War for Remnant

Prologue

How long has it been since he last saw the sun? A hundred years? Perhaps even a thousand? It's hard to tell how long has passed when one is locked away in a gap between dimensions.

Although he would prefer death than admitting it, the once mighty King of the Giants loved basking in the warmth of the sun. Oh sure, sending Baran crashing through mountains was a delight and fighting Aeris was simply orgasmic but there's something very nice about basking under the warmth of a sun. It was...nice he supposed. No, relaxing would be a better term. Whatever the case, the sun is one of things he'd dearly missed.

What was that one champion of the Rulers often chanted? Oh yes, praise the sun.

Besides, anything is better than being trapped in a chamber filled with the remains of his once mighty army. None of them can speak and lost much of their sanity due to the isolation. All they do is growl and little strength left, Legia gingerly lift his head up to look at one of the soldiers. The fellow stood guard near the opening that leads to the hallway. Like ten foot away from him.

It was insulting to say the least. With the mana siphoned off of him, this particular dimension(after being altered by the Rulers) would use the mana it gained from his great self to create this construct that stood before. Worse, those worthless pigeons had the brilliant idea of modelling said construct after his visage.

A big, black bushy beard and a lush mane of black hair styled into a top knot. Its' skin was a healthy shade of light maroon red to contrast the bright blue eyes that glowed faintly in the dark. Garbed in a black fur pants and black fur pauldron with bones acting as protective layers. A set of necklace made out of bones adorned the neck. As a finishing touch, a single tassel made of metal hung above the groin. Bandages covered the shin. To further mock him, the Rulers had gifted a curved, single edged blade as a weapon. His sword, fashioned out of stones using the hardest stones, courtesy of the Monarch of Frost.

Despite the fact it breathes, the construct doesn't move. It possess no social skill, opting to keep quiet and stand still like a statue. At least it will defend itself. How does he know that? That's because he once spit at it and the response was a simple but powerful backhand. The only thing that gives any hint that it is alive is only due to the slight motion it does when it draws and exhale breath. An ever present grin on the face.

"What's the matter, mute or something?"Legia asked.

As usual this thing merely watches him in complete silence. Throughout the entire time Legia was locked in here, he had attempted to communicate with it only to no avail. Damn thing only breathes and watched him in complete silence like some pervert. Legia never understood why did they created this damnable thing? To serve as a warden to guard him?

There are many possibilities and not enough proof to narrow it down.

"What is that?" He inquired to no one in particular, sensing not one but two Mana signature. Familiar after all because one of them belonged to that a familiar prick and bitch. They were located at the entrance and with using his senses, shouting erupted out of the soldiers, no doubt engaging the interlopers. Legia bet they wouldn't last long if the owners are who he thinks as they were the weakest of his army.

(Un)weirdly enough, the giant modelled after him didn't moved an inch, staying in place. Mere seconds in and the shouting quieted down which raised several questions in Legia's chained king waited, watching the entrance intently. As time passed, the sound of footsteps grew louder, echoing off the walls of the big and empty hall. Confusion grew within as he had finally seen who it were

A tall and mighty demon dressed in a suit of knightly armor and an angel walked into the restrained Monarchs' chamber. A seires of horns lay atop of the weakest Monarchs' head with two in particular being quite long and wide. The angel's feet were mere inches above the ground, barely touching it. Baran wasn't wearing a face plate either, showing off that ugly face he has. What was even more confounding was the fact the statue-esque giant didn't move to intercept the merely watched them move around it as if they are not intruder of this place.

Like the juvenile punk he is-and will always be- the demon king gave it a harsh kick in the shin. The giant raised the massive sword held at it's side only for the Ruler to return the gesture in kind. Hand glowed a vibrant green and the construct lowered the sword down as a result. Not a moment too soon, the light in the construct's eyes died shortly after.

Legia noted the broadsword Baran often wielded in battle was not in sight. Perhaps the demon king had chosen to store it away? Barans' glowing white eyes surveyed the area before landing on the giant kneeling before them. A grin grew on the demon king's face when his eyes landed on Legia. A row of sharp teeth that would've put the Monarch fo Beastly Fangs to shame were displaed for the chained-up King of Giants. No doubt the sadistic demon finding pleasure at his predicament.

On the other hand, confusion blossomed within Legia at the sight of the duo. Two members of different faction that opposed each other greatly are now walking side by side as if they are close friends. Has he finally gone made like the rest of his subject? Or is this some sort of cruel trick conceived by the Rulers?

"Baran." Legia returned in kind. Was he glad to see him? Not really, he never really liked the arrogant prick. Always running his mouth before thinking. Perhaps yes would have been the answer if it weren't for their past and his current brethren's current companion.

"Is it truly you?" Legia asked. Unable to believe what he is seeing.

"Still trapped here I see." The King of Demons mocked, head tilted to the side with amusement twinkling in his eyes. "I thought you would've escaped this place by now."

"And I see you have become a bitch for the disgusting Ruler by now." Legia snarked back, unamused by his ally. Any joy he had was snuffed out. At least his memories of Baran were not invalid.

Unexpectedly the demon king didn't attempted to struck him down. Heck the demon didn't even chose to retaliate. The demon was prone to lashing out to anyone that disrespects him regardless of the incredible gap in power. Instead the two-horned demon tilt his head upward and gave a hearty laugh. Legia stared at the demon, surprised by the action.

"Please, like I would debase myself striking you down." Baran stated flippantly. "You can't even-"

"That's enough, Baran." The Ruler spoke in a soft but stern voice, the tone a mother would take to her child. Immediately the weakest Monarch clamped his mouth shut. Legia's confusion grew at the spectacle he bore witness. The weakest Monarch he may be, but Baran rarely followed orders. Even Antares had difficulty to reign Baran in. It wasn't because Baran was stronger than the King of Dragons but partly due to the hot-headed and impulsive nature of the demon king.

For her to do so with so much ease, she must have done something.

"Baran and I are not here to hurt you." On a closer look, those ram horns were very familiar. Only one Ruler whose helmet's horn were shaped like that

"Pluta." Legia hissed in anger upon recognition.

"I see you haven't forgotten about me." The female Ruler stated tersely, her expression unreadable due to the helmet covering her entire head.

"But of course, how can I forget about the one who locked me in here." Legia said, sarcasm oozing from his tone. After all, it was her idea to lock him and his fellow soldiers inside a Gap between Dimensions. The whores pathetic begged her brothers to spare his kin and they had the brilliant idea of locking him and the other thirty up in a Gap Between Dimensions.

Might as well condemn him and his remaining kin to death. A far better alternative.

"Have you come to mock me? Or perhaps the two of you are merely hallucinations?"He asked. Only to receive a backhand courtesy of Baran. The stinging pain caused the King of Giants to glare at the aggresor. He licked the lips only to taste something metallic. Blood no doubt.

"Is that proof enough, Legia?" Baran asked, hands crossed over the chest. Legia eyed the bastard who has a smug look on his face. Pluta on the other hand shot her companion a glare.

"So it seems. I assume the two of you are now friends?" Legia asked.

"No." Baran cut in fast, Legia noted and was that...panic he'd detected? "Merely associates tied together by a singular goal."

"Really?" Legia asked, faking surprise."What would that be then? Destroy the metaphorical wall between Rulers and Monarchs?"

Pluta shook her head.

"No. To destroy the Absolute Being."

The Absolute Being? Destroy Him? But why would she want that? As far as he knows, Rulers such as herself worship and cared for their creator a great deal. After all, He did create the universe and brought every thing in the universe into existence. And they loved and held Him highly for such deeds.

But to say such words...

"Is He not your creator?" Legia asked, confounded by what she had said. Amongst the Rulers, Pluta was renowned for her exceeding kindness as the sole Ruler willing to extend it to her enemies should they surrender. Though that usually meant she would give her enemies a painless death via a spell. But in hindsight, death is a far better alternative than being imprisoned inside a dimension. Never had he heard so much venom in her tone.

"Yes, the very same one who created us for our personal amusement. The conflict between my kin and yours were apparently nothing more than a means to amuse Him." She stated bitterly. " My kin would greatly appreciate your help in defeating Him."

Legia remained quiet, digesting this new tidbit of information. If it's true then that explained a great deal of things. How the fight never seems to end. Countless planets had already been destroyed by his brethrens conquest and yet powerful deity chose to sit back and watch. Legia remembered the cries of the countless people he had laid waste, crying out for their god to save them. He could give less than two manures about the lives of those miniature meat bags. Although this does explains why the Absolute Being had never chosen to raise a finger to help the Rulers. Even though they are his most devout followers and carried out his orders with gusto.

Pluta and Baran watched and waited for his answer. After a while he spoke up.

"I see. Pray tell, might I know why should I care?" Legia asked. Baran chuckled at the response while Pluta remained still.

"What is it that you want? I can give you anything as so long as it is within my power. Help us and we'll see to it done." Pluta offered. Legia chuckled before shaking his head. Work with her? He'd rather die. No, prison is not an option because it is boring. Besides, he highly doubt she would...

"If you aid us, I shall ask my kin to free you."

"On second thought, perhaps we can engage in jolly cooperation."