Good evening fair viewers, I've come to inform you that this guy here who is writing this had his writers blockade busted down into tiny little crying pieces. I'm back baby! Oh and by the way this chapter will be extremely dark and bloody. Someone is going to die.
Chapter 45: The Return, part 1
The Interwar period for these days was rather peaceful as the people all felt that the world had finally equalized, but pain, and suffering had spread through the world even if it wasn't in the form of war. In Germany the people were forced to pay extrodanary amounts of money to their foes in compensation. The Greek confederation and its alliance had an economic crash as the allies began infighting over true ownership of the lands of the empire.
The Italian nation was having delusions of grandjure as the people seek to regain the glory the lost to the Byzantines. These feelings brought rise to the first facists in the world and these people brought down the Kings of Rome and replaced them with their dictators.
The world around had suffered a hellish economic decade with a recession that would come to be known as the great depression.
The many representatives of the United American Nations had severe recations to each other the giant nation splintered up into many different factions resembling that which had made up the pre-great war time except one thing the Republic of Sincere was dissolved and assimilated into the United states of America.
But, these were nothing in comparision to two events that would unfold into the rapid succession of events that would lead to the next and most brutal and hated war that the world would ever delve into.
An Austrian man had created a party for the German elections in the form of the National Socialist party, this man had one the elections and now in power had one goal, total conquest.
However down in the tombs of the 'dead' nation Byzantium a stir was felt. The city of Constantinople was in a dreadful riot the people demanding that the glory be restored to the Empire, that in fact they deserved to lead Europe in an age of 'prosperity'. The leader of these Rioters busted down the tombs doors.
He proclaimed loudly to his followers, "The Rebirth of our glorious nation will mark this new era! Quickly to the tomb!" The people rushed forward into it behind the man.
The man stood in front of the casket and pushed of the lid to see the perfectly preserved body of Triestan Byza.
Over at the capital building the doors were breached. The people charged through the halls the Leader of the Confederation held at gun point, Greece held to the wall.
Back at the tomb the man lifted Triestan up and gave him to the crowd and they walked to the capital building.
Upon reaching the capital building the man walked forward to the leader of the confederation, "You've done little to regain our lost glory you old pathetic man!" he slapped him.
The man took the gun that was pointed at the man, "These are new days, the Empire will live again! For we are the people who rightfully should rule over all kings, we are the children of the empire!"
The man held the gun to the leaders head, "But there is one obstical in our way."
Silence was all that was heard outside the city, but if one listened closely they could hear a bang like the firing of a single bullet.
The man turned and dropped the gun and walked over to the group of people holding Triestan Byza's comatose body.
His grin grew wild, "Rise my empire be born in fire once more!"
The whole room grew quite as the body twitched, and raised its head, but something was different from the nation that once only sought to bring his brother home and reunite his family, no the deep brown eyes with compassion and pain that once exsisted were no more.
All that lay were eyes that had a pitch black feel something that would swallow a persons soul like they were nothing more than a pawn on the playing field.
The once well kept brown hair was now wild and rugged giving off a feral feeling.
The body of a man who should be dead smilled, "I live." He stood up straight the people behind him slightly dwarfed by the six foot tall man.
He was dressed in the clothing he was buried in. A Purple and black trench coat on. The back adorned with the symbol of the empire. Yet the clothing was torn from poor handling by the crowd. His pants were black as well.
He cracked his neck twice looked up to the sky and breathed. He was alive.
Greece held against the wall saw this all, he was shocked and terrified by this. Yet when he opened his mouth to say something Triestan had already turned his head to him his eyes cold, dead, and wanting nothing more than the death of all that had wrong him in the past.
He walked over to Greece who's face was in perpetual shock and terror. He kneeled down to him and looked him in the eyes, "Here I thought you would be happy to see your brother alive and well." He said his voice so cold that it sent shivers down the spines of the people who could hear the barely audible wisper.
Greece snapped out of his trance, "You're… not my brother!" Triestan just stared at him blankly no emotions, no shock, no pain, no remorse, nothing, like he was a husk of his former self standing.
Then he spoke again, "Oh, but I am…" he rubbed the back of his hand against Greece's face turning and grabbing his chin. Then suddenly he brought his other hand hard smacking Greece in the face sending him to the ground, "… I've just changed." He said his face completely full of bliss as he staired at his brother who he just floored with one slap.
He then knelt down by him, "Death can do that to a person." He threw a hard kick into Greece's gut kicking him up into the air for a second before he fell back down.
This time he lifted Greece up holding him by his neck, "I lied dead for almost twenty years, stabbed brutally in the back, my whole world shattered, everything I had worked to build destroyed. Yet I stayed in a perpetual state of dream, and all I could see was me getting stabbed then getting cut into pieces… and each and everyone of my children, my siblings all took a piece, and two pieces were left the heart and the head." He drew Greece's sword from his hilt rubbing the flat of the blade across Greece's chest.
"Yet there was one who hadn't taken anything yet…" he said looking into his reflection on the blade then moving his hand to his chest.
Suddenly his face became dangerous, full of frustration and betrayel, "It was you dearest little brother." He said so quietly that it could have been mistaked for him just mouthing the words.
With that he slammed Greece into the wall, "Do you know what you took from me?" his voice grandually getting louder with each word.
Greece was so terrified he didn't say anything.
Triestan spoke again this time so loud that it practically shook the building, "Well do you?" He waited a second.
Then he raised the blade stabbing Greece right above the heart, "You took my heart!" his face was full of murderous rage, the people in the room had either ran away or backed away. The man who had brought the former empire's body here smiled.
Greece coughed up blood his lung punctured and many arteries severed. All he could think as his vision faded was, Who is this man, that has stolen his brothers body.
Triestan continued to cut out the shape of the heart not cutting the main organ until the shape was complete.
Triestan then pushed the shape out of Greece a huge hole gapping through him, blood dripping down the whole area where he stood and on the floor behind him was a still beating heart.
Some how Greece still alive opened his mouth in vain, but Triestan put his finger to his mouth, "The dead can't testify." Those were the last words he would hear.
When Greece fell to the ground dead Triestan picked up the heart and held it close to him, "Yes I'm back." With those words all hell was about to break loose.
A/N: The stage is set gentlemen and women. War on the horizon and generally a very bloody future is in store, but trust me it's all in proportion and well you'll understand later.