Seeds of The Seven (Rubia)

48. War Arose

In the depths of Emeraldine Kingdom, amidst the lingering echoes of battle, Lilith and Lithany stood triumphantly over the defeated Queen of Mosquitans. The air was heavy with the scent of blood and magic as they surveyed the aftermath of their victory.

The Queen, has a distinctive and eerie appearance, blending insect and human features. Another victim of the arcane bomb during the 2nd Great War. She has a sleek, segmented body with a combination of black and white markings, resembling the stripes of certain species. Her limbs are long and slender, with a mixture of human and insect anatomy. The legs are jointed and end in sharp, claw-like appendages.

Her arms, similarly, are elongated and insect-like, with jointed sections and clawed fingers. She has a pair of large, translucent wings that extend from her back, resembling those of a blood sucking insect, and appear capable of flight. Thin, whip-like antennae extend from her head, adding to her insectoid appearance. Her abdomen is elongated and divided, featuring red and black stripes, much like the abdomen of that said insect.

The Queen's face retains some human-like qualities, with pale skin that contrasts sharply with her dark, insectoid features. Her eyes are large, with an intense, predatory gaze. The eyes are likely compound, similar to those of an insect, giving her an unsettling appearance.

She has a small, pointed nose and a slightly open mouth, revealing sharp, needle-like fangs that are reminiscent of that insect's proboscis. Her hair is long and white, flowing down her back, with sections styled to integrate with her insectoid features. She wears an ornate headpiece that adds a regal yet menacing touch to her appearance.

Overall, her style and features convey a sinister, otherworldly presence, blending elements of a humanoid figure with the predatory aspects of that said insect, once a formidable ruler, now lay battered and broken on the cold stone floor, her pride shattered along with her physical form.

Lilith, her voice smooth and persuasive, crouched down beside the fallen Queen. "Your Majesty," she began, her tone dripping with honeyed promises, "Imagine the power we could wield together. The realms tremble at your command, and with our guidance, they will bow before you in fear and awe."

Lithany, standing tall beside her sister, added her own voice to the seduction. "We offer you a chance at vengeance," she declared, her words carrying the weight of ancient promises and whispered desires. "The Emeraldine Kingdom has cast you aside, secluded you and your 'people' in a dying island, but with our help, you can reclaim what is rightfully yours. Let us unleash your fury upon those who dared to defy you."

The Queen of Mosquitans, her once defiant gaze now clouded with pain and bitterness, hesitated for a moment. Memories of past glories and betrayals flickered through her mind, but the allure of revenge and power offered by Lilith and Lithany proved irresistible.

With a nod of reluctant acceptance, the Queen allowed Lilith and Lithany to help her rise to her feet, her wings tattered but still bearing a trace of their former splendor. "Together," Lilith whispered, her voice a dark melody that echoed through the chamber, "we will bring Emeraldine Kingdom to its knees. And from its ashes, a new era of darkness shall rise."

The Queen, around her, gathered in reverence and fear, were her minions — creatures smaller in stature but sharing her likeness: wings that shimmered with iridescent hues, bodies adorned with intricate patterns akin to the Queen's own formidable figure. Their eyes gleamed with a hunger for vengeance, mirroring the intensity burning in the Queen's own gaze.

"And inform us about the whereabouts of Emeraldine Gem." Lilith added, moaning.

Lilith and Lithany, cloaked in the shadows at the Queen's side, watched with satisfaction as the minions circled their ruler, their movements synchronized as if in a macabre dance of loyalty and anticipation. The air popped with malevolent energy, charged by the Queen's dark charisma and the collective will of her assembled army.