Grand Repossession : An Overlord Fanfiction

by LB27

Six hundred years after the Six Great Gods passed away, their descendants continued their legacy, striving to cleanse the world of anything inhuman to achieve their human supremacy. Pandora, along with every child of the Supreme Being, is now tasked with saving a world from the Six's descendants, who have become corrupted by their desire for power and control.

13. Vol2, Ch3 : De nullis ad incubum I

HAHA! You thought you were going to read a plot-related chapter, but it was a flashback chapter!

Okay, okay, JoJo meme aside, I want to write a backstory for Barada and Mearnt and their descent to the dark side.

And sorry, but I need to cut some parts of the second season because the changes I made don't align with many of the canon events. I apologize.

Don't ask me where this backstory idea came from, I had no idea myself.

No, people, this villain backstory is my own creative creation, I did not take several other already existing works and remix them to create this (not that I know of).

Warning! The following content is rated "explicit." If you don't know the difference between mature and explicit content, please do a 5-second Google search before proceeding.

Extra note: My sister, Lulu, will no longer be the beta reader as she is focusing on her study. She thanked everyone who enjoyed this crazy ass fic. Cheers!

I will find beta everything myself from this chapter on...

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Volume 2, Chapter 3: De nullis ad incubum I: Parentes luctantes

Unus pro totus, totus pro uno. Sic vis pacem, para bellum.

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[redacted] million years ago

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Kingdom of Naracia, Planet Theon, Guramey Galaxy

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On a hot summer day, Mearnt was feeling rather lazy and decided to sleep through the day alone in her bedroom in the royal palace.

She shoved her face against the pillow, not wanting to engage with her sisters and brothers because, god forbid, they would disturb her peace and quiet.

Mearnt cherished these moments of solitude, where she could escape the chaos of royal life and simply be in her own world.

Suddenly, a maid knocked on her door, waking her up from her incredibly satisfying and peaceful slumber.

"What is it?" Mearnt said sleepily, muffled by the pillow.

"Your father, his majesty, is calling you, my lady."

"Tell him I'm sleepy and don't have any reason to leave my room," Mearnt mumbled in annoyance. "Have you even seen outside the window? This summer is hot as a motherfucker."

"I'm afraid his majesty insisted that all of his children be present for an important announcement.

"Goddamn it," Mearnt grumbled, throwing off her covers and sitting up.

She quickly changed into more presentable attire and reluctantly made her way to the grand hall, where her father awaited.

As she walked down the hallway towards the grand hall, Mearnt kept blinking, her eyes still sleepy from her sudden awakening.

She couldn't help but yearn for the comfort of her bed, wishing she could crawl back under the covers and escape the sweltering heat outside.

"Oh, sister." Brodin called Mearnt as he exited his room. "Why are you so gloomy?"

"Curious cat, are you?" Mearnt replied with a tired smile. "Father must have something important to say if he's summoning us this early in the morning."

"Early? It's midday already." Brodin replied, glancing at the sun high in the sky.

"So?" Mearnt retorted, stifling a yawn. "Just because it's midday doesn't mean I've had enough sleep."

"Just how late did you stay up last night?" Brodin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Late enough, I could see the big ass fucking yellow ball of fire rise on the horizon," Mearnt replied with a chuckle.

"You stay up until dawn? Man, you're one stupid ass first daughter in line." Brodin laughed, shaking his head. "At this point, you're gonna end up without a husband."

"Oh, please, spare me your after-marriage predictions," Mearnt scoffed. "I'll find someone who appreciates my night owl tendencies."

"That means no one, sister. No man likes to see his wife look like a zombie every morning," Brodin teased.

"Well, lucky for me, I don't plan on changing my sleep schedule for anyone," Mearnt replied confidently. "If someone can't handle my night owl lifestyle, then they're not the right person for me."

"Keep dreaming, loser." Silvera chimed in on the conversation, running towards them.

"Why are you such a chirpy, pumpkin pie-looking brat?" Mearnt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because my maid just sang me a song about why Father summoned us today," Silvera replied with a mischievous grin. "Apparently, he has invited someone to discuss a business opportunity."

"Yeah? Well, tell me, dear sister." Mearnt said curiously, "Who is this mysterious person that Father wants to discuss a business opportunity with?"

"You ever heard of the group called Doomsday?" Silvera asked.

"The custom-built weapons development group? Yeah, I've heard of them," Mearnt replied, her curiosity piqued. "What could Father possibly want with them? And why does it involve us?"

"Hell, if I know, maybe Father just wants to introduce us to some influential people in the industry," Silvera speculated.

"That's dumb," Mearnt said dismissively. "On top of our war with the Melabus, now I have to worry about this? Fuck."

"Oh, come on, they're not that bad," Silvera said, trying to reassure her sister. "I've heard that the group's founder is a really cute guy. You could maybe, I don't know, talk to him, so you might have a real romantic relationship."

"Good, my own sister is trying to set me up now," Mearnt muttered sarcastically.

"Arranged marriage is not that horrible, you know." Silvera countered, rolling her eyes.

"I don't need my sister, who is not even married yet, to lecture me on relationships." Mearnt sarcastically replied in a dry tone.

"For once in your life, sister, try to listen to me. I'm just suggesting that you keep an open mind and give this guy a chance. Who knows, he might surprise you." Silvera countered back.

Mearnt sighed, considering her sister's words for a moment, before finally nodding reluctantly.

"Fine, I'll give it a shot. But don't expect me to fall head over heels just because he's 'cute'," Mearnt said, emphasizing the last word with air quotes.

"There you go, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Silvera said with a smirk.

"Please, for the love of all that is holy, tell me he is at the very least smart," Mearnt pleaded. "I can't handle another relationship with someone who lacks basic intelligence."

"Uhm…" Silvera hesitated, searching for the right words.

"Uhm what? Spit it out." Mearnt demanded impatiently.

"He's actually smart—too smart, actually." SIlvera paused, trying to gauge Mearnt's reaction.

Mearnt stopped walking and slowly turned her back to Silvera. She crossed her arms and furrowed her brows, clearly intrigued yet cautious about this new information.

"Well, color me surprised. Now this is interesting." Mearnt said with a hint of excitement. "How smart are we talking about, sister?"

"Uhm." Silvera hesitated, trying to find the right way to explain. "He's uh, he's uh…"

"Go on," Mearnt urged, her curiosity piqued.

"He's got a grade IX-level intellect," Silvera finally blurted out.

"Okay, that's a good joke. I like your joke, sister." Mearnt said, chuckling softly.

Silvera, however, remained silent, her expression turning serious. Mearnt saw her sister's change in demeanor and immediately stopped laughing.

"You're kidding me, right?" Mearnt asked, her voice filled with concern.

"No, I'm not," Silvera replied solemnly. "He's the real deal."

"No fucking way. Nuhh, uhh, no way." Mearnt repeated, shaking her head in disbelief. "You're shitting me."

"No, I'm not shitting you," Silvera insisted, her tone earnest.

"I refuse to believe it," Mearnt said stubbornly.

"Well, good thing we're going to find out the truth soon enough," Silvera replied. "Now, let's go before Father starts to nag."

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Mearnt, Brodin, and Silvera approached the tall door of the grand hall, where their father waits them.

"Announcing Princess Mearnt, Prince Brodin, and Princess Silvera," the herald proclaimed as they entered the hall.

"Ahh! My childrens! I've been waiting for you." Brama exclaimed with a wide smile, embracing each of them warmly. "I have some incredible news to share with you all."

They walked closer to his throne and stopped in front of him, eager to hear what their father had to say.

"Father." The siblings said in unison, bowing their heads in respect.

"We have great news this morning." Brama began, his voice filled with excitement. "The weapons developer group, Doomsday, has finally responded to my request. They agreed to come to our planet to discuss the contract I'm willing to offer them. This is a huge opportunity for our kingdom to strengthen our defenses and ensure the safety of our people."

"When will they arrive?" Mearnt asked calmly.

"They will arrive later today, three hours from now," Brama replied excitedly.

"Let me guess, you want us to come with you to meet them," Mearnt said, already knowing his father's request.

"Of course," Brama confirmed with a nod. "I believe our presence will demonstrate the importance and seriousness of our intentions. Plus, it would be beneficial for us to assess their capabilities firsthand."

"Ahh, I see we're buying weapons from criminals now," Mearnt remarked sarcastically. "I thought we were supposed to be a noble kingdom, not stooping to the level of dealing with shady characters." Brama sighed and shook his head.

"Mearnt, I understand your concerns, but desperate times call for desperate measures. We have exhausted all other options, and these individuals have the resources we need to protect our people." Brama said with a hint of frustration. "It's not ideal, I agree, but we must prioritize the safety and well-being of our citizens above all else."

"I suppose that makes sense," Mearnt reluctantly conceded. "But I hope we can find a more honorable solution in the future, one that doesn't involve us trading with universe-class wanted criminals."

"I know you would agree that our values and principles should never be compromised," Brama replied, his voice filled with determination. "Rest assured, my daughter, this is a temporary measure."

"I hope you know what you got ourselves into, father." Mearnt said, her tone filled with concern. "I fear that dealing with these criminals may have unforeseen consequences that we are not prepared for."

2 hours, 57 minutes later, outside of the Royal Palace...

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Intro song:

Moonlight Sonata, 3rd Movement

Cole Rolland & Kristina Schiano

Original by Ludwig van Beethoven

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King Brama and his children waited in the grassy plain just outside of the royal palace, guarded by their royal knights.

Suddenly, the clouds parted and a Titanic spaceship descended from the sky, its metallic exterior gleaming in the sunlight.

"Ahh, they're here." Brama said with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. "Remember, we must remain calm and composed throughout this discussion. No swords raised, no bows drawn, no nothing."

The spaceship reduced its altitude, slowly descending onto the grassy plain. As it touched the ground, a door opened, revealing a group of very presentable men and women.

"King Brama," the man in the middle said, stepping forward with his right hand extended in a gesture of greeting.

"Master Barada, it is a pleasure to finally meet you in person." Brama nodded politely and shook the man's hand.

"Likewise," Barada replied.

"These are my two daughters and son, from the eldest, Mearnt, Silvera, and Brodin." Brama smiled warmly and gestured for his own children to step forward.

"Hello," Barada said, introducing his children. "It's an honor to meet all of you."

"Oh, a gentleman you are." Silvera said, flashing a charming smile. "I'm Silvera, the middle child."

"I'm Brodin, the youngest." Brodin added, extending his hand for a handshake.

Mearnt didn't immediately take Barada's hand, but she narrowed her eyes at him, looking at him dead in the eye.

Barada stopped smiling and raised his eyebrow, battling her in a staring contest.

After a few tense seconds, Mearnt finally reached out and shook Barada's hand firmly.

"Mearnt," Mearnt said curtly, releasing Barada's hand with a firm grip. "The eldest."

"Pleasure to meet you," Barada said flatly, his tone lacking any genuine enthusiasm.

"Master Barada, please forgive my eldest daughter. She is usually not like this." Brama apologized, trying to diffuse the tension.

However, Mearnt remained silent, her expression unchanged. Barada nodded politely, but his guarded demeanor suggested that he was not easily swayed by Brama's words.

"King Brama, let's talk business. Based on your tone when reaching us out, I take it that your Kingdom have an urgent situation that desperately needed my organization's specialty?" Barada asked, leaning forward slightly.

"Indeed," Brama replied, his voice tinged with urgency. "We are facing a grave threat from a neighboring kingdom, and we require your expertise in the form of more advanced custom-built armaments."

"What is the budget you're willing to shed for this project?" Barada inquired, his eyes narrowing slightly. "We understand the urgency of the situation, but our organization's expertise comes at a cost."

"My kingdom is prepared to drop a significant amount of funds for this project," Brama responded firmly. "We are willing to allocate a substantial portion of our treasury to ensure the safety and defense of our kingdom. However, we also expect exceptional quality and effectiveness in the armaments provided."

"My organization only produced the best of the best," Barada assured.

"Comparable to those from Regnum Dei?" Mearnt asked skeptically..

"I took my studies there, Princess Mearnt. I know quality when I see it. Our armaments have been tested and proven to be on par with those from Regnum Dei." Barada stated confidently.

"Hmm, really?" Mearnt raised an eyebrow, clearly still skeptical. "I understand your confidence, but can you provide any evidence or testimonials from other kingdoms that have used your armaments?"

"I have something much better," Barada said, snapping his finger. "Missy."

His assistant, Missy, stepped forward with a long black metal case and put it on the ground in front of him, opening it up to reveal a collection of beautifully crafted energy blasters, swords, shields, bows, and other weapons.

"Have a little taste, shall we?" Barada smirked, pulling out a sword hilt from the case. "RX-09, single-bladed plasma sword, 0.9 kilograms, 95 centimeters of energy blade length, and a maximum active duration of over 300 hours."

"Or would you prefer something ranged?" Barada asked, pulling an energy blaster from the case. "AK-101, a fully automatic energy blaster with a firing rate of 1200 rounds per minute, 15000 shots per battery, and a range of up to 5000 meters."

"Sweet mother of god!" Silvera took the blaster from his hand and inspected it. "This is very nice indeed!"

"Do you have something… heavier?" Brodin asked, eyeing the weapons in the case. "I'm talking about heavy artillery, something that can pack a punch and take down anything in its path."

Barada snapped his finger again, and another assistant wheeled another large metal case in front of him, opening it up and stepping away.

"This one is my organization's first heavy weapon to hit the market," Barada said, stomping the small pedal outside the case.

The weapon inside the case started to float and hover in mid-air, orbiting around Barada in a circular motion.

The weapons pods were shaped like a peanut on the outer side of the ring and emitted a low hum as they spun.

"I present to you ISB Mark 3," Barada announced with a proud smile. "The ISB Mark 3 is a state-of-the-art miniaturized particle accelerator that harnesses the power of subatomic particles to deliver devastating energy blasts. Its compact design allows for easy maneuverability and concealment, making it a formidable weapon for covert operations."

They looked at the weapon with awe and curiosity, their eyes fixed on the mesmerizing display of floating weapons.

"Let's talk numbers, King Brama. Price negotiation is one of my favorite parts," Barada said, deactivating the floating weapons display.

"Oh, Right." Brama nodded, his eyes still fixed on the deactivated display. "I plan to contract your organization to reinforce my kingdom's entire defense and upgrade our armaments."

"Oh, this will cost you very handsomely," Barada interrupted with a sly grin. "What is the duration of the contract you have in mind?"

"I want everything done in two years," Brama responded confidently. "I need my kingdom to be ready in case the neighboring kingdom, Melabus, decides to launch an attack. They have been showing signs of aggression lately."

"Understood," Barada replied, his grin widening. "First things first, my organization needs a space to conduct our research, preferably somewhere spacious, open, and with a low risk of civilian interference."

"You can use the northern part of the royal palace to set up your lab there." Brama said with a nod. "It's secluded and secure, away from the main areas of the palace. It should provide the privacy and space your organization needs for their research."

"Thank you very much. Now if we're done here, excuse me, I will start to work." Barada said, making his way back into his spaceship to relocate and set up.

The ship lit up its engine and took off from the ground, propelling itself forward towards the northern part of the royal palace.

"I absolutely cannot stand that guy," Mearnt said under her breath, watching Barada's spaceship disappear into the distance. "His arrogance is insufferable; I feel like I wanted to scratch his face with a fork."

"Calm down, daughter." Brama said soothingly, placing a comforting hand on Mearnt's shoulder. "We have more important matters to focus on now."

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Doomsday Research Laboratory, north of Naracia Royal Palace

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Barada led his scientists in researching the best weapons to make for the kingdom, and the lab became very busy with experimentation.

They studied their geography, natural resources, and historical battles to gain insights into effective weaponry.

Barada tinkered with his hypothesis on the next possible energy weapon, pouring his formula into the holographic computer simulation.

His assistant, Missy, was whistling a melody as she typed into the computer, inputting data on the latest advancements in materials science and energy technology.

Barada glanced at her, completely engrossed in her work while drowning in the music played into her ear.

She changed from whistling to humming to sing the song in low tones, her voice blending with the soft hum of the holographic computer simulation.

'So tell me what you want to hear—something that would light those ears. I'm sick of all the insincere words, I'm gonna give all my secrets away.'

Barada tapped her shoulders and surprised her, she took off her ear buds and turned to face him.

"Oh, sorry, sir. Did I start to sing again?" Missy asked sheepishly, her cheeks turning a shade of pink.

"You do," Barada said, chuckling. "What was that song you were listening to, by the way?"

"Oh, uh, just a song I heard from a teenage love story movie," Missy replied, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Since when did you start to watch romance movies?" Barada raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious.

"Like since last year, perhaps?" Missy answered, trying to sound nonchalant. "I guess I wanted to see what all the fuss was about."

"Did you start to go out or stuff?" Barada asked, leaning in with interest.

"N-No?" Missy stammered, feeling a bit flustered. "I mean, I've gone on a few dates here and there, but those guys were nothing but lustful beats."

"I thought good girls wanted bad guys?" Barada teased, smirking.

"Who said that?" Missy retorted, rolling her eyes.

"Well, now that you mention it, Ronnie Radke, I suppose," Barada added, chuckling.

"Which reminds me, sir." Missy interjected, trying to change the subject. "What do you think of Princess Mearnt?"

"Why are you asking me that? I had nothing to do with her." Barada replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Call it a girl's intuition, but I think she might have a crush on you," Missy said, raising an eyebrow.

"Alright, I'm gonna stop you right there," Barada interrupted, holding up his hand. "I don't think that's the case at all. Princess Mearnt and I have only had a few brief interactions, and from those very short minutes, I could already see her soul. She's nothing but a bratty and entitled princess who thinks she can have anyone she wants. I have no interest in her whatsoever; her brain is a bag full of cats."

"I don't think she's that bad," Missy interjected, her voice filled with a hint of disagreement. "People can often be misunderstood based on first impressions. Maybe if you gave her a chance, you might discover a different side to her."

"Yeah, that's called the worse side of hers," Barada retorted with a chuckle.

"Get this, the way I heard it from Princess Silvera is that she's interested in smart, intelligent guys, and when she heard that you're a grade IX kind of smart, she completely flipped out. She's been asking around about you and seems pretty eager to get to know you better. Maybe she's not as bad as you think, sir." Missy smiled, hoping to change his perspective.

"I severely doubt it, Missy. She's as predictable as clockwork. Every time I've interacted with her, she's shown nothing but arrogance and a superiority complex. I wish murder was legal so I could get away with never having to see her again. Thank you, Cain." Barada rolled his eyes at Missy's attempt to change his mind.

"Do you despise her, sir?" Missy asked, genuinely curious about Barada's feelings towards the girl in question.

"How do I explain it?" Barada began, pausing to gather his thoughts. "I do not like that girl, Missy. Her smug aura mocks me."

"The what?" Missy asked, puzzled by Barada's use of the term "smug aura."

"It's like she exudes an air of superiority and condescension," Barada clarified. "It's as if she believes she's better than everyone else, and it infuriates me."

"Why don't you talk it out with her face-to-face?" Missy suggested, hoping that a direct conversation might help resolve the tension between Barada and Mearnt.

"Alright, fine, I'll try." Barada reluctantly agreed. "But I'm only doing this for you."

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Royal Palace, 7 hours later

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Barada walks down the dark hallway of the royal palace with a simple flashlight in his hand to guide his way.

He yawned as he continued to walk to his room, his eyes already heavy with exhaustion.

"Barada?" Mearnt called from behind him.

"Oh, princess Mearnt. What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Barada asked, surprised to see her.

"I'm a night owl, I don't feel like sleeping," Mearnt replied.

"You do? That's surprising." Barada said sarcastically.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Mearnt asked in a defensive tone.

"Well, you are a princess after all. I assumed you would have a more luxurious and comfortable lifestyle," Barada explained.

"Clearly, you know nothing of being a princess and a royal," Mearnt retorted annoyingly.

"Thank God," Barada muttered under his breath. "I wouldn't trade my freedom for all the luxuries in the world."

"That's rather offensive of you, mad scientist." Mearnt replied, crossing her arms. "May I remind you that if I say one word to my father, your contract is over?"

"Now hold on, brat. You people came to me for help, I could just leave without fulfilling my end of the deal," Barada threatened, his tone growing more menacing. "I will supply your kingdom with weapons and upgrade your defenses, but if you keep this bratty attitude, I might reconsider my offer. Remember, you need me more than I need you."

"Are you willing to dirty your hands with the blood of trillions of innocents?" Mearnt countered.

"That's where you misunderstand, princess. My hands were never clean to begin with," Barada sneered. "I've done things far worse than supplying weapons."

Barada turned to walk away, not wanting to engage in further conversation. He knew that his words had struck a nerve with Mearnt, and he was confident that she would think twice before challenging him again.

"Wait," Mearnt said, pulling his lab coat's sleeves.

"What now?" Barada turned around, raising an eyebrow at Mearnt's sudden change in tone.

"I couldn't sleep," Mearnt said sheepishly.

"What does that have to do with me?" Barada asked, his voice tinged with annoyance.

"Would you like to, uh, watch a movie in my room?" Mearnt asked, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

"Say what?" Barada asked, his confusion evident on his face.

"You know what a movie," Mearnt mumbled, avoiding eye contact. "I just thought we started off wrong, maybe we could talk and get to know each other better. Plus, it might help me relax and take my mind off things."

"Alright, fine. I got nothing better to do anyway." Barada reluctantly agreed, his tone softening slightly. "But just so we're clear, this doesn't mean anything more than watching a movie, right?"

Barada and Mearnt retreat back to her room, she closes the door and flips the lock.

"So, uh, where do I sit?" Barada asked, looking around the room for a suitable spot.

"We can lay on the bed, I don't have a couch." Mearnt responded, gesturing towards the bed. "It's actually pretty comfortable, don't worry."

Barada hesitated for a moment before cautiously making his way to the bed, trying to suppress any nervousness he felt.

"Your bed feels kinda comfy," Barada commented, sinking into the soft sheets. "I definitely need to shop for a new mattress."

"You don't have a soft mattress on your spaceship?" Mearnt joked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, unfortunately not," Barada chuckled. "We have to prioritize functionality over comfort in space. But I'll definitely enjoy this while I can."

They both laughed, feeling more at ease in each other's company.

"So, what are we watching?" Barada asked, glacing at the holographic screen on the wall.

"I have a wide selection of movies and shows," Mearnt replied, scrolling through the options. "There's this one romance comedy show I'm dying to watch."

"Is it good?" Barada asked curiously.

"Well, it has received great reviews, and a lot of people seem to enjoy it," Mearnt replied, still scrolling through the options. "It's supposed to be funny and heartwarming."

"Alright, then." Barada said, putting a pillow under his head and getting comfortable on the bed.

They watched the comedic teenage drama with anticipation, laughing at the witty dialogue and relatable characters.

"Tell me, Barada. Are you currently seeing anyone?" Mearnt asked, turning to Barada during a commercial break.

"No, not at the moment," Barada replied with a shrug. "I've been focusing on work and haven't really had time for dating. What about you?"

"Dating as a princess? No way in hell is my father going to allow any romantic relationships until I'm married off to a prince," Mearnt replied with a sigh.

"Sounds tough, sorry." Barada said, sipping a drink from a glass bottle.

"Thanks, I just don't get their obsession with my love life. I mean, can't a princess have a little freedom?" Mearnt said, rolling her eyes.

"I guess not," Barada replied sympathetically.

"I deserve to feel what love feels like too," Mearnt continued, her voice filled with frustration.

"Wait, you never dated anyone in your life before?" Barada asked, raising an eyebrow. "Nope, I never had the chance," Mearnt replied with a hint of disappointment.

"Never kissed, snuggled, or fucked?" Barada asked bluntly, causing Mearnt to choke on her drink.

"Uh, no," Mearnt managed to say, blushing furiously.

"Well, that's a shame," Barada said.

"Alright, my turn. Are you?" Mearnt asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Am I what?" Barada questioned, confused.

"Have you ever been in a relationship or experienced love?" Mearnt clarified.

"I have back when I was studying in Regnum Dei, but not to that extent." Barada paused. "It was more of a short-lived fling than a real relationship. I guess you could say I've never really found the right person."

"Ah, so you never kissed a girl or had sex?" Mearnt asked, raising an eyebrow. Barada chuckled nervously, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, I can't say I haven't had any experiences in that department," Barada admitted.

"That makes us both sad and lonely virgins," Mearnt joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"That makes us both pathetic and desperate," Barada added with a self-deprecating smile.

As the night grew late, Barada glanced to see Mearnt already falling asleep, leaning on his shoulder.

'This is so lewd—no, Barada! Get a grip on yourself! Be a gentleman and cover her up!'

Barada slowly slid out of the bed and covered Mearnt with a thick blanket, adjusting her pullow so her head was more supported.

He couldn't help but smile at her peaceful expression, the smug arrogance of her usual princess demeanor replaced by vulnerability in her sleep.

Barada stood up slowly from her bed so he wouldn't wake her up, but Mearnt pulled his sleeves and murmured softly.

"Stay with me, Barada." Mearnt whispered.

"This is a bad idea, princess. If anyone sees us-"

"If, and that's a big ass if," Mearnt interrupted.

"Princess I don't think this is very appropriate." Barada hesitated, his eyes darting around the room nervously.

"What's there to lose? We're both virgins, Barada." Mearnt whispered. "You and I were not so different, love was not something we had in our dictionary."

"Uhm, our virginity?" Barada stammered, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. "I mean, it's not just about that, Princess. There are consequences to consider, especially for you."

"Come on," Mearnt urged, placing a hand on Barada's arm. "Say you wake up 50 years from now, looking back on your life. Will you regret not taking this chance? We deserve to experience love, even if it's just for a moment."

Barada sighed, his internal struggle evident on his face.

"I understand, Princess. But we must think about—"

"Hush…" Mearnt interrupted gently, placing a finger on his lips. "You think too much, scientist."

Mearnt slowly closed in and placed her lips on his, silencing his words. The world around them faded away as they embraced the moment, savoring the taste of forbidden love.

"You're not going to stop, aren't you?" Barada whispered.

"What if I say no?" Mearnt smiled mischievously, her eyes sparkling with desire.

"I'm so gonna regret this," Barada muttered.

He kissed her back, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them. Mearnt pushed him down to the bed, grabbing his shirt and pulling it off in a frenzy of passion.

Barada did the same and ripped her royal dress to shreds, leaving her undergarments exposed to the moonlight.

"Your father is so going to hang us both." Barada whispered.

"That'll do," Mearnt replied with a sly grin, her voice filled with defiance.

"Wait, I don't have a safety on hand," Barada whispered in concern.

"Ah, it's fine." Mearnt reassured him.

"What do you mean, fine?" Barada asked, his voice tinged with worry.

"It's my safe day," Mearnt replied nonchalantly. "I'm not fertile right now, so there's no need to worry about any consequences."

"Are you sure? Because that's worrying," Barada asked, his brows furrowing with concern.

"Are you scared of a little accident?" Mearnt teased, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Don't worry, I've been keeping track of my cycle. We're in the clear."

"Alright, if you say so," Barada reluctantly agreed, still feeling a hint of unease.

"Come on, what's the worst that could happen?" Mearnt asked smirkingly.

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Scene song: Secrets by OneRepublic

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That very midnight, the two inexperienced lovers decided to take a chance and engage in unprotected sex.

The calmness of the night was drowned out by the sounds of moaning, bed squeking, slaps, and heavy breathing.

The hallway outside their room remained silent, unaware of the sinful activities happening behind closed doors.

Day after day, after Barada finishes developing weapons for the Kingdom of Naracia under the obligation to fulfill his contract, he always retreats to Mearnt's room.

They continued to engage in a lovey-dovey relationship, finding solace and comfort in pleasuring each other in a hot and steamy sexual encounter.

Day after day, Barada and Mearnt drowned themselves in each other's embrace. Barada completely forgets about where he ejaculates and loses himself in the passionate moments they share.

Time passes fast when they finally find what makes their days worthwhile. Days become weeks and months. Until one day…

4 months later...

Mearnt hasn't felt well for the past few days, she always feels nauseous and runs to the sink every time she wakes up in the morning.

"Are you okay?" Barada asked, concern etched on his face.

"I'm fine, just a little—" Mearnt puked again, interrupting her sentence.

Concern deepened in Barada's eyes as he gently rubbed her back, realizing that something more serious might be going on.

"Maybe we should see a doctor," Barada suggested softly, his voice filled with worry.

"No, if any doctors I know find out about this, things will go south real fast." Mearnt whispered, her voice filled with fear. "We need to find someone less conventional, someone who won't report it."

"I know someone," Barada said in a low tone.

"Who? Can we trust this person?" Mearnt asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

"I do. I trust her," Barada replied, his voice steady and reassuring.

"Okay, then call her. We need to—" Mearnt ran back to the sink, gagging as another wave of nausea hit her.

"Screw this," Barada put a hooded cloak on Mearnt and carried her out of the room. "We can't waste any more time. I'll take you to her."

---

Doomsday Research Laboratory

---

*Clang, clang*

"Welcome back, sir. I've been looking for-" Missy turned her back to see Barada carrying an unknown woman in his arms.

"Missy, I need help." Barada pleaded, his voice urgent.

"Sure, sir. I'll help you out—hold on! Is that Princess Mearnt?!" Missy exclaimed in shock. "What the hell happened to her?"

"I don't know! She started feeling nauseous these past few days." Barada explained, putting her on a medical table.

Missy quickly put on a rubber glove and slid every piece of medical equipment and machinery close to the table.

"Nauseous? What the hell did she eat or drink?" Missy asked, placing a stetoscope around her neck.

"I'm not sure, but we need to figure it out quickly. She's in bad shape," Barada replied.

"Her heart rate is just slightly above average, excessive sweating, her breasts are also slightly tender—wait, tender?" Missy paused, her eyebrows furrowing in concern. "Princess Mearnt, when is the last time you had your period?"

"I don't remember," Mearnt responded weakly, her voice barely audible. "But I've been feeling off for a while now."

Missy dropped her jaw, slowly turning to Barada with a look of realization. She shoved Barada into the cabinet and held his collar.

"Master, what did you do? What the fuck did you do?!" Missy demanded, her voice filled with anger and fear.

"Calm down, Missy." Barada said, trying to steady his voice.

"Oh, god, it all makes sense now." Missy whispered, her eyes widening in horror. "All those times you disappeared right after you logged out, it was four months ago."

"Missy, let's calm down now-"

"Calm down?! Master! You impregnate a fucking princess!" Missy exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of shock and disbelief. "We're in deep trouble now."

"Yeah, I know! That's why I'm asking for your help," Barada pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. "I'm not asking you a lot, just that you keep this a secret."

"Master, I don't think you understand how hard it is to hide a literal princess away from the entire kingdom. People will notice her absence and start asking questions. And what about the child? How do you plan on explaining that to the king?" Missy raised a valid concern, her eyebrows furrowing with worry. "We need to come up with a plan, and fast."

"I don't know, I'll think of something." Barada said with a sigh.

"The good news is she's still in her first trimester, so you could at least push her public appearance up until the later stages of her pregnancy." Missy suggested, scratching her head thoughtfully. "Meanwhile, just, uh, lay down, princess. I'll do an ultrasound and make sure everything is progressing smoothly."

Missy rubbed Mearnt's belly gently and turned on the ultrasound machine. As the image appeared on the screen, Missy's face lit up with relief.

"Everything looks great so far," she reassured Mearnt. "Looks like it's going to be a twin?" Mearnt and Barada exchanged puzzled glances, blinking rapidly in surprise.

"A twin?" Mearnt repeated.

"I'm sorry, we only ordered one." Barada said sarcastically.

"Master, you do realize you can't control how many babies you have, right?" Missy asked in a puzzled tone. "Twins can happen naturally, even if you were only expecting one."

"Well, shit." Barada muttered under his breath.

"Are you scared?" Mearnt asked, concern evident in her voice.

"I would be fucking lying if I said I wasn't," Barada replied, his voice tinged with anxiety.

"Barada, you're sweating a lot." Mearnt observed, her brow furrowing with worry.

"Am I?" Barada asked, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "I guess the shock is getting to me."

"I don't mean to interrupt, Master. But we still need to present the weapons we researched to the king. You better get yourself together and do whatever you can to hide Princess Mearnt." Missy reminded, her tone urgent.

"Yeah, you're right. Let's uhh calm down and uhh get shit done." Barada said, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "Get everyone ready to assemble at the royal palace courtyard, I'll, uh, get the king."

"What about me?" Mearnt asked.

"I'm sorry, I will need you to lay low. There's a safehouse my organization built in the Bimisch Valley, we use it for mineral study. You need to stay there for a while." Barada explained.

"What about my father?" Mearnt asked in concern.

"I'll deal with him," Barada reassured. "I'll make sure he doesn't find out about you."

---

After that, Barada hides Princess Mearnt away from the kingdom to keep the king unaware of her forbidden relationship with Barada and the child she carries.

Barada knows that if the king were to discover their secret, it could lead to dire consequences for both Mearnt and their child.

For the very first time in his dark and sinister life, he finally has something worth fighting for and protecting.

He worked day and night developing the kingdom's new custom-built weapons and upgrading its defenses, while concealing the king from any suspicious activities or inquiries about Mearnt.

Barada knew that if the king ever got wind of their relationship, he would stop at nothing to ensure their separation, even if it meant killing their unborn child.

Four months after that…

Mearnt was lying on her back on the bed, with Barada laying flat between her legs, rubbing her ever-growing pregnant belly and whispering sweet nothings to their unborn child.

"Hello~" Barada said, gently placing a hand on Mearnt's belly. "This is your daddy speaking."

"Keep that smug smile on your face, you're infecting them with your pervy charm," Mearnt teased, playfully swatting Barada's hand away.

"Can't a man enjoy his time speaking to his unborn twins? Sweet Jesus," Barada said smirkingly.

"Just don't say any adult things to them, okay?" Mearnt replied with a laugh.

"Aww, where's the fun in that?" Barada replied, winking at Mearnt.

"Fuck your fun, o daddy." Mearnt replied, rolling her eyes with a playful grin.

"Oh, sh-I mean, wow. You hear that, girls? Your mom is a potty mouth herself." Barada laughed, shaking his head.

"Damn scientist," Mearnt said, playfully nudging Barada's shoulder.

Barada kept rubbing her belly, while Mearnt also rubbed his hair. She noticed his face start to turn gloomy, pondering something that weighed heavily on his mind.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Mearnt asked, her playful demeanor fading.

Barada sighed deeply, his face turning slightly more serious.

"Mearnt," Barada began, his voice filled with concern. "You think I would be a good father? Will they be proud to have me as their father?"

"What do you mean?" Mearnt asked, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Barada took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding.

"You know what I mean, Mearnt. I'm a wanted criminal, I killed who knows how many people for the hell of it, and I enjoy their slow, antagonizing demise. I'm officially the most messed-up father in the universe. How can I possibly be a good father and provide a stable, loving environment for our girls?" Barada paused, his eyes filled with self-doubt.

Mearnt reached out and gently placed her hand on his, her voice soothing.

"Do you wish to forget your past and start fresh?" Mearnt asked, her eyes searching his for any sign of hope.

"Of course I am," Barada replied. "But I'm afraid that one day our girls will found out about their dad's dark and sinister past. It's a burden I don't want them to carry, and I fear it will taint their perception of me."

"My love, first things first. Your past is your past, if you keep looking back at it, you'll never be able to move forward," Mearnt reassured him. "I was never proud of you being a universe weapons dealer, your hands have unknowingly caused who knows how many galaxies to suffer. But you have changed, Barada. You've chosen a different path now, and that's what matters. Our girls will see the man you are today, not the mistakes you made in the past."

"Do you really think an evil man like me could change?" Barada asked, his voice filled with doubt and self-judgment.

"Well, you're here now, aren't you?" Mearnt responded with a gentle smile. "Though, if I'm being honest, I wish you would leave some part of your evil past untouched."

"What do you mean by that?" Barada asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"A good father will use the forces of good to keep his family happy, but his evil is the one who protects them." Mearnt explained, his voice tinged with sadness. "I worry that if you completely let go of your past, you may lose the ability to protect those you love."

"A necessary evil," Barada murmured, contemplating Mearnt's words. "The duality of a family man."

"Exactly." Mearnt nodded.

"So you're saying I should negotiate with my devil?" Barada asked, his eyes narrowing with uncertainty. Mearnt put a comforting hand on his shoulder, smiling at him.

"Love, the weapons you developed killed many people, but a weapon is a weapon. You can either use it to do harm or protect those you care about." Mearnt paused for a moment, her gaze fixed on Barada's troubled expression. "I want my husband to be the holy angel my daughters can be proud of, but also the evil monster that could turn his conscience off and kill to protect his family. Never kill the monster, just keep it locked deep down in your heart and know when to let it out. Life is never just black and white, you will start to see grey and all the shades in between."

Barada glanced around the room, thinking of Mearnt's words. She had a good point, not every angel is good, and not every devil is evil.

"Where did you learn that kind of wisdom?" Barada asked, genuinely curious about the source of Mearnt's profound insight.

"Actually, your assistant came up with that, she wants me to tell your oblivious ass that ever since I'm pregnant." Mearnt answered with a mischievous smile.

"I know that girl would come up with that cheesy saying. She's always full of surprises." Barada chuckled, realizing that his assistant's creativity extended beyond just her work tasks.

"So back to your question, I guess yeah, you would be a good father." Mearnt replied, her mischievous smile turning into a warm one.

"Thank you… for believing me." Barada said sincerely, touched by Mearnt's words.

"Just promise me something, Barada." Mearnt said, her voice filled with emotion. "Promise me that no matter how bad things go, don't ever leave me or our daughters."

"I promise." Barada kissed her lips, caressing her hair. "You have my word."

After it finally came to the 9th month, Barada went straight to the safehouse in the valley. When he approached the safehouse, he could hear Mearnt screaming in pain from inside.

He quickly takes off his work clothes and wears a sterile white garment, rushing towards her and tripping along the way.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Barada exclaimed, breathless and filled with worry.

"What took you so goddamn long?" Mearnt cried out between contractions, her face contorted in agony.

"Sorry, traffic was wild as fuck." Barada apologized, trying to catch his breath.

"Good, at least you're here now." Missy said, stepping aside to make room for Barada. "She's already 10 cm dilated. We need to do this now or never."

"I'm ready!" Mearnt declared, her voice strained but determined.

"Very well, push!" Missy spoke instructively, positioning herself to assist Mearnt during the delivery.

Mearnt screamed in pain as she pushed with all her might, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

"That's it! Breathe! Breathe!" Missy encouraged.

Mearnt took deep breaths, trying to find a rhythm amidst the pain. With each push, the head of the baby began to emerge, and Mearnt's determination grew stronger.

Barada started to get overwhelmed and lose his strength, almost blacking out, but Mearnt slapped him hard across the face, snapping him back to reality.

"Don't you dare go out on me now!" Mearnt yelled.

"Right, sorry!" Barada apologized, shaking off his dizziness.

"That's it! A little more push!" Missy cheered.

Mearnt mustered every ounce of strength she had left and pushed with all her might. Finally, with one final push, the baby was born, crying loudly as it took its first breath.

"No time to rest, we need to get the other one out now." Missy said urgently.

"Now?! Shouldn't you let her rest for a bit?" Barada asked, concerned for Mearnt's well-being.

"There's no time," Missy replied, her voice filled with urgency. "The second baby is in distress, and we need to act quickly to ensure their safety, or else both the baby and Mearnt will die."

"But-"

"I can do this! Let's fucking go!" Mearnt exclaimed.

"Push!" Missy commanded, her hands ready to guide the second baby's arrival.

Mearnt gritted her teeth and summoned every ounce of strength she had left, pushing with all her might.

The room filled with screams as Mearnt pushed the second baby out, her hand gripping Barada's forearm and squeezing with a vice-like grip.

The baby emerged, gasping for air, and Missy quickly cleared its airway before placing it on Mearnt's chest.

"Congratulation! It's twin girls," Missy said with a smile, relieved that both babies were safely delivered.

Mearnt's exhaustion was momentarily forgotten as she looked down at her two precious daughters, tears streaming down her face.

Barada quickly lightly hugged Mearnt, kissing her forehead, before stepping back to give her space to bond with their newborn daughters.

He turned back and hugged Missy too, tears of joy streaming down his face.

"Missy! I say a raise, but that wouldn't even do you justice. Thank you for bringing our beautiful daughters into the world," Barada said, his voice filled with gratitude and love.

"Don't mention it, master." Missy replied humbly. "It was an honor to assist in the delivery of your precious daughters. They are truly a blessing."

"They're beautiful, just like you." Barada said smilingly, kissed Mearnt on the cheek, and then turned to admire their daughters once more.

"They have your eyes, though. I'm so envious." Mearnt replied weakly.

"Doesn't matter, you three still look gorgeous." Barada replied, his heart swelling with pride.

"So, what's their name?" Missy asked.

"Shit, I knew we forgot something." Barada laughed sheepishly.

"Right… We haven't even decided on a name." Mearnt looked at Barada with a playful glare.

"How about… Barias and Nema?" Barada suggested, looking at Mearnt for approval.

"Okay, I will let you off with naming other shit with a corny ass name you got from your weird mech fighting comic, but your own daughters? FUCK NO!" Mearnt exclaimed, playfully slapping Barada's arm.

"Alright, alright, my bad." Barada said, rubbing his arm. "I'm shitty at naming things."

"This stupid ass," Mearnt joked, shaking her head. "Well, we better come up with something soon. We can't keep calling them 'Baby A' and 'Baby B' forever."

"Why not Avalon and Evelyn?" Missy suggested, joining the conversation.

"Excuse me?" Barada raised an eyebrow, surprised by Missy's suggestion.

"Avalon and Evelyn," Missy repeated, smiling. "They're both our company's first twin-modeled superfighters. Back then, you said you wanted to use that name again someday, why not today?"

"You mean from project 0515B?" Barada asked.

"Yes, sir. We've discontinued the project, but the name still holds significance," Missy explained. "It's a way to honor our past achievements while also giving these twins a unique and meaningful identity."

Barada paused for a moment, considering Missy's suggestion.

"Avalon and Evelyn," he repeated, nodding slowly. "I like it. Let's make it official."

"Seriously? You're naming our daughters after two super fighter jets you designed, god knows how long ago?" Mearnt exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. "First comics, now past projects. What's next? Fruits and vegetables?"

"God, no. But I think Avalon and Evelyn are beautiful names. Hear me out, why not settle with that instead of dismissing it based on their connection to my past work?" Barada replied.

"I do admit, they do sound elegant and sophisticated. Plus, they have a strong and empowering feel to them. It's like giving our daughters a piece of our history and legacy. And who knows, maybe they'll grow up to be just as successful and influential as the fighter jets they were named after." Mearnt sighed, realizing the sentimental value behind Barada's suggestion. "Alright, alright! Avalon and Evelyn, it is then."

"YES!" Barada exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. "I knew you'd come around! Avalon and Evelyn, it is!"

"You hear that, Avalon? Evelyn? Mommy's here, my beautiful daughters." Mearnt whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

She gently kissed each of their foreheads, breastfeeding her newborn daughters as she reflected on the significance of their names.

15 months later...

Barada and Mearnt watched with joy to see their twin daughters walk for the very first time.

Avalon walked a little further than her sister, who fell after seven steps. Barada and Mearnt cheered and clapped, proud of both their daughters' accomplishments.

Both were crawling back to Barada, who was sitting in the corner of the room, flash-scrolling through his daily lab reports, ignoring the less important details.

Mearnt picked up both of them and walked to Barada, shaking her head at his lack of attention.

"Your daughters have just started walking, and you paid more attention to your work?" Mearnt asked.

"Oh, don't worry, love. I was only giving you a headstart." Barada said smugly, flashing a playful grin. "After all, they are daddy's girls."

Mearnt rolled her eyes, knowing that Barada's work often consumed him. She took his Holo tablet with her free hand and tossed it onto the bed.

"Daughters first, work later," Mearnt reminded him firmly. "Or I swore to the Supreme Being Bukubukuchagama, the couch will be the least of your worries."

Barada slowly took his glass off, put it on the table, and crossed his fingers and legs.

"Let me ask you this," Barada began, leaning back in his chair. "Do you hold them tightly in your arms right now?"

"Of course, why?" Mearnt replied in confusion.

"Because," Barada picked Mearnt up in his arm and threw her onto the bed.

"What the hell was that for?! I was holding them in my arms!" Mearnt exclaimed, clearly startled.

Barada laughed, took his shoes off, and jumped on the bed next to her.

"Aww, I know you still look cute when you're angry," he said, playfully poking her cheek.

"I do not look cute when I'm angry! I'm always cute!" Mearnt retorted, pouting.

"Are you?" Barada challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I am! What the fuck are you—Aaaahhh~"

Barada flicked her niple and bit her earlobe, and Mearnt moaned in surprise, pushing him away.

"That's not funny, Barada! Don't touch me like that without my consent," she said firmly, her expression turning serious.

"Why? I'm your husband. We made these beautiful girls ourselves, sex is the least of our worries," Barada replied, trying to lighten the mood.

"Are you jealous that I spend more of my time with our daughters than you?" Mearnt asked, simirking smuggishly.

"Well, these girls have been stealing my wife away." Barada let out a chuckle, playfully poking his daughters' cheeks. "I, as the breadwinner, felt left out. You hear that, girls? Daddy wants mommy too, you know."

"You are one weird ass boyfriend and an even weirder husband." Mearnt retorted, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah? I think I'm a killer partner and an amazing father," Barada replied, his smile widening.

"Wipe that smug smile off your face." Mearnt said with a playful smirk. "And hand me them, it's their lunch time."

"Lunch time?" Barada asked hopefully, raising both eyebrows.

"Yes, lunch time, and no, you may not join in on the breastfeeding." Mearnt said, chuckling.

"That's it, I'm officially left out of the fun." Barada pouted, crossing his arms.

"Oh, shut up. Here, have your tablet back." Mearnt said, handing him the tablet. "You can start working again for now."

"Are we, uh, having fun tonight?" Barada asked again, hopefully.

"Really? We just had sex earlier this morning, and you're already asking for more?" Mearnt replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey! I'm a man, I have my needs." Barada defended, smirking.

"Well, maybe we can have some fun later," Mearnt said playfully, "but right now, the girls are my priority."

"Alright fine. But are you sure they can't scooch over for a bit? You know, give a room for their daddy to milk mommy too?" Barada joked, winking at Mearnt.

"Get outta here." Mearnt laughed, throwing a small stuffed animal at him.

"Alright, alright, I was joking!" Barada laughed, dodging the stuffed animal. "I'm getting kicked out of my own bedroom by my own wife, goddamn."

---

Royal Palace Garden

---

King Brama and his two children, Prince Brodin and Princess Silvera, approached the royal garden after Barada asked them to come to the grass area near the fountain.

The sun was shining brightly, casting a golden glow on the vibrant flowers and lush greenery that adorned the garden.

As they walked towards Barada, they noticed that he and his men were assembling something large and bulky in the center of the garden, covered by a large black cloth.

"Master Barada, what's the occasion?" Brama asked with curiosity in his voice.

"Your Majesty, today's the day I fulfilled my contract," Barada replied with a smile. "Your custom-built weapon is done."

"That thing you covered up, is that the weapon?" Brama inquired.

Barada nodded and pulled back the black cloth, revealing nine massive, intricately designed, and engineered orbital energy cannons fitted around a single anti-gravity metal ring.

"I present to you Project 0633CA, aka The Hemofile," Barada said proudly. "With these cannons, you will have the power to defend your kingdom from any threat that may arise."

"It uses a sun-based energy source, harnessing the raw power of solar radiation," Barada explained.

"The Hemofile is capable of firing an automatic short burst against agile enemies or a fully charged blast against larger targets. Its advanced targeting system ensures precise accuracy, making it an effective weapon in any combat situation. The auutomatic short burst can fire 50-cm-long ray beams at a rate of 9000 shots per minute, while the fully charged blast can release a devastating beam that can penetrate even the thickest armor and obliterate anything within 25 km of its target, although each fully charged shot will need 45 seconds to recharge with another 15 seconds to cool down the weapon before it can be fired again."

"Such a wonderfully engineered piece of art," Brodin commented as he admired the sleek design of the weapon. "This is very fantastic, Master Barada."

"Thank you for the kind word, Prince Brodin," Barada replied with a humble smile.

"What about my kingdom's border defenses?" Brama asked, concerned about the safety of his people.

"I've researched your kingdom's natural borders and geography and have developed…" Barada pulled another cloth, revealing a smaller, quad-barreled photon-based cannon. "This smaller cannon is specifically designed for border defense, I call this project 0642BDC, aka Little Sheperd."

"Four barrels of absolute horror and gore maker, firing 20 mm photon beams at a rate of up to 2000 rounds per minute," Barada explained proudly. "Small, compact, 15-second assembly time, incredibly portable, even a simple infantryman could carry this 6.5 kilogram weapon with ease."

"A fascinating product, but do you really think this small piece of artillery could protect my kingdom's borders?" Brama asked skeptically.

"That's very good skepticality, your majesty, and I'm proud to tell you that yes, these small arms can indeed protect your kingdom," Barada replied confidently. "The Little Shepherd may be small in size, but I designed the system running it to be able to interconnect with other assembled Little Shepherds, forming a network of defense. This means that if you put these beauties around your kingdom's borders, they can communicate with each other and work together to provide a strong defense against any potential threats—a literal ring of protection, if you will. Each Little Shepherd is equipped with advanced sensors and artificial intelligence algorithms that allow them to detect and analyze any suspicious activity like motion, heat, vibration, or even sound patterns."

"WOW! Now THAT is a Treasury worth of investment!" Silvera exclaimed, her eyes widening with excitement. "Father, this could protect our people for years to come!"

"I know, daughter. Now, let's calm down for a while," Brama said with a reassuring smile.

"Now, your majesty. I do believe this is where we start to talk numbers." Barada leaned forward with a shrewd look on his face.

"Ah, yes. I believe you already set a price for the Hemofile and Little Sheperd. Name your price, and we shall negotiate from there," Brama replied, maintaining a composed demeanor.

"The Hemofile Orbital Cannon will start at five trillion credits per unit, while the Little Sheperd will start at a 'meager' fifteen million credits per unit," Barada stated confidently.

"Five trillion is a lot of money, Master Barada. I assume it will only cost me about two trillion per unit." Brama raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "And what makes you believe that the Little Sheperd is worth fifteen million credits per unit?"

"Because I specifically designed, programmed, and tested the Little Sheperd myself," Barada replied, his tone full of pride. "I didn't earn my reputation by cutting corners, King Brama, so quality is a word I am very much in love with."

"Other organizations such as Bayferra Defense never put such prices on me," Brama countered, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"You think their products are capable of continuous use through harsh conditions? Be my guest, King Brama." Barada challenged, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "You may not know it, but I can assure you that even they cut corners when it comes to developing market-demanded products, while me and my organization are not. There's a reason I'm a wanted man after all."

"Are you headstrong on your five trillion price tag then?" Brama asked, raising an eyebrow. "I understand the value you place on your products, but it seems excessive compared to what other organizations offer. Can you explain why your price is so high?"

"Because the Hemofile is the first of its kind. Go ahead and call every defense supplier in the universe and ask them if they have a solar-energy-based orbital cannon. I'll wait." Barada smirked confidently. "You won't find a single one. Also, the price tag gives the blueprint for future production in case your kingdom is technologically advanced enough to start manufacturing the Hemofile themselves. It ensures that the technology remains exclusive and is not easily replicated by others. Additionally, the high price reflects the extensive research, development, and testing that went into creating such a groundbreaking weapon; the same goes for the Little Sheperd."

"That is indeed a compelling argument." Brama nodded, acknowledging the logic behind Barada's explanation.

"As I said almost two years ago, my organization's services don't come in cheap. You can call any other defense supplier firm if you don't feel like spending a lot of money. But if you want true-quality masterpieces that will last a lifetime, you call us." Barada smiled confidently.

"Is there any way for us to lower this price? A small amount is appreciated." Brama asked.

"I'm afraid I cannot." Barada replied firmly. "The price is fixed, no more no less."

"Hmm," Brama pondered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"Father, this may seem like a lot, but I suggest we agree with the terms." Brodin whispered to his father. "Remember, quality comes at a price, and if we want the best defense for our kingdom, we shouldn't compromise on it."

"I support his sentiment, father." Silvera added, nodding in agreement. "We must prioritize the safety and security of our people above all else, even if it means paying a higher price." Brama sighed, realizing the importance of their words.

"Very well," he said reluctantly. "We will accept your offer and trust in your craftsmanship. I want six Hemofiles and two thousand Little Sheperds. Do you take installments?"

"Of course, the maximum installment is 50 years with a yearly interest rate of 2%." Barada replied calmly. "So that's nine times five trillion plus two thousand times fifteen millions, that's a total of forty-five trillion plus thirty billion. With the installment plan, you will be paying approximately one trillion and five hundred billion per year for the next fifty years."

Brama nodded, understanding the financial commitment he was making.

"That is acceptable," Brama said firmly. "Thank you for your understanding, Master Barada."

"I, on behalf of my organization, Doomsday Arms, thank you for your generous purchase. Have a nice day, King Brama." Barada said with a polite smile, turning back to leave them.

"The tax and treasury minister is going to have a rough day, that's for sure." Silvera commented, chuckling softly.

"Yeah, one and a half trillion per year is almost three quarters of our annual budget," Brama replied, his expression turning serious. "We will need to carefully evaluate our spending and find ways to increase revenue." Silvera nodded in agreement, realizing the gravity of the situation.

"Perhaps we should consider implementing new taxes or seeking additional sources of income," Silvera suggested, her tone thoughtful.

"I might have a suggestion for you," Barada chimed in, turning back to them.

"Master Barada? What do you mean by that?" Brama asked, curiosity evident in his voice.

"During my organization's research of natural resources in your surrounding valley and mountains, we noticed your kingdom is blessed by a large deposit of Gramarochr and Iridium," Barada explained. "These universe markets currently have a high demand for them; you didn't hear this from me, but you could potentially tap into this resource and export it for a significant profit. It could serve as a sustainable source of income for your kingdom, helping to alleviate the one and a half trillion per year installment your kindom has now."

"Master Barada, I thought you only cared for profit. Why tell us this very valuable information?" Silvera asked, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Princess Silvera, Me and my organization are galactic nomads. We dealt with one client at a time and moved on to the next, always seeking new opportunities. Your kingdom has made a purchase from us that doesn't come cheap, so it's only fair that we provide you with valuable information in return. Besides, a prosperous kingdom would mean more potential clients for us in the future. So, it's a win-win situation for both of us." Barada explained, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Why do I feel like that smile of yours has an ulterior motive?" Silvera asked, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"They do. I actually wanted to ask a very gorgeous lady like you out, but since you're my client, I kept my professionalism and decided to offer you valuable information instead. Does that answer your question?" Barada replied, his smile widening.

Silvera's suspicion turned into a playful smirk, and she chuckled at his response.

"Well, Mr. Barada, I appreciate your honesty and the valuable information you've provided." Silvera lowered her eye to his finger. "That ring, are you a married man?"

"Actually, I am," Barada admitted, his expression becoming slightly sheepish. "But I assure you, my intentions are purely professional. My marriage has no bearing on the quality of service I provide to my clients."

"When did you get married? Isn't it two years ago that you were a single man? Who's this lucky woman?" Silvera asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I apologize for any confusion," Barada responded, his smile returning. "Yes, I was single two years ago. However, I met my wife shortly after, and we got married not too long after."

"Lucky gal," Silvera commented, a hint of envy in her voice.

"Actually, I'm the lucky man," Barada corrected her with a chuckle. "She brings so much joy and love into my life, I couldn't imagine being without her and my two daughters."

"Ahh, you already had two daughters too?" Silvera asked, her eyebrows raising in surprise. "How old are they?"

"About 15 months old," Barada replied proudly. "They're still babies, but they bring so much happiness to our family. It's amazing to watch them grow and learn every day."

'15 months?' Silvera thought to herself, suspicious about something.

"Ah, I see," Silvera said, trying to hide her curiosity. "It must be quite a handful to have two little ones running around."

"Oh, it definitely is." Barada nodded with a chuckle. "But it's also incredibly rewarding. Seeing their little personalities develop and witnessing the bond they have with each other is truly special."

"Your wife… is she a local?" Silvera asked, trying to pry into Barada's personal life without being too direct.

"Yes, she is," Barada replied with a smile. "She's born and raised in this very city."

"Is she beautiful?" Silvera asked again in a more subtle way. "How would you compare her to me?"

"No offense, Princess Silvera, but my wife is more beautiful than you and also slightly more uh, refined." Barada said, trying to navigate the delicate conversation.

'No fucking way, it's her.' Silvera thought to herself, feeling more and more suspicious.

"I see. Thank you for interesting me with my silly questions," Silvera said, her voice laced with disappointment. "It was just curiosity getting the best of me."

"It's fine, but I have to go. My wife is waiting for me," Barada said, excusing himself from the conversation.

He quickly turned and walked away, leaving Silvera standing there, her mind racing with thoughts and doubts.

"Sister, what are you thinking?" Brodin whispered, noticing the turmoil on Silvera's face.

"I can't shake this feeling that something is off," Silvera replied, her voice filled with uncertainty. "There are just too many coincidences."

"What do you mean?" Brodin asked, confused.

"Well, for one, Barada is married and has two daughters who are 15 months old, compared to him two years ago." Silvera replied, her brow furrowing in deep thought.

"Yeah so? Our kingdom has lots of beautiful women; maybe one attracted him." Brodin suggested, trying to rationalize the situation.

Silvera shook her head, a glimmer of suspicion in her eyes.

"His wife is a local," Silvera responded.

"And so what?" Brodin asked again.

"I asked him how he would compare his wife to me, he answered that his wife is more beautiful and refined than me." Silvera paused, her mind racing with questions. "Does that remind you of someone?"

"Uhh, our eldest sister, Mearnt, I guess?" Brodin hesitantly responded.

"Our sister is a very reserved girl and doesn't like to interact with people, but after Barada came, she became somewhat more lively. She started asking, putting on makeup, wearing a dress, etc." Silvera explained, trying to connect the dots.

"Okay, and?" Brodin asked, still not fully understanding the significance.

"She went out of the kingdom, like, what? Two years ago?" Silvera continued, her voice filled with concern.

"Yeah, more or less two years ago." Brodin confirmed, his brows furrowing as he tried to recall the exact timeline. "But why would her leaving the kingdom have anything to do with Barada?"

"It's just my theory, but… Mearnt was last seen 21 months ago, and six months later, Barada's wife gave birth to his two daughters, who are now fifteen months old. That rounds the numbers to 24 months or two years. In a pregnancy, a woman could hide her pregnancy only in the first trimester or so. After that, it becomes increasingly difficult to conceal. So, if Mearnt left the kingdom around that time period, don't you think it's a little suspicious that she may have been involved with Barada and potentially carrying his child?"

Brodin shrugged his shoulders at first before slowly thinking of Silvera's words.

"Are you suggesting that our sister, a princess, has a secret relationship with our contracted weapons developer and has his child? Bastard child?" Brodin questioned, his eyebrows furrowing in disbelief.

"Yes, brother. That is exactly what I was implying," Silvera replied firmly.

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Warning: The next scene contains a heavy amount of violence and may not be suitable for all viewers. Viewer discretion is advised.

There will be excessive blood and gore, if you do not wish to see graphic violence, please skip ahead to the next chapter.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

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Five hours later...

After debriefing his lab crew about the successful deal with Brama, Barada went straight back to the safehouse in the valley.

He was feeling tired about the long day today; he just wanted to get back, shower, eat Mearnt's delicious dinner, and play with his infant twin daughters.

"What a goddamn long day," Barada muttered to himself as he trudged up the familiar path to the safehouse. "Won't matter anyway. Avalon, Evelyn, daddy's home."

As he got closer to the safehouse, he noticed that the exterior terrace and ceiling lights were crackling on and off with blood splatter on the wall, and the security personnel he tasked with safeguarding his family were dead on the premises, decapitated, and scattered across the ground.

'No, no, no, no, no!' Barada whispered in horror, running faster towards the safehouse.

Panic surged through his veins as he desperately searched for any sign of his wife and daughters, praying that they were safe amidst the gruesome scene.

Suddenly, a knight came out of the front door as if waiting for him.

"Master Barada," the knight said, his voice calm and steady. "Your Majesty King Brama wants to have a word with you, please, step inside."

"What the hell is all this?! Where are my wife and daughters, and what did you do to them?!" Barada shouted, his voice filled with rage and fear. The knight raised an eyebrow, maintaining his composure.

"Like I said, your highness, King Brama wants to speak with you," the knight replied, his tone unwavering. "Now, please step inside."

Barada slowly walked inside the safehouse, turning left, and saw another knight holding his assistant, Missy, by her throat and Mearnt and his daughters behind another group of knights, with Brama sitting on a small chair on the side of the bed with Brodin and Silvera on his sides.

He glared at Brama, maintaining his composure and anger in check. He took a seat in the middle of the room, in front of Brama.

"Master Barada," Brama began. "I have been waiting for you."

"King Brama, what is all this?" Barada asked, his voice filled with a mix of concern and confusion.

"Tell me, master Barada. Why do I find my daughter here in your safehouse, away from the kingdom for two years with two infant girls?" Brama paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he studied Barada's reaction. "These two girls, they have your eyes but my daughter's face."

"I can explain it-"

"No, you don't. There's no need for any kind of explanation." Brama interrupted, his voice stern and commanding. "I have read enough history books to know what this is."

Brama stood up, walking around the room, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He finally turned to Barada, his expression a mix of anger and disappointment.

"I will not have these two girls in my family, no." Brama declared firmly. "They are nothing but my daughter's offspring from a relationship I do not approve of. I cannot accept them as part of my lineage."

"Then kick me out of the family! But please don't hurt my daughters." Mearnt pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

"Bastard children will not be recognized as part of my family," Brama responded coldly. "I will not tolerate their presence, and they will never bear my name. They will not be permitted their rights to exist and live anymore."

"What?! No, father, please! Kill me, leave my daughters alone!" Mearnt sobbed, falling to her knees. Brama's face hardened as he stared down at her.

"You have brought shame upon your kingdom and this family, and I will not allow it to continue," he said sternly.

"Brama! Take my life, leave them alone!" Barada pleaded, but the knights quickly raised their pikes at his neck.

"I sentence these bastard children to death," Brama declared, his voice filled with finality. "Knights, take their heads."

"No!" Mearnt cried out, her voice filled with desperation.

The knights lowered their heads, taking Avalon and Evelyn from Mearnt's hands forcefully. The infant twins cried out in fear as they were torn away from their mother.

Mearnt's heart shattered as she watched them being carried off, knowing she may never see them again.

"Brama! Get your knights' hands off of my daughters, or I swear I will kill you!" Barada roared, his voice filled with rage.

"Kill them," Brama commanded, his voice cold and unyielding.

Father, stop!" Mearnt pleaded, her voice trembling with anguish.

The knight put the infant twins on the edge of the table and slowly raised his sword, holding it with both hands.

"Brama!" Barada cried out, desperation evident in his voice. "Fucking kill me now! KILL ME! LEAVE MY DAUGHTERS ALONE!"

"FATHER! PLEASE, STOP! KILL ME!" Mearnt pleaded, tears streaming down her face. The knight hesitated for a moment, his grip on the sword wavering.

"Knight! I give you the order to kill them, why are you still not moving your arms?!" Brama shouted impatiently. "Do not defy me, I am your King!"

"But, sire. They are just children. I don't think I-"

"Your job is not to think! Just do as I say!" Brama bellowed, his face turning red with anger.

The knight, torn between his loyalty to the king and his own moral compass, struggled to make a decision.

"Please, good man! Kill me, let my daughters live!" Barada pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

The knight's heart sank as he looked into the desperate eyes of the father before him. The weight of his duty and the anguish of his conscience battled within him, leaving him torn and uncertain.

"Knight! Your king has ordered you to perform the execution! Do your job or suffer the same consequences!" The knight commander barked.

The knight looked at Barada with tears in his face, breathing heavily.

"Please, please, please, kill me. Let my daughters live," Barada pleaded once again, his voice filled with desperation.

"I'm sorry!"

The knight swung his sword downward with full force, decapitating both Avalon and Evelyn at the same time. Their cries died down as their heads rolled off their bodies, leaving behind a haunting silence.

Barada and Mearnt instantly felt like their hearts had been ripped out of their chests. The sight of their lifeless daughters was unbearable, and grief consumed them both.

"We're done here." Brama walked away and left them there..

The knight holding Missy hostage followed his command and slit her throat with his sword.

Missy gripped her neck as blood gushed out, her eyes wide with shock and pain. She fell to the floor, choking out her last breaths.

"No! Missy!" Barada screamed, struggling to break free from the tie that hold him on the chair. "Missy, hold on! Stay with us!"

Missy finally turned to the side, her eyes looking at her boss, and a single tear dripped down as air slowly escaped her lungs.

"No! Goddammit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUUUUUCK!" Barada continued to scream in anguish, his voice filled with desperation and despair.

Mearnt took their daughters' heads and held them in her arms, crying uncontrollably. Barada forcefully broke his own wrists and pulled them out of the rope that bound him.

He knocked the chair to the side, and he fell to the ground, landing with a thud. Ignoring the pain shooting through his body, he crawled towards Mearnt and their decapitated daughters..

Barada held Mearnt in his arms, rocking her back and forth as he cried beside her.

"Barada… I can't,,," Mearnt whispered through her sobs, her voice choked with grief. "I can't bear this pain... it's too much."

"There… there…" Barada whispered soothingly, his own tears streaming down his face.

For hours and hours, Barada kept calming Mearnt down, leaning against the wall, crying their hearts out.

After that, they took Avalon and Evelyn's dead bodies outside and buried them in the backyard with a heavy heart each minute that passed.

There was a moment of silence as Mearnt and Barada hugged each other tightly, finding solace in their shared grief.

They could feel something dark, sinister, evil, and all things bad inside of them clawing their way out.

After all, for grieving parents, revenge is a dish best served cold. Mearnt and Barada looked at each other, already knowing what the other was thinking of.

"If the universe takes what we hold dear away and wants us to be evil…" Barada whispered.

"Then evil we shall become," Mearnt finished.

"If we're doing this, there's no turning back." Barada said solemnly.

"They killed our girls. What exactly do we have to lose?" Mearnt replied, her voice filled with vengeful determination. "I will kill them all—every single one of them."

"Till death do us apart." Barada said, holding her hand.

"Till death do us apart," Mearnt repeated, gripping Barada's hand tightly.

They shared a silent moment, their eyes filled with unwavering resolve. The path of revenge lay before them, and they were ready to embrace the darkness that awaited.

"No survivor," Barada added, his voice cold and unforgiving.

"You're GODDAMN right." Mearnt responded, her voice seething with rage. "Let death reign upon them all."

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Royal Palace, Kingdom of Naracia

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Scene song: Winter by Antonio Vivaldi

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Barada and Mearnt walked the stone draw bridge towards the courtyard of the royal palace.

The knights quickly armed themselves and formed a barricade under the gateway, with shields in front of them and pikes at their ready.

Barada turned on his exosuit armor, lowered the helmet visor over his face, and turned the twin automatic energy submachine guns to their highest power setting.

Mearnt channeled her magic into her sword, and it started to burn and turn hot blue, emitting a faint humming sound as she dragged it behind her.

"By the order of his majesty King Brama the Third, stand down now!" a knight shouted, his voice echoing through the courtyard.

"Move," Mearnt commanded, her eyes turning crimson red like blood. "I won't ask the second time."

"Stand down, now!" the knight repeated.

Mearnt burned her aura, superheating it to a point where the stone draw bridge began to melt and turn into glass.

"You heard my wife," Barada growled, pointing the twin submachine gun forward. "Move or die."

"For the king!" The knights charged forward, their swords raised high above their heads.

"I take first," Mearnt said to Barada.

She ran head-first at them, jumping above them and twisting her body mid-air, landing gracefully behind the knights.

"Burn!" Mearnt exclaimed, swinging the hot, blowing blue sword in a horizontal motion and sending a wave of superheated energy at the knights.

The knights instantly set fire and cooked inside their metal armor, their screams echoing through the air.

Barada fired his left submachine gun at them, and the automatic energy beam penetrated their armor and cauterized their wounds, leaving no chance for survival.

The smell of burnt flesh and vaporized blood filled the air, creating a nauseating stench that made Mearnt and Barada smile wickedly.

They continued through the castle, clearing corridors, hallways, rooms, and even the infirmary, killing anyone without batting their eyes.

The castle ground becomes red with the blood of innocents as Mearnt and Barada ruthlessly carry out their revenge.

Innocents from all walks of life and ages were not spared from their wrath, as Mearnt and Barada showed no mercy.

Every knight who tried to stop them was immediately cut down, severed from limb to limb, set ablaze, gunned down, tear apart, or thrown to the four massive beasts Barada brought as food.

No one could escape the terror that they brought, made even worse by their laughter echoing through the halls.

They go up towards the throne room, clearing floor after floor and ruthlessly massacring anyone in their path.

Finally, they reached the giant metallic door of the throne room. Barada's armor and Mearnt's royal dress and cape were completely red with the blood of everyone.

They opened the door and walked towards Brama, Brodin, and Silvera, flashing a sadistic smile as they approached.

The remaining knights in the castle quickly formed a barricade in front of Brama, using their own bodies as shields.

"Hello, father. It's me, your eldest daughter," Mearnt said with a chilling tone, her sadistic smile never faltering.

"Brama, I said I would kill you, didn't I? Nows the time I do it," Barada growled, his voice filled with venom.

The knights stood firm, their loyalty to their king unwavering, ready to defend him at any cost.

"Daughter, why are you doing this? Is killing everyone really gonna satisfy your revenge and bring you peace?" Brama asked with a calm demeanor.

"Why? That is single handedly the STUPIDEST QUESTION I HAVE ever heard, father." Mearnt retorted, her eyes narrowing with anger. "You killed my daughters, and they were infants who have done no wrong. You took away my happiness and my future."

"BECAUSE THEY WERE NOTHING BUT BASTARD CHILDREN!" Brama shouted, his face turning red with rage.

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS TO JUDGE THEM AND KILL THEM JUST BECAUSE ME AND BARADA WERE NOT MARRIED!" Mearnt screamed, tears streaming down her face.

"You should thank me because I ordered their execution to be an instant and painless one." Brama responded with a cold, callous tone. "I spared them from a life of shame and suffering that they would have surely endured as illegitimate children of a first princess and a universe-wanted weapons developer."

"SO WHAT, FATHER?! SO FUCKING WHAT?!" Mearnt yelled, her voice filled with rage and desperation. "THEY WERE MY CHILDREN AND BARADA'S! YOU DON'T GET TO PLAY GOD AND DECIDE THEIR FATE!"

"I AM YOUR FATHER AND YOUR KING!" Brama bellowed.

"YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A TOTALITARIAN TYRANT!" Mearnt screamed.

"Enough, sister!" Brodin interjected.

"Sister, don't you see that this revenge-driven bullshit you have will only cause greater pain and destruction?" SIlvera pleaded.

"You shut your fucking mouth, you snitch!" Mearnt hissed, her eyes blazing with fury. "I know you're the one who rat me out to Father! You betrayed me, just like everyone else!"

"Mearnt, please calm down," Silvera implored. "I didn't betray you. I was only trying to protect you from making a terrible mistake."

"Always quick to try to escape from your own fault, aren't you, you dirty bitch?!" Mearnt spat.

"Sister! Please stop your madness in this instance! We don't want to kill you." Brodin pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "We are family-"

"NO! The moment my own brother and sister rat me out to my father, who then killed my daughters, is the moment you're all dead to me!" Mearnt screamed, tears streaming down her face. "I can never forgive any of you for what you've done, and I WILL BURN THIS KINGDOM DOWN TO THE GROUND!"

"Please, sister! Drop your sword now, it's not too late for this!" Silvera pleaded, stepping forward with her hands on her sword hilt.

"It's already too late, sister." Mearnt replied, her voice filled with bitterness.

"Then we're going to kill you now," Brodin declared, unsheating his sword.

Barada shot him in both knees, and Brodin fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

"Brother or not, you're not touching my wife," Barada said firmly, his eyes locked on Brodin.

Barada turned to Silvera and shot her calves, the beam pierced through her flesh, causing her to collapse to the ground.

"I warned you both," Barada said coldly, his grip on the blaster tightening.

"Love, kill the guards too while you're at it." Mearnt looked at Barada.

"Sure thing, dear." Barada pointed both the blaster and his gaze towards the guards, he changed to full automatic and unleashed a barrage of laser fire, cutting down the guards one by one.

The guards collapsed to the floor one by one, their bodies riddled with holes, and their blood instantly vaporized.

"Thank you, now it's just three of them." Mearnt said with a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "Now, father…"

"You will pay for your sins, daughter!" Brama roared. "You doomed all of us to die! The neighboring kingdoms will siege our castle and slaughter our people because of your foolish actions!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mearnt laughed maniacally, her eyes gleaming with madness. "I see there's a misunderstanding here. You see, I'm not just dooming OUR people, I'm dooming everyone."

"What are you talking about?!" Silvera exclaimed, her voice filled with shock and confusion. "You can't possibly mean that you're planning to bring destruction upon the entire world!"

"If the universe denies me of my happiness, then no one is allowed to be happy," Mearnt sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "What's our planet's population, sister? Three-four trillion souls, isn't it? That's overpopulation, dear sister."

"You can't be serious right now!" Silvera cried out, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"Try me," Mearnt challenged, a sinister grin spreading across her face.

"I hope you're happy with what you have done to all of us, daughter." Brama said, closing his eyes.

Finally, Mearnt raised her sword up and sliced his neck horizontally. Brama's head was thrown in the air before landing in front of his still-standing body.

Mearnt swiftly thrust her sword forward, piercing his head in the mouth and through his body's heart.

Brama's body finally fell lifeless to the ground, the once-mighty king is now reduced to a mere corpse.

"I guess I am," Mearnt whispered, a chilling satisfaction evident in her voice.

She wiped the blood from her face and threw her sword and princess crown at his dead body.

Barada took Mearnt's hand and walked away from the gruesome scene, leaving behind the remnants of her kingdom and family.

"I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL, SISTER!" Silvera shouted.

"Sayonara," Mearnt responded coldly, her voice devoid of any remorse.

With a final glance back at the lifeless body of her father, she turned away, and Barada shot the overhead wooden beams, setting them on fire.

"Princess Silvera, Prince Brodin," Barada bowed in a mocking gesture, "may your last minute be as fiery as your hearts. Bon voyage~"

As the flames engulfed the once-grand hall, Mearnt and Barada walked out of the throne room, leaving them to die in the fiery inferno they had created.

Soon after, they finally reached the northern part of the royal palace, where Barada parked his spaceship, ready for their escape.

Mearnt and Barada take one final glance at the burning castle with a satisfied smile before boarding the spaceship.

The spaceship takes off from the grass field, soaring into the night sky with a powerful burst of energy and into outer space.

Mearnt scrolled Barada's tablet and flicked through the screen, tapping various commands to initiate the six Hemofiles Orbital Energy Disintrigator Systems.

Mearnt put her legs on the control panel and leaned back in her seat, watching the six orbital cannons beam the planet into oblivion.

Planet Theon, now completely destroyed, became nothing more than a distant memory as the spaceship continued its journey through the vastness of space.

"We are now officially wanted criminals," Mearnt muttered.

"And I wouldn't have it any other way," Barada replied. "Together in life, together in death."

"I love you," Mearnt whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. Barada reached over and took her hand, squeezing it tightly.

"I love you too," Barada said softly. "Where to now?"

"Away from this motherfucking galaxy," Mearnt declared. "Surprise me, dear husband."

"Now you're starting to speak my language!" Barada exclaimed smilingly. He engaged the dark matter engine and winked at her. "Hold on tight, love. Next stop, the unknown."

With a burst of energy, their spaceship vanished into the depths of the universe, leaving behind their past and embracing an uncertain future together.

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Outro song:

Fire Up The Night

New Medicine