New Galaxia

Chapter 26: Exactly My Point

Hezago barged into the commons floor, interrupting the imbecilic council that conglomerated in the area.

Them, taking notice of what was likely his 'dissatisfactory presence', decided to speak up using their stupid mouths that should have kept closed. "Now what in Melbourne's name are you doing here?" Hezago simply smiled in response, taking in their turmoil. "I am here to abdicate."

The room went silent upon those wonderful words being spoken. "You can't;" Said the high speaker, "We still have custody over you-" "it seems you've forgotten my birthday! Wow! Well, I turned twenty one a while ago, May twenty-first specifically, and revealed the magic society! I did that along with other less important things, but what matters is that they all undermine your hegemony over society!" But even after this, the high speaker pressed on. "The Vonellia school years end when you turn twenty two! Our authority still withstands, and your disobedience is nonsensical!" Hezago inhaled slowly. "In case you haven't noticed, I am over 18. Said authority is no more. I have the power to do as I wish, and I quite wish to leave this dastardly country. I have a far more... important one to rule."

"So you're calling us insignificant?" A number of the council said, angry.

"Yes, I thought that to be obvious." He then adjusted his top hat, smiling in an oddly motherly fashion. "Just to let you know, the lower courts are refusing to enforce your laws because I told them not to; I don't really like them, you know? They're not very good laws anyway, so deal with that."

The council, visibly harassed, continued. "But- abdicating will throw the country into civil war! We'll be embroiled in chaos!" "Exactly my point. Have fun trying to keep the country together when someone isn't doing it for you. I even have a group of rebels who would be just jolly to burn this place down. Wouldn't mind becoming part of New Galaxia either... What shall I call you? The commonwealth of Luna? Or maybe Borealia; probably Luna, that sounds better. Anyways, I've a wedding to attend."

And with a crack, he decided, he disappeared, leaving a very distressed council behind.

. . .

"I now pronounce you; husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." Hezago said, as Escalene, and then snapped the book shut.

He watched, happy for them, as Eathan and Elenora kissed. "You two look wonderful together." Elenora smiled cheerily in response and then spoke. "Aww, thank you Hezago~! But what I'm waiting for is you and Zack getting married." She said, a little wink following after. Hezago blushed slightly, going a bit red. "Elenora, stop messing with him~." Eathan said, chuckling. "Aw, fine, but I'll be waiting! I wanna plan the wedding!" She said, whispering the last part, before they set off for their parents, Hezago smiling warmly after them.

As pleasurable as staying here with them, he had other things to do. He needed Gloria back.

The council took it, and he'd get it back, no matter the cost.

. . .

12:32 P.M

Borealis city, Commonwealth of new Galaxia

Capitol District

House of the Executive

Finding a president for New Galaxia was not necessarily easy. Before the nation was transferred to land, the people were under the rule of a council - monarchy system, like Borealia but far more stable. Adding the role of president was in order to give the people more control in their government, but many people were satisfied with how things were, so there were no candidates when election season came around. Therefore, Hezago appointed somebody to hold the position for the next three election cycles, five years each, so political parties could get ready their candidacy.

Hezago walked up to the door, proceeding to knock. "Annabeth? I need to speak to you, now." The door opened, and there stood the first president of New Galaxia; Miss Annabeth Marodonne. "Oh, Hezago! What brings you here today?" She said, welcoming him in. She was one of the many who went against the council, even though she worked for them at a point, and was quite friendly with Hezago, which won her the position of the presidency. Francis, on the other hand, decided to work for the Bureau of Land Management under the Sector of Internal Affairs, as Galaxia had multiple zoning methods, and really no standard. A problem, as you can imagine.

Anyway, Hezago sat himself, as Escalene, in one of the chairs in the irregularly shaped office, whereas Annabeth sat at the president's desk, and moved aside a large stack of paper she needed to sign. "So, what's bugging you?" "Yes, ah, we're going to war." Annabeth, no change of emotion on her face, raised an eyebrow. "Wait, with who?" "Borealia. We'll need to get Gloria back." "...Okay. So, like, how are we going to wage this? Especially since only you have access to the afterlife." "Simple. The space force and the army will take care of Borealia, with some revolutionaries I funded joining them, whereas I'll take care of Gloria and bring a few units along with me. My only concern however is you having the ability to actually command the army." "Oh I'll be fine, it's not like it's the first time I've done this."

Hezago raised an eyebrow at that, and then continued. "Well, when you announce this to the people, just tell them that I authorised it, okay?" "Okay then, I should be able to take care of that. I'll be ready to announce this by three o'clock." "Right, I'll let you get to it." And Hezago then left, disappearing through a portal beneath him.

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1:00 A.M.

Greater Gloria City, Gloria Terr. (Borealia)

Terr. Capitol

Gloria Council Building

Hezago appeared there, red drop waist dress and all, disgusted by what stood before him. What was once the Glorium Palace was turned into a haven of political corruption inhabited by idiots worse at running a country than a herd of donkeys who had malaria in their water.

Hezago walked swiftly through the front gates and the doors, unhappy with how the palace had fallen into disarray. The red Glorian sky was now a natural purple, with the wildlife inhabiting the land still retaining their assigned shades of blue and red, innocent to not necessarily so.

He slammed the doors open with gloved hands, unreasonably angered, then gliding down the oversized hall. He barged into the room that stood at the right side of the hall, of which contained the big headed idiots that ran the place.

A collection of previous Borealian counsellors, now dead, turned their attention to their previous ruler, angered. Hezago put on a facade of calm, even though he wanted to rip them to smithereens, destroying their souls while at it. "So you are the people, ahem, ruling Gloria?" A counsellor spoke in response. "Why are you here? Your -" "Their custody over me is over, It has been over for three years, so therefore, they have no control over what I wish to do, Finnigan." The Council went silent, as they, except for the high counsellor, never met him, but he knew their names, to their exquisitely present worry.

"Well, I'll get straight to the point. If you haven't heard, magic has been revealed, and many other things that'll probably go in one ear and out the other. Anyway, since I know Gloria won't be given without a fight," He turned around preparing to leave - "We're going to war." And he simply departed, a worried group of dead behind him.

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Hi! Welcome to the Borealis's list of fun facts!

Did you know?

Before Sol was present, the status of unified Gloria was challenged. Even in the afterlife, many tried to unrighteously rule it, without consideration of the Borealis family and who owned the damn place. After a movement taken on by the late mother of Sol, Auororiana Borealis, the afterlife was finally united, all rebellions and things of the sort crushed. As of today, Gloria also encompasses other universes afterlife, although there is a large collection of universes and multiverses with their own separate afterlife, meaning no connection with Gloria, or access to New Galaxia or their alternate universes/multiverses/etc as set up by Sol.

Death is but the next greatest adventure! For most, that is.