The End of the World - Story I
Prologues
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Deaths...
It is a good time to rest your soul and mind. Living in a rotten and depraved world. Restrained bondage to the pressures of life without freedom.
Bullshit with justice, the law is no longer needed. Death is the end of all suffering.
The footsteps of a young man painted a red footprint on the marble floor of a magnificent palace. Walking lunglai while scratching the floor with the tip of the sword in the next hand that looks tired. The other hand carries a crown piece of the head that I keep shedding blood.
Step by step up the rows of stairs to the regal seat of the throne of the King accompanied by the sound of the roar of swords and drops of blood in the silence of the night full of anger.
He sat on the throne seat by thrusting one of his hands over the handle of the sword and raising the other hand holding the piece of the King's head, put him in front of his face and stared fixedly at the empty eyes of the lifeless head.
“That's lucky for you, Your Majesty. Can rest from all this chaos and destruction. No longer need to see the abominations and depravity of the world, a world that is old enough to arrive at the end of its age.”
The king's head was dropped with the crown rolling down each staircase.
The young man threw his weary body on the back of the great chair and raised his head, staring at the magnificent ceiling of the throne room with flickering jewels on each side, like the stars in a quiet and empty space.
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A few days after the incident at the palace, news of the King's death had spread throughout the entire continent.
In a bar, far from the palace, are three Hayawans, animal-like creatures: Lupus the Gray Wolf, Arctos the Brown Bear, and Tigris the Silver Tiger.
“Yes, I've heard,” replied Tigris. “I heard the one who killed him was one of his own Pengreksa.”
“I heard so too,” sahut Arctos came carrying three drinks. “Ironis once. 30 years after the conquest of the six other Bengis Kings, the end of the King of Greed died beheaded his own guardian knight.” Arctos put the glasses on the table with some meat dishes.
“Coup, yes. That's the rottenness of the Nobles. They prick each other and scramble for treasure and power,” Tigris said as he stabbed a piece of meat on his plate with a fork.
“Yes, but don't forget to fight over women too,” added Lupus as he began sipping his drink. “The nobles even fought each other and sacrificed many lives just to get a prostitute for display in his palace.”
“True as well, then how was the fate of the Queen?” tigris asked as he chewed the meat with his sharp teeth.
“I heard after the King was killed, she was gang-raped by the rebels and is now being sold by a Noble to serve as a slave,” Lupus replied.
“Wah, very sad,” said Arctos while eating his lunch. “Have lost a husband, been betrayed, raped, and now even made into a slave. It's unfortunate for a woman as beautiful as her.”
“Not to be pitied. It is because of this j*l*ng that we have to lose many lives of our comrades because of the war between the King and the Princes who fought each other, he said,” says Tigris after pounding the table with a glass and then rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Because the princes have been killed during the Sundal War, now the King has no descendants or anyone to fight the coup this time. The queen no longer had the political or military backing to release him. Now it is certain that the House of the King of Greed already exists at the end of its history.” said Lupus finished his meal.
“Yes, but do not forget, the nobles who are now in power will not lose if judged by his greed.” added Tigris.
“Because it is our duty to stop this chaos and destruction. Gathering information to find Emperor Akbar in a prophecy that will prevent the death of the world,” said Arctos as he piled and tidied the rest of the cutlery on the table.