Wild-Roze: Okies, sorry about the wait ppl, oh and im not expecting this chapter to be that long.
The two women sat on twin, high backed and ornate thrones. Looking out over the proceedings below their small dais. They were on the bridge of the flagship, and the men were going about the business of preparing the ship. The sky beyond the glass viewing portals was as black as pitch. They were hovering beside the docks of their city; Alezmueres, and they were about to depart to the skies above them.
The woman with the dark hair and eyes smiled softly. She had lived down here for eons, down in the darkness, the thick, warm air being containing only just enough oxygen to keep them alive. Deep Sky had remained unexplored by those above. No one knew of the city. Her heavily hooded eyes roved towards her partner, dressed in the beautiful white gown which matched hers. The Emperor would fall, and then she would rule both Deep Sky and Arcadia. The Black Gigas would rise, and crush Zelos. Perhaps Ramirez would not have to die… he would make a charming bed slave for her. Atai would not mind, the two women were devoted to each other, but sometimes it took what only a man could provide for them to reach the very pinnacle of ecstasy. Often were the nights that the dark haired woman would leave Atai and go to the stables in search of a slave to satisfy her lustful hunger. Atai, however, had never gone in search of any man, although she often expressed her need for a males touch, she never carried out her desires.
The dark haired woman smirked cruelly, perhaps she could even tempt the young Prince into pleasing her. She lost herself in a world of perverse imaginings. Finding great amusement in the fact that her lover who sat beside her now, would have no clue that it was her own family being violated.
"My Lady," A voice drew her from her thoughts.
"Speak." She commanded the soldier before her.
"We are ready to depart, My Lady." He said, bowing.
"Good, then let us make way. Head for Soltis."
Atai smiled softly. Her love had been telling her for years of the wonders and beauty of the world of Arcadia. This Emperor who ruled it, she had told her that he was an evil man, someone who killed for pleasure, and who did not deserve to rule. She was happy in the knowledge that it would all soon be taken from him.
Ramirez laid his hand gently on the surface of her tomb. The beautiful marble cool and smooth beneath his touch…. He turned from the view of Soltis, from where he was he could see the ruin which was now the docks. Vyse stood there awaiting his fathers words.
"You left the Palace." Ramirez murmured, almost as if he were talking to himself.
"Dad, I'm sorry, I-"
"I lay down rules for a reason, the docks were attacked, and you could easily have been killed. You may be the Prince, but you do not have the authority to overrule my laws. Your responsibility in life is to stay alive until you become the next Emperor, you are my heir, and until that is no longer the case you will do as I tell you. Am I clear?"
Vyse lowered his beautiful eyes. Shame flooding him.
"Yes, Sir." He whispered.
Ramirez turned and looked at his ashen faced son, his eyes narrowed. The boy was grasping a pair of cutlasses, and they looked familiar.
"Boy…." Ramirez trailed off and his eyes widened. He stepped forward, snatching the blades from his son. "Where did you get these?" He snarled furiously.
"I got them from a merchant in the docks, give them back." He said.
Ramirez did not reply. He stared at the blades….. they had belonged to… him…. The man form whom his son had been named. It was these blades he had fought against on that day on the Delphinus…. Vyse's swords gleamed dully in the light.
"I want to keep them Dad, they look like good weapons." He said.
Ramirez closed his eyes for a moment. He didn't want his son to use the weapons that had once tried to take his life. But….. something within him was stopping him. Instead of walking to the balcony and throwing the blades over he handed them back to the boy.
There came a sudden knock on the door, and Marco entered.
"Emperor Ramirez, we are receiving a transmission, I think you had better hear this."
"Ramirez, My name is Lady Celeste. I am here to negotiate the so called unprovoked attack upon Soltis. I come here in peace, and wish no harm upon you, I await your permission to dock and meet you face to face."
The Emperor's eyes roved to the window from which a ship, larger than any other he had seen, black and massive, hovered before the vast marble tower.
"It was your ships who attacked yesterday?" He asked, barely able to keep the snarl from his voice.
"Oh yes, Emperor, it was. But we should talk more about it in person, do you not think?" Came the smooth, rich voiced return.
"What is there to talk about?" He hissed, "You invaded my land, what makes you think I will not simply call up Zelos and have you destroyed?"
A soft laugh sounded in the background at the Emperor's words. It was clearly not the voice of the woman with whom he spoke, he ignored it and awaited the response.
"You think me a fool Ramirez? If my ship is destroyed it will instantly condemn you and everyone else in Arcadia to a miserable death. It would really be of more benefaction to both of us if you would cooperate. I think you will find my visit most interesting."
Ramirez was silent. He didn't see how it would be possible to exterminate the entire population of Arcadia without the aid of the Rains of Destruction, which he alone controlled. But these people had come from Deep Sky, an unexplored area, and he had no idea what powers they might posses.
He sighed.
"As soon as you dock, you and your crew will be relieved of any weaponry you may be carrying. You will then be escorted directly to me, is that clear?!" he growled.
"Of course, I look forward to it." Came the reply. Then the transmission was ended and the line went dead. The ship started to drop in altitude until it was lost amongst the remains of the docks.
"Boy, quickly go and check on your sister. Then arm yourself and join me in the Throne Room. I don't want Fina there." Vyse nodded, understanding his fathers wishes. "Marco," The Emperor said, addressing his General. "Round up all of my highest ranking Admirals and get them in ranks in the Throne Room, fully armed."
"I Live to serve, My Emperor." He said, bowing. He then turned and quickly went about his tasks, yelling out orders.
"Fina's fine. Belle is still looking after her, although as soon as she saw me she asked where you were. I said you were busy." Vyse said, sitting in the Throne beside his father.
Upon the raised dais on which they sat. There were four thrones, two of which, today were left unoccupied. Two of them were slightly smaller, but no less ornate. In one of these, the young prince sat, beside him was the larger throne which the Emperor occupied, staring steadily at the door. The smaller one on the Silvite's other side had been crafted for Fina, but the last one; another larger one…. Had been left empty for the last two years. It had been Aika's.
Suddenly the doors opened. At first all that could be seen was a patrol of armed guards, but, gradually they parted. The first woman who entered was stunningly beautiful. Her dark, wavy hair almost reached her hips. Her eyes were equally deep and seductive. Her figure was captivating; an ample chest and swaying hips, and long, slim legs. Her skin was also quite dark and her lips were smooth and inviting. For a moment Ramirez was stunned by her, he had not seen someone with her beauty before.
Only when his son sucked in a breath of shock did he tear his eyes from her captivating ones, to the other woman with her. His mouth fell open, and his eyes widened as he gasped sharply.
Told u it was short :P