Emperor Diroz lounged in his throne in the palace that had been raised in his honor in the exact center of his empire, that being all of the lands that had once been within the Mazoku barrier and he had now turned his attentions toward the kingdoms beyond the desert. He gazed upon his grey marble floor with his royal crest in white and blue marble in the center, the bottom facing the door. It wasn't exactly his view of it that mattered, just what those coming in to see him thought of it. They were to think that he was so great that all those who came to his court were to lay themselves at his feet within his royal crest. Like slaves.
Diroz smirked to himself, his carefully manicured fingers picking at his lip. Finally, he stood, his deviously handsome body clothed in grey and black, a cut that was extremely modest for someone of his importance. His face was chiseled from ice, long and pale with a somewhat pointed chin, giving his looks a rather innocent appearance. His eyes shards of the deepest sapphire, and hard as diamonds. He was lithe with long legs and thin hips, a superb archer as well as runner. His tousled obsidian locks were cut short and curled somewhat around his face, giving him a boyish appearance, which wasn't all lying, he was only twenty-five, after all.
Diroz gave a bark of a laugh, "Twenty-five and already an Emperor," he stated in the echoing emptiness of his court. The walls were of dark grey stone, half hidden with shadow and half seen black, grey, or white tapestries and banners hung from the rafters. Dim light came in from the windows set into the walls just under the roof, the glass was bubbly, though Diroz would never know unless he went to check them himself, which he was too high and mighty for. Two candelabrum stood on either side of his obsidian and black marble throne, only half the candles in them lit, though rumors among the slaves was that even if the entire room was filled with candles and light spells they would only serve to illuminate a fraction of the evil shadows that lurked throughout the immense castle.
Diroz ran a hand through his hair as he paced along the marble, his steel toed black boots clicking on the floor with an eerie echo. He suddenly stopped, letting his hand lower. "Come out," the emperor said softly, a wry twist to his lips.
"Maa, can't fool you, can we?" a voice said in the darkness to Diroz's left. A figure came forward, wearing a dark cloak and walking with a gnarled staff in hand. The emperor couldn't see the man's face, but he supposed it was a man by the voice.
"Who are you?" Diroz asked, sliding a hand onto his hip insolently.
The stranger slowly lifted his face, the shadows shifting on his dark hair to show a pair of amethyst eyes, a smirk came across the man's lips and he lifted one gloved hand, a finger raised, "Now that- is a secret..."
A woman wearing supple brown leather pants and a white silk blouse appears in Emperor Diaz's court with a puff of gold smoke. The characters in the scene seem to be frozen in place in the instant that she appears. The takes a moment to look over the two stuck in tableau before turning towards the audience.
Aloria, for that is who this woman is, speaks, "I just thought I'd tell you guys why I decided to put up such a short chapter.. and leave it a cliffhanger at that!!!! Well~~ THAT- is a secret!!!!" She flips a delicate fingered a bird at Xelloss before continuing. "Actually it's not that big of a secret. I just wanted to show you guys who the enemy is, who it was that destroyed Seyruun and to let you ponder about WHY the Namagomi is there!"
The authoress flips her long black hair back over her shoulder and smirks, "Soo! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Maybe some girls will like Diroz and find him Bishonen?? Who knows.. some girls like Hojo from FF7 when I think he was nasty lookin." She shrugs, "each to their own, I guess.
"JA!!!!!" Aloria disappears with another puff of smoke, leaving the scene to fade to black, like some sort of weird play.
Diroz smirked to himself, his carefully manicured fingers picking at his lip. Finally, he stood, his deviously handsome body clothed in grey and black, a cut that was extremely modest for someone of his importance. His face was chiseled from ice, long and pale with a somewhat pointed chin, giving his looks a rather innocent appearance. His eyes shards of the deepest sapphire, and hard as diamonds. He was lithe with long legs and thin hips, a superb archer as well as runner. His tousled obsidian locks were cut short and curled somewhat around his face, giving him a boyish appearance, which wasn't all lying, he was only twenty-five, after all.
Diroz gave a bark of a laugh, "Twenty-five and already an Emperor," he stated in the echoing emptiness of his court. The walls were of dark grey stone, half hidden with shadow and half seen black, grey, or white tapestries and banners hung from the rafters. Dim light came in from the windows set into the walls just under the roof, the glass was bubbly, though Diroz would never know unless he went to check them himself, which he was too high and mighty for. Two candelabrum stood on either side of his obsidian and black marble throne, only half the candles in them lit, though rumors among the slaves was that even if the entire room was filled with candles and light spells they would only serve to illuminate a fraction of the evil shadows that lurked throughout the immense castle.
Diroz ran a hand through his hair as he paced along the marble, his steel toed black boots clicking on the floor with an eerie echo. He suddenly stopped, letting his hand lower. "Come out," the emperor said softly, a wry twist to his lips.
"Maa, can't fool you, can we?" a voice said in the darkness to Diroz's left. A figure came forward, wearing a dark cloak and walking with a gnarled staff in hand. The emperor couldn't see the man's face, but he supposed it was a man by the voice.
"Who are you?" Diroz asked, sliding a hand onto his hip insolently.
The stranger slowly lifted his face, the shadows shifting on his dark hair to show a pair of amethyst eyes, a smirk came across the man's lips and he lifted one gloved hand, a finger raised, "Now that- is a secret..."
A woman wearing supple brown leather pants and a white silk blouse appears in Emperor Diaz's court with a puff of gold smoke. The characters in the scene seem to be frozen in place in the instant that she appears. The takes a moment to look over the two stuck in tableau before turning towards the audience.
Aloria, for that is who this woman is, speaks, "I just thought I'd tell you guys why I decided to put up such a short chapter.. and leave it a cliffhanger at that!!!! Well~~ THAT- is a secret!!!!" She flips a delicate fingered a bird at Xelloss before continuing. "Actually it's not that big of a secret. I just wanted to show you guys who the enemy is, who it was that destroyed Seyruun and to let you ponder about WHY the Namagomi is there!"
The authoress flips her long black hair back over her shoulder and smirks, "Soo! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Maybe some girls will like Diroz and find him Bishonen?? Who knows.. some girls like Hojo from FF7 when I think he was nasty lookin." She shrugs, "each to their own, I guess.
"JA!!!!!" Aloria disappears with another puff of smoke, leaving the scene to fade to black, like some sort of weird play.