The World Of Steam

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King George VII looked outside the window, at the palace grounds, at the carnage that was going on. He was clad in royal purple robes that were embroidered with gold. St Edward's crown sat upon his head, beautifully glinting with the hundreds of precious stolen gemstones. He stared at the giant riot that looked like a wave of madness that covered the entire capital. His eyebrows twisted in anger, his slightly wrinkled face a display of displeasure. He scratched his big blonde beard, wondering. The ungrateful people were killing each other over nothing. He needed to find out how to get them back under control. He was the most powerful man in the world, but still had no idea how to use that immense power. Now that there was a war going on, there was no one to listen to him. The war cries and the screams reverberated all over the smoke filled kingdom, there being nothing to drown out the incessant noise. The king turned his head to the monster that stood in his room, silent and unmoving like a statue. Almost like he was waiting for him to jump at him and tear his throat out. Having only one eye made him particularly terrifying. Maybe that's why he had hired him. Intimidation was key in controlling a kingdom. He wore a pristine white, three-piece pinstripe suit and matching sharp pinstripe trousers, not a single sign of soot on them. A black tie was strung around his neck. His dark brown hair was combed back messily, some short strands being loose, hanging down his forehead. The monster turned his head to the king, his glass eye juddering slightly in his scarred socket. "Advisor, what's your name again?" The king asked.

"Xavix Zavir, your majesty." The advisor replied.

"Why the owl eye?"

"It freaks people out." He simply answered. "Makes them easier to control."

The king gave out a small chuckle. "I like that. I like that very much. What can we do about the war?"

"You can do nothing about the war." The advisor replied bluntly. George looked back over to the window and saw the angry mob arriving at the palace. The grounds were quickly littered with bodies and stained in blood as the guards did what they could to stop the invasion, but died where they stood. The king growled and his eyes lit up with fury. He did not like when things did not go his way. He despised people that did not share his opinion and had other plans.

"I ask you again. What can we do?" He snarled, restraining himself from staging an execution with his own hand.

"You will have to face the consequences." Xavix said in a relaxed tone, seeming not at all intimidated by the silent threat. "They were your people, and you abandoned them when they needed your help. It is sort of poetic, don't you think? Maybe this war will finally knock some sense into you." Without waiting for anything to happen, he smiled and turned on his heel, leaving the king to his own problems.

"Xavix!" He shouted after him angrily as he left the room. "Xavix, get back here! By order of your king!" But the mad king's screams were of no use, and Xavix was gone.