STARDOM: The Fallen Knight

You are not Joy

To my truest love, my brother S.

Author's note: I'm here because my life did not live up to the greatness of my dreams. I'm shutting out the outer world to create a new one, worthy of my time, though merely imaginary.

-Morfea

Chapter 1

Nobody warned the children of Planet Alfa that an evil force would soon bestow upon them. Who could have warned them after all? Planet Alfa was the place where sages were regarded as fools and fools as sages, or so you would hear across the galaxy.

Gathered on Planet Alfa, another blatantly luxurious evening was about to begin for the wealthiest crowd of the galaxy.

Whilst dinners were served and dances begun, a restless terrestrial girl was getting her corset tighten in a storage room of the grandest nightclub of Planet Alfa: The Night.

Cassandra: "Make it tighter, I can endure."
Andrea: "The plan is to shock him, not to traumatize him with your asphyxiation.".

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On a podium over The Night's main dance floor, a boy of terrestrial ancestry was seated on a throne with a martini glass in his hand. A wicked smile crossed his face, the smile of he who could claim to be the owner of The Night.

Knight Celestis had never intended to own a nightclub. All he wanted was to be the king of sinners. When the opportunity occurred to be handed the keys of the building, all seemed natural. What better place to explore sin than a respectable nightclub? Especially for an agreeable young man such as Knight who cared for reputation and society.

There he was, accomplished, overlooking his crowd with benevolence on a ritual Saturday night. He was bobbing his head to music. Nothing could go wrong where all evil was predicted and welcome. As usual, he raised his finger, closing his eyes in appreciation, and red flames flared from each side of the hall catching some newbies unprepared, promptly helped by the staff ready with extinguishers. And as usual, he heartedly laughed at the genuine surprised reactions of his new guests.

Knight: "And this is The Night!"

On the same podium of his high throne stood a selected company of conscientious beings. Diverse aliens, distinguished by the size of their jewelry, surrounded Knight laughing along, searching for his approval. Which they would have received if Knight's gaze had not been distracted by the sound of broken glass.

Knight: "What happ-?"

A waiter had tripped to floor wording "Sorry!". Knight was about to scold him but the waiter looked away. What had distracted him in first place seemed more important.

On the other side of the hall, on the fancy staircase stood an iconically dressed young lady, looking at Knight. The room had a certain magical mist which rendered it hard to distinguish features.

Knight stood up: "Joy? Joy!"

The girl started pacing towards him, and he towards her. While crossing the dance floor, Knight had to shrug off a number of people, mostly females trying to seduce him.

Knight: "Joy! Joy!"

He finally caught a glimpse of the lady's skirt. The whole figure emerged from the crowd. The glowing dress, and her face.

Knight: "Jo- You are not Joy."