Prince of Heart- Man, thirty chapters in and now my Word assumes that an extra w in a word is normal. I should probably switch that back sometime after this story finishes in roughly a hundred or so chapters, give or take.
Eridan rubbed his hands together for warmth, and breathed into his cupped palms as he sat overlooking the town from his overwatch point. He was set up high above the town on a snowy day, watching over the isolated community located on the outskirts of the Beforus capital city. Today was the day they took it back. He looked around him at the little bunker they had made as an overwatch point whilst a team on the ground planted a bomb inside the town hall. The small area was decently sized for the two trolls inside; Eridan and Equius. A dimly lit lantern sat in the middle of the bunker, with a pile of discarded apple cores and bottles of water sat beside it from the several hours they had sat in the position now. Snow had begun to fall through the open-ended roof, coloring Eridan and Equius' formerly grey coats white, and causing Eridan to clear his glasses every few seconds.
Eridan crawled over to the pair of binoculars near his Indigo blooded partner, picked them up and glanced over the community. Most of the buildings were simple houses, with the exception of a nearby store that the sovereign had set up, something she called a 'supermarket,' and the town hall across from them, retrofitted from a noble-trolls house once the sovereign came into power. Just one of the many refitting's done by her in the name of progression, without a thought for the upper classes feelings or cultures. There were stories of this all over, and one of the most common reasons that trolls would join Eridan's army with. The hall was sparsely decorated, a simple concrete grey hidden underneath the patches of white snow, with the former paint still peeling off from a recent scrape of the building. Several citizens walked by the building, whilst a small number of guards patrolled the building, looking for any sign of intrusion.
"so wwhos the douche runnin the place now anywway?" Eridan asked his comrade.
"Some rust-b100d," Equius replied angrily. "I attempted to build a factory branch here a few weeks ago, back before I knew you were coming home. But this low-b100d outright b100 me off. It was an embarrassing situation, a very, very, FLIPPING 100d situation."
Eridan took his eyes away from the binoculars, and glanced at the seething Indigo-blood, marvelling at his ability to sweat in this chilling weather. "focus you imbecile. once i get my hands on that fuckin land dwweller wwe wwont havve to wworry about him again."
Equius nodded, as Eridan felt his PDA buzz with an incoming message. He pulled out his device, and answered the message.
began Pestering caligulasAquarium (CA)
Hello Mr Ampora
CA: wwhat the shit is this
CA: is this you vvris
CA: no vvris uses her blood colour not some hokey wwhite that i havve to highlight
No Mr Ampora, I am afraid I am not one of your many friends.
Nor do I plan to reveal my true identity.
Let's just say…
We have mutual acquaintances.
CA: i dont understand
CA: are you wwith the sovvereign
I am not, nor will I ever, be associated with either side in this admittedly useful civil war.
I am simply here to give advice, tell jokes, and proceed to observe passively, in that order.
CA: advvice
CA: wwhat the fuck does that mean
I have several vetted interests in your exploits, as they are crucial to my birth.
And further still, crucial to the creation of my universe.
You have a part in everything, and you will be the catalyst to start a chain of events eventually leading to the creation of my master.
So here is my piece of advice.
Watch out for the dice roll.
CA: …
CA: thats it
CA: wwho the fuck are you
As I said, a gentleman with mutual acquaintances.
And I am just looking out for your best interests.
CA: wwell wwheres the joke then
CA: you said there wwas a joke
Oh Mr Ampora, I never said I was up to that part yet.
We still have one more conversation, much further along your conquest.
And I will be looking forward to it.
Now Mr Ampora…
Start out with a bang, not a whimper, hmm?
An explosion sounded outside the watchpoint, and Eridan looked up over to the source; the town hall, now with a large hole blown through the front of it. Eridan looked over at Equius, who gave him a quick nod, and the two jumped from the watchpoint, which was situated upon a two story building. They landed with a soft pap on the snowy road, and started jogging towards the hall while various citizens ran away in fear around them. As they approached, they could see a figure approaching the outside world from within the smoke, and soon enough a male troll was thrown outside of the building. He fell down the stairs before eventually landing in the snow.
The two blue bloods stopped just short of him, as he slowly, and unsuccessfully, attempted to get up, bloody and beaten. It seemed to be the Rust-blood that ran the town, a sleeveless vest overlayed a long-sleeved wooly jumper, with a pair of brown slacks. He had quite a skinny figure, and such a large set of horns as well. The Rust-blood eventually situated himself on his forearms, looked up at the pair, and widened his eyes in shock.
"uH, IT'S YOU, i, UH, THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD?" he said fearfully.
"Well surprise fucker!" Vriska replied for Eridan, emerging from the smoke, with her overcoat starting to accumulating snow. She descended the stairs and grabbed a hold of the Rust-blood, hoisting him up by the armpits, and faced him towards Eridan. "Well co-8oss, what are you waiting for? Tell him who's in charge!"
Eridan glared at the Rust-blood. "i can do one fuckin better. eq take the rust blood and stand him against the wwall there."
Equius nodded, taking the Rust-blood from the visibly confused Vriska and taking him to a nearby wall. "uH, WHAT IS HAPPENING, HERE WITH THIS?"
Vriska tapped Eridan's chest. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"only wway to deal wwith scum is by eliminatin them."
"What?" Vriska exclaimed. "We can't kill him, the 8om8 was just to assert dominance over him!"
A crowd had begun to form around the trio, several of them part of Eridan's army with various blood colours splattered on them from the guards of the city. "the last time i showwed mercy my army wwas torn to smithereens. i aint makin that mistake again."
"8ut we can use him Eridan, manipul8 him! Get someone to keep a check on the Sovereign. I mean, I love to kill a good low-8lood as much as the next sexy pir8, 8ut at some points you have to know when to make strategic decisions!"
Equius called out to Eridan, "He seems to be some kind of paraplegic; I'm unable to stand him up."
"just nail him to the wwall or somethin." Eridan turned back to Vriska. "this is final. im not sparin anyone this time around. all these leaders wwho took control of my land im gonna fuckin kill wwhether you like it or not. you seem to forget wwho still made this rebellion."
"8ut I'm the reason they continue to fight! Don't I get any credit?"
Eridan stared at her for a second, before turning away in refusal to answer the question. Vriska stood by and watched as Eridan approached and stopped a few feet away from the Rust-blood, whom was now pressed to the wall with two of Eridan's soldiers holding either arm. Eridan took his wand from his belt, and pointed the stick at the pleading Rust-blood. He gave one last glance at the Thief behind him, noticing her annoyed look, and he couldn't help but feel regret for disregarding his newfound matesprit's feelings. But he had to do this. He couldn't repeat the mistakes of his past. And with a single turn of his head, he shot a beam of science through the Rust-bloods chest.
The two soldiers let go of the Rust-blood, letting him fall to the ground limply. Eridan's army began cheering amongst the crowd, and Eridan looked around him with pride. Eventually he laid eyes on Vriska, and even she began to slowly clap for him. The civilians were less welcoming unfortunately, each looking on in fear or anger, but Eridan didn't care. He was about to take back his kingdom, one city at a time.