Chapter 5: Conference
It was morning, but the sun hadn't spread its light over the lands of Gaea yet. Dilandau was burried under the silky sheets of his bed, his limbs somewhat twisted underneath. His face was pale, and droplets of perspiration ran down from his forehead. Kneeling beside his bed, No name watched Dilandau sleep, her light hair falling onto the sheets. Her pale optics seemed warm. Slender fingers stroked the sheets, seeming to creep towards Dilandau. However, foot steps could be heard from outside, and so she had to leave; she stood up and seemed to evaporate into thin air. At the door, a tall man wearing a sorceror's cloak entered.
Dilandau's facial muscles tensed in a light smirk, before he rolled, from his right, to his back. Slowly, magenta orbs opened, but vision was blurry. "Dilandau," came a dark voice. Dilandau tilted his head to the right, leering straight at the man who was in his late twenties. After a few moments, his vision became crystal clear, and he recognised who the man was. There, almost by his bed, stood the Strategos, the Prince of Fanelia with a mechanical right arm. Before Dilandau could speak, the man, Folken La Cour de Fanel, knelt down and examined Dilandau's face. "You look awful, Dilandau. But," Folken paused and stood up again, watching as Dilandau's eyes followed him. "It's not so bad having offspring." A slight grin curled upon his lips, as if he was mocking the young Emperor.
However, the psychotic albino didn't feel like arguing, and simply turned his head away in scorn. His silvery hair was straighter, due to the sweat, and his diadem was missing, but was actually placed on the table across the room. Folken turned around and headed for the door, tilting his head forward a little, as always. "Oh, and Dilandau. Your presence is required in the South Wing. You are given fifteen minutes." Although the young Emperor obviously had a much higher rank than Folken, the Prince seemed to think he was in charge, just like old times. Folken was the only one who could keep Dilandau under control..
Once Folken left, molecules begun to attract one another, before forming the complete figure of No name. Her hands were clasped before her and her eyes were shielded with the lids. Ice blue lips parted, "Lord Dilandau. If you do not feel up to this meeting, then please remain in bed." The gentle voice of No name reached Dilandau's ears, who then sat up. With the back of his left hand, he wiped away the beads of liquid from his face and turned to No name, an unpleasant look upon his face. However, his legs slid about beneath the sheets, and soon were swung out, feet pressing against the rough mat. "Lord Dilandau.. You should not have drunken so much wine.."
"Would you be quiet? I am perfectly fine!" Dilandau forced himself to his feet and quickly placed a wet hand against the cold, stone wall for support. Already angry eyes darted across the room, glaring at his diadem. No name watched and quickly fetched the jewel herself, holding it out to Dilandau. Quirking a delicate silver brow, Dilandau took the diadem and begun to put it into place. Once he did that, No name returned with his classic red armour. A growl was emitted from Dilandau's dry throat and he snatched the clothing. "Do you have to?! I would like some privacy! Go wake the Dragon Slayers!" Flinching at her Lord's voice, No name nodded and begun to sink into the ground, before, once again, vanishing. Dilandau rolled his eyes and looked into a mirror. "Time to get ready.."
The strategic advisor was already sat at the long, varnished table. He, of course, kept his mechanical arm hidden in his cloak, whilst the fingers on the other hand tapped the table's surface. Seating near by, another sorceror watched Folken, as if waiting for something to happen. Sitting opposite the other sorceror, sat yet another sorceror, who just gazed at Folken's fingers. Suddenly, startling everyone but Folken, Dilandau opened the door and stepped in, fully dressed with his hair done perfectly. "How nice of you to join us, Emperor Dilandau Albatou, " snarled one of the sorcerors, turning to the other with a devilish grin on his face.
"... What is this all about? I didn't come here to be mocked!" Yelled Dilandau, clenching a fist as he glared at Folken, who seemed to keep a straight face. "I hate you fucking sorcerors, you think you're better than me! I hate you!" The sorcerors and Dilandau were startled when Folken slammed his hand onto the table, his non-human hand. It managed to get their attention.
"Dilandau. Do not abuse your status. I am your advisor, and don't forget.. I am more experienced than you when it comes to Zaibach, and children." Folken's voice remained calm as usual. He withdrew his arm and retreated it back to his cloak. Dilandau growled through gritted teeth, guessing that the meeting would be about his so called daughter. With the movement of his left arm, Folken motioned for Dilandau to take a seat, which was opposite him. "We knew the royals of Daedalus would be worried, so we got in contact with them, infoming them of Chantelle's where abouts. They also know that we know everything about Chantelle, and that we will not release her anytime soon."
The young Emperor leant forward and rested his elbow on the table and closed his hand, before letting his head lean upon his fist. He didn't look one bit interested in this meeting. He wouldn't care if the girl was surrendered to the Gods and Goddesses of the sea, which were violent and blood-thirsty mer-people. "So? What has all this got to do with me?" Asked Dilandau. Although his facial expression may not show annoyance, Folken was indeed finding it hard to remain calm due to Dilandau's attitude.
"You are her biological father. And, well, me and the sorcerors agreed that you should have a more serious responsibility, like taking care of a child. Or in this case, a teenager. We have calculated that with the absence of Celena Schezar, you have become more violent and less considerate." Folken replied, closing his eyes so that he would not have to look at Dilandau's facial expression. The sorcerors, too, bowed their heads, and the Emperor immediately stood up.
"What are you saying?! You're just going to dump me with some fuckin' kid.. A teenager?! I am the fucking Emperor of all Zaibach, I have no time to aid you in your idiotic ideas! Why don't you take her in?!" After Dilandau released some of the anger surpressed in him, Folken chuckled lightly. "What is so god-damn funny?!"
"Dilandau! Watch your language in my presence!" Folken also stood up, forcing his chair back. He placed both his hands on the table and leant forward, leering at Dilandau. "I already have two children of my own." Dilandau looked shocked and his eyes widened in surprise. "That's right, Dilandau. I have two children, a son and a daughter. Now, I want you to go to the dungeon and introduce yourself to her. And you'll need to tell her everything." Folken gathered his cloak around him and walked away from the table, before adding another sentence as Dilandau was about to speak. "You are dismissed."
Ten minutes later, Dilandau was angrily perambulating the halls of the Vione. He was furious. "How could that little insolent.." Before Dilandau could finish, he heard the calls of a young girl. He stopped and turned to the stairs ahead of him, leading downstairs. The girl was crying for help. "Hmph. Must be that stupid royal bitch." Sighing deeply, the Emperor dawdled into the dungeon, his magenta eyes scanning each cell... Until he saw his 'daughter'..
[TO BE CONTINUED]
It was morning, but the sun hadn't spread its light over the lands of Gaea yet. Dilandau was burried under the silky sheets of his bed, his limbs somewhat twisted underneath. His face was pale, and droplets of perspiration ran down from his forehead. Kneeling beside his bed, No name watched Dilandau sleep, her light hair falling onto the sheets. Her pale optics seemed warm. Slender fingers stroked the sheets, seeming to creep towards Dilandau. However, foot steps could be heard from outside, and so she had to leave; she stood up and seemed to evaporate into thin air. At the door, a tall man wearing a sorceror's cloak entered.
Dilandau's facial muscles tensed in a light smirk, before he rolled, from his right, to his back. Slowly, magenta orbs opened, but vision was blurry. "Dilandau," came a dark voice. Dilandau tilted his head to the right, leering straight at the man who was in his late twenties. After a few moments, his vision became crystal clear, and he recognised who the man was. There, almost by his bed, stood the Strategos, the Prince of Fanelia with a mechanical right arm. Before Dilandau could speak, the man, Folken La Cour de Fanel, knelt down and examined Dilandau's face. "You look awful, Dilandau. But," Folken paused and stood up again, watching as Dilandau's eyes followed him. "It's not so bad having offspring." A slight grin curled upon his lips, as if he was mocking the young Emperor.
However, the psychotic albino didn't feel like arguing, and simply turned his head away in scorn. His silvery hair was straighter, due to the sweat, and his diadem was missing, but was actually placed on the table across the room. Folken turned around and headed for the door, tilting his head forward a little, as always. "Oh, and Dilandau. Your presence is required in the South Wing. You are given fifteen minutes." Although the young Emperor obviously had a much higher rank than Folken, the Prince seemed to think he was in charge, just like old times. Folken was the only one who could keep Dilandau under control..
Once Folken left, molecules begun to attract one another, before forming the complete figure of No name. Her hands were clasped before her and her eyes were shielded with the lids. Ice blue lips parted, "Lord Dilandau. If you do not feel up to this meeting, then please remain in bed." The gentle voice of No name reached Dilandau's ears, who then sat up. With the back of his left hand, he wiped away the beads of liquid from his face and turned to No name, an unpleasant look upon his face. However, his legs slid about beneath the sheets, and soon were swung out, feet pressing against the rough mat. "Lord Dilandau.. You should not have drunken so much wine.."
"Would you be quiet? I am perfectly fine!" Dilandau forced himself to his feet and quickly placed a wet hand against the cold, stone wall for support. Already angry eyes darted across the room, glaring at his diadem. No name watched and quickly fetched the jewel herself, holding it out to Dilandau. Quirking a delicate silver brow, Dilandau took the diadem and begun to put it into place. Once he did that, No name returned with his classic red armour. A growl was emitted from Dilandau's dry throat and he snatched the clothing. "Do you have to?! I would like some privacy! Go wake the Dragon Slayers!" Flinching at her Lord's voice, No name nodded and begun to sink into the ground, before, once again, vanishing. Dilandau rolled his eyes and looked into a mirror. "Time to get ready.."
The strategic advisor was already sat at the long, varnished table. He, of course, kept his mechanical arm hidden in his cloak, whilst the fingers on the other hand tapped the table's surface. Seating near by, another sorceror watched Folken, as if waiting for something to happen. Sitting opposite the other sorceror, sat yet another sorceror, who just gazed at Folken's fingers. Suddenly, startling everyone but Folken, Dilandau opened the door and stepped in, fully dressed with his hair done perfectly. "How nice of you to join us, Emperor Dilandau Albatou, " snarled one of the sorcerors, turning to the other with a devilish grin on his face.
"... What is this all about? I didn't come here to be mocked!" Yelled Dilandau, clenching a fist as he glared at Folken, who seemed to keep a straight face. "I hate you fucking sorcerors, you think you're better than me! I hate you!" The sorcerors and Dilandau were startled when Folken slammed his hand onto the table, his non-human hand. It managed to get their attention.
"Dilandau. Do not abuse your status. I am your advisor, and don't forget.. I am more experienced than you when it comes to Zaibach, and children." Folken's voice remained calm as usual. He withdrew his arm and retreated it back to his cloak. Dilandau growled through gritted teeth, guessing that the meeting would be about his so called daughter. With the movement of his left arm, Folken motioned for Dilandau to take a seat, which was opposite him. "We knew the royals of Daedalus would be worried, so we got in contact with them, infoming them of Chantelle's where abouts. They also know that we know everything about Chantelle, and that we will not release her anytime soon."
The young Emperor leant forward and rested his elbow on the table and closed his hand, before letting his head lean upon his fist. He didn't look one bit interested in this meeting. He wouldn't care if the girl was surrendered to the Gods and Goddesses of the sea, which were violent and blood-thirsty mer-people. "So? What has all this got to do with me?" Asked Dilandau. Although his facial expression may not show annoyance, Folken was indeed finding it hard to remain calm due to Dilandau's attitude.
"You are her biological father. And, well, me and the sorcerors agreed that you should have a more serious responsibility, like taking care of a child. Or in this case, a teenager. We have calculated that with the absence of Celena Schezar, you have become more violent and less considerate." Folken replied, closing his eyes so that he would not have to look at Dilandau's facial expression. The sorcerors, too, bowed their heads, and the Emperor immediately stood up.
"What are you saying?! You're just going to dump me with some fuckin' kid.. A teenager?! I am the fucking Emperor of all Zaibach, I have no time to aid you in your idiotic ideas! Why don't you take her in?!" After Dilandau released some of the anger surpressed in him, Folken chuckled lightly. "What is so god-damn funny?!"
"Dilandau! Watch your language in my presence!" Folken also stood up, forcing his chair back. He placed both his hands on the table and leant forward, leering at Dilandau. "I already have two children of my own." Dilandau looked shocked and his eyes widened in surprise. "That's right, Dilandau. I have two children, a son and a daughter. Now, I want you to go to the dungeon and introduce yourself to her. And you'll need to tell her everything." Folken gathered his cloak around him and walked away from the table, before adding another sentence as Dilandau was about to speak. "You are dismissed."
Ten minutes later, Dilandau was angrily perambulating the halls of the Vione. He was furious. "How could that little insolent.." Before Dilandau could finish, he heard the calls of a young girl. He stopped and turned to the stairs ahead of him, leading downstairs. The girl was crying for help. "Hmph. Must be that stupid royal bitch." Sighing deeply, the Emperor dawdled into the dungeon, his magenta eyes scanning each cell... Until he saw his 'daughter'..
[TO BE CONTINUED]