingward fled, seemingly forgetting the fact that the entire legislature system is now up to them.
The Dark Lord offered his hand, smiling gently. "Rise Shiva. Why have you come here?"
The warrior stood, tucking his sword into a sheath hidden in his shield. Walking forward, he sighed deeply.
"The Clan has been dispersed" he explained, referring to the Forest Hunter Clan in Darkroot Garden. "Alvina declares that our purpose no longer exists, as if the clan itself is no longer needed in this world. I do not understand what that insane cat was talking about though."
"The grave of Sir Artorias" responded the Dark Lord. "Alvina made the Clan to protect that one man's grave, and she failed."
"How are you aware of this?" questioned Shiva. Yet again he displayed that critical way of speech, as if the slightest wrong answer would set him off.
"I met the man who defiled it, but he died shortly afterwards" lied the Dark Lord smoothly, extremely used to having to do so over the years. He didn't feel the slightest guilt for what he did, as it was necessary to defeat the Four Kings of New Londo at the time.
Shiva nodded, believing his words. After all, he had no reason to disbelieve him. He had left their covenant legally and morally, never actually betraying any of their oaths or conditions. He was a reliable enough man.
"Now I wander this land, without purpose" said the warrior slightly depressed. "I have nothing to do anymore, and I grow bored. So I come here to fight alongside a new leader, for I must have someone guiding my actions. I am a blade, and now I am your blade."
The Dark Lord nodded. "If that is the case, I gladly accept it."
"Good, for you might need it."
"Pardon?"
The warrior pointed out to the horizon through the window, but more specifically to his city. "You are a new leader to these people, so at first your rule will be easy. But eventually, they will grow restless. They may even attempt to overthrow you."
"I will not let that happen" snapped the Dark Lord firmly. "I've worked too hard and too long to have my successes ripped from me."
Shiva smiled through his helmet, his body radiating the same happiness. "Good. Keeping order should be easy. Just install a guard with me as the head. While I'd prefer fighting your enemies, I'll have to settle with that for the moment."
"Well I am trying to not go into war with any of the other lands" explained the Dark Lord. "We are an incredibly young kingdom. Come to think of it, we were barely made today."
Shiva nodded. "Then it is obligatory for you to have guards. A city is just a gathering of people without guards."
"Agreed."
The Dark Lord strode towards the door and threw it open. "Sir Petrus! Sir Ingward!"
"Yes my Lord!" they both exclaimed at the same time, having been peeping into their conversation earlier.
"My first decree is to have a guard installed into my city with regular patrols and stations! The head captain shall be Sir Shiva of the East who stands at my side! Make sure all rotations cover the entire city at any given moment and that the men assigned are all the best!"
Petrus nodded firmly. "I shall get started."
"I can organize the patrols" stated Ingward. "Let me get on it."
The Dark Lord nodded. "Very good. Well that due?"
"Well, what should the guards do?" inquired the cleric.
"We don't exactly have any laws to uphold at the moment" reminded the Sealer.
"Tell them to keep the peace" advised Shiva. "Just keep people from killing each other and it'll be fine until we come up with some more ideas."
"Good point" said the Dark Lord. "Well there's no point passing any laws if we don't have guards to uphold them, so I think we should wait until the patrols are out before we make more."
"Agreed" commented Ingward. "We meet tomorrow to discuss more ideas. Including Sir Shiva of course."
"Thank you" spoke the Eastern warrior. "Good luck gentlemen."