xIsisx: I personally don't like this chapter as much as the 1st one, but oh well. Things will start to get more intresting in the next chapter, I promise. And there probably won't be any pairings in this story and about the language thingy, well, uh, most of what they say forshadows what will happen next, but the same forshadowing can be found in other parts of the chapter. So don't bug me about the language thingmabober.
Disclaimer: See first chapter.
Bakura stepped into the light, raising his head slightly. The crowds below instantly stopped fidgeting. He swung out his right arm. So that his dark purple velvet cape, which had been wrapped around his body, flung out with style. His wings arched, as if taking flight, but this was only to make him look more threatening.
"Vampires and vampiresses," He addressed down below from his balcony at the dark masses, he thought he saw a flash of white but dismissed it as a trick of the light, "You have been called here today, at noon, to receive invitations. But first," He raised his head to the sun, an impressive feat for a vampire, "If you can't take the sun's rays, I suggest you leave now."
A few of the vampiresses scattered, and the crowds hastily made ways for them. The king's smirk went quite unnoticed. The female species always had to put their appearance first.
Bakura adopted a serious tone before continuing, "The rest of you," The crowd's attention immediately snapped to their king as he spoke.
"This kingdom – Delpmav – has stood for more centuries than we can trace back. Every ruler and king has left his mark in our history. But when the smallest mistakes add up, the results can be catastrophic. I have been the longest ruler yet, ruling for more than five centuries – but everything must come to an end."
He paused for a moment to let his words sink in. Some of the elderly ones looked grave, seeing as they had heard some of the other kings say this speech. However, the new generation looked confused to the brink of troubled. But they all, young and old, stiffened, as though waiting for an attack.
"It is time," He continued softly, the crowd edge forward, straining to hear what he had to say, "Everything has to fall. I abandon the throne," He said, voice rising louder, "It's time to find the one who is destined to be the heir, and this kingdom shall be under his rule, until the next prophecy."
A hush fell upon the crowds. Bakura approved this. If they were making any noises, it signals that they were glad to see him go.
His hand reached for the latch near his neck, the cape fell into the crook of his arm, and he threw it on the banister of the balcony, signaling his resignation. He folded his wings, withdrawing his power over the kingdom.
Accepting the people's silent admiration, he stepped into what was his castle and was relieved from the sun; Maaliku will handle the rest of the speeches, as well as the instructions for those wishing to become the successor. He will continue to live in the castle until the heir has taken his place.
Unlike most other races, the position of "king" in the vampire kingdom was not judged on your bloodlines, it was based on your ability to rule and your pure nerves. Bakura had always strongly agreed with this method of choosing a leader rather than having his son become the leader. Not that he had a son, he bemused mildly.
Just then, Maaliku returned and didn't even attempt to hide his relief from finally escaping the sun. He seemed quite distracted by something, and did not see Bakura in plain view in the room.
"White… how very extraordinary…" Maaliku muttered, apparently deep in though.
"What's extraordinary?" Maaliku jumped at Bakura's voice, making the former king smirk amusedly.
"Nothing," Maaliku gave a slight bow, "It's just something my eyes tricked me into seeing." He said lightly.
Bakura, who wasn't fooled, surprisingly did not press the matter, and switched on to a different topic.
"How many signed up?"
"Some number around five hundred, give or take a dozen."
"Quite a number," Bakura paused, thinking, "And this will be held on the seventh day, I presume?"
"Correct. Additionally, a few females tried to smuggling in their disguises. But the guards took them away." Maaliku added satisfyingly.
Bakura was highly amused by this, though not surprised, "It's no big shocker, is it though? Now if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare myself, as you very well know."
"Yes sir, it is understood."
Bakura gave curt nod and climbed the many spiral staircases leading to his room. Normally he would fly here, but the present situations at hand, he though it'd be better to walk.
He called for Zashii once he finally reached the top level, and Zashii materialized instantly next to his side, looking remorse.
"Master, has the time come?" Zashii asked in a deep voice.
Bakura sat down in an armchair and crossed his legs.
"You know very well, Zashii, that yes, the time has come." He said, with a touch of mock in his voice.
Zashii made a noise somewhat of a cross between a snarl and growl. Bakura raised a slim eyebrow at this.
"Ah yes Zashii, when I go, you have to serve a different master, isn't that right?"
She turned her head toward the window indifferently; Bakura took this as a silent 'yes'. However, he thought it strange that Zashii would mind this, seeing as she had served more than six different kings without complaint.
"I've never met one like you." She said quietly.
This sparked his curiosity, "I am touched, but what is different about me?"
She refused to turn away from the window, however her back stiffened slightly.
"I call the time of the last six rulers "The Chaotic Dynasty". For reasons I'll keep to myself. But you," Zashii cocked her head slightly, so that she could see him out of the corner of her eye, "You bought with you supreme powers and valued wisdom. And ended The Chaotic Dynasty."
Bakura was surprised but he had always been good at hiding his emotions, and he was just as clever.
"And you don't think the successor will rule up to my standards?"
Zashii snorted, "What are the chances?"
His face bore a shadow of a smile, "I promise you Zashii, you will not be disappointed."
Zashii merely looked at him with a face of doubt before stalking away, but Bakura heard her mutter something just before she vanished, something that somehow reassured him, although he did not understand what it meant.
"Enu… balklay raamica… wasseh icamal…"
xIsisx: I would like to clear somethings up about Zashii, incase I can't incorperate them into the story later. Zashii is an amegadon (ah-meh-gah-don), an extreamly rare cross between a werewolf and fox. They can live for thousands of years and can sometimes see the future. Their body type is like a wolf, but the snout and ears are like a fox. Their coats are a light cream color and strips of white can be found on their legs.
You don't need to know this information about some animal I made up, but it will help you to visualize Zashii.