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The king and the double edged sword

This start would start as most have, but this isn't an ordinary story. In fact, only a select few would enjoy a story of rather circumstantially cruel turn of events. Nevertheless allow us to start our tale of the lost sheep.

Bellowing out from the fiery rages of the heart, only death and hatred reside. Only here there is peace for the evil , only here is there residence for tragedies and torment to decide the fate of the people. As the king sits on his throne his ears are finely in tuned with surging powers reigning within his spirits. The same frequency that allows him to sleep at night while mothers mourn the loss of their newborn children to their inherited future of war. There is no queen to maintain the depths of hell inside a man. There are no offspring to funnel out the sounds of terror, not even blood with cutaneous tissue could sway this man of many faces.

It was only the aspirations of good and evil that bought him joy at night. So when there was word that the people in his kingdom began to rebel against his divine rule, the king had no choice but to unleash his tierany among his settlers. Once the heavy feet of a legion of demons stepped foot onto the golden floors of the temple, the earth shook with each step the king took.

Due keep in mind this is no love story, nor is this a fairytale of a love so rare that it shatters the dreams of satan within a man. Hold not your breath for relief of this tormented man, be prepared only for your heart to quicken as the words continue to collect throughout these pages.

There was no advisor wise or grace enough to sway the judgment of this man. There were so priest or shaman among the land spiritual enough to deter the fate of the people that were once known as his people.

The servants tremble in the temple once word was released of the settlers resistance. For the king knew not of this new discovery of rebellion, only word of what has happened in the realms that once neighbored him. In these places of rebellion, he found a sweet pass time of redemption to tame the beasts of disagreeability.

"Where are the generals?" The king yelled to the open air, although his throne room remained empty of non royals the echo of his baritone voice created turmoil in the temple. After being met with a silence, he shouted his safe question again. This time with murder piercing the golden walls of the room and out towards the entrance of the grand place.

At once, the five generals of his enormous empire gathered before the sight of the king. Cowering in the midst of his presence.

They could only recall a few moments in the kings reign where he used this tone. They knew this tone was the sound of five new general positions being ready for the taken. Once strong, prosperous, and greedy men have turned into mighty cowards in the eyes of another man. Years of inhuman cruelty stripped their personalities day by day, and turned them into buckling beasts.

"SPEAK COWARDS. HAVE YOU NOT WASTED MY TIME ALREADY. For there is word of an uproar among the empire!" The king says as he spat in the eyes of the jeweled man who was now shaking. Not daring to wipe the saliva from his eyes. For it was these words the king spoke that disgusted him to the point of no return. He's seen what rebellion does to kings. Even gods.

"My- my- my Lord of the Greatest Empire from India to Rome... let us handle this matter ourselves. There's no need for such hasty movements of death." One of the generals stuttered out. He knew not what he said until he held his mouth in his hand.

How foolish could one be, the king thought.

As he drew his sword from the mouth of the lion on the right hand of his throne, he carefully approached the small man. The golden knife with thick brass handles that eloquently fit the hands of the mighty king, dragged on the floor. The burning steel from the goals in the throne were bright red, and ready to strike. Poison from Hades laced the sharp edge of the sword, eager for the taste of its next prey.

"How come you speak for me servant? For a true general of mine know not the feeling of uttering a word in my direction. But you use this tone with me as if you were just as defiant as the pitiful servants on the outside of these walls who question my authority," the king says in a deep hollow voice. There was no lack in his voice, strength and primal Dominance oozed from the tips of his tongue and surrounded his entire being.

Before the robin could fly to the next tree, the head of the now formal general laid promptly next to the feet of the king. Blood poured from the arteries where the mans head was, while his body still stood up. Everyone things that once the head is cut off that all feeling, desire, pain, agony, and treachery of a beheading is automatically put to the end. But little do they know, it is only the beginning.

The nerves attached to the body and the head scream loudly from the deatchment as the long love of stable blood supply has been snatched away. The spine is automatically paralyzed and lay waste, as it has no general to feed another order of cortisol throughout the body. The body slowly and painfully shuts down, yet no one can hear the shouting from the deceased man.

Now stand 4 generals nearly defecating on themselves  in the presence of their king. Quietly they thought how could a reassuring statement directed towards the king be one deadly? Who was next and how did they end up here?

The generals were all once brave, malicious, and fearless men. These attributes caught the eye of the king in the first place, no man in such high honor would actually want such loathesome cowards that stood before him in this very moment. They knew once they were all broken down from the inside out they would all be disposable.

Pacing back and forth manically the king allowed the blood to drip from his glden silk train. With a hand on his chin he thought of the best approach to the uprising against him.

In this moment he is still puzzled at the idea of why the people he gave his life to would ever question his immaculate empire. How much more could simple humans want? The are supplied with enough food and water to last them a week at a time,  they're offered jobs working the land, their children are thoroughly educated about the ways of the empire, they don pay heavy taxes... and lets start by saying there's only foreigners a slaves and not the civilian people.

While the other men stood shaking at the kings silence, the throne room doors were opened by  what could have been a mirage of over 1000 citizens.

In over 20 years of. the kings rule he has never seen such a rebellion as this one. If gratitude isn't something they've inherited from their king, they surely inherited enough wisdom to match the king 1:1000. Though he was angry he saw some of his finest warriors in the front line of the 1000 he couldn't help but feel pride towards his soon to be forgotten people.

No words were spoken as the fleet of followers stormed in to find the king , 4 generals, and a headless male figure on the ground. Though unfazed by the bloody scene that they had grown accustomed to while under his authority, they were shocked to see that their favorite general whose kindness was shown through the royal city lay beheaded at the feet of the king.

Hate Burrowed itself deeper in the souls of the men and children in the frontline. The surviving generals Drew their swords and pledged their loyalty to their king. In a single  file line they trailed behind their master awaiting the signal to attack.

Standing strong 4 men and a king stood in front of 1000 angry, tired, and hate filled citizens. Some trained in the art of combat, others no more than herdsmen and farmers with Make shift weapons.

Seconds passed and no words were spoken.

Staring blankly at the abyss of enemies in arms the king recalled a similar battle that awarded him the title of "Conqueror of 500". 500 Ethiopian soldiers surrounded his tent on foreign land while he rested, weary from the previous days fight. Laying on his stinging hay bed he heard waves and shouts of cheer erecting from the small