Restoring the Empire, A Summoning Italy fanfic

A New Face for Italy

Empire of Italy, Rome, March 7th 1942

Pain, Suffering, Sadness. All now knew what those words meant as Hundreds of Royal Guards went street to street, putting the Imperial Flag and Emblem of the House of Savoy at Half Mast. The Soldier King was dead, with him, the heart of Italy as well.

While on the desent to Sakalima Island, heavy rains forced the Z.1007 to try again, but while it was flying up, the Pilot lost control, crashing right into sea, there were no survivors.

Italy was thrown into the deepest mourning in the history of recent history. People wailed in the streets, Soldiers cried hard, Marshal Messe claimed the heart of Italy had died.

Everyone was sad at the lost of someone considered a Living legend.

But there was a New Emperor now. Someone millions looked to as they Savior, The New Augustus, The New Constantine.

Emperor Victor Emmanuel IV, Formally Prince Amedeo.

When he heard of the death of the Emperor, He almost cried, but didn't, he could not afford sadness when Italy needed him.

It was time for a change for good.

A Emergency Council of the PNF and Grand Council was called to formally accept The New Emperor and his Brother as Heir.

For symbolic purposes, it was to be at the Parliament House.

In a Black Car, Il Duce, Benito Mussolini was looking at the sight before him. This was a pivotal moment, if he forced his hand now, he could keep his power. It was his only chance at keeping Fascism in Italy as long as he saw fit.

As the car stopped, the first sign that something was wrong began. No one came to open his door, which he found scary. As he walked in the Building, There was way more Royal Guards, alongside a lack of anyone he knew supported him fully.

Unknown to Mussolini, His most staunch supporters, who made up 33% of the PNF and Grand Council, had been forced to retire that day by the New Emperor, Under the direct refusal being execution.

It was a restoration of the Monarchy.

As Mussolini entered the Parliament Room, He saw everyone there, but none stood up to welcome him or even say hello. Benito Mussolini quickly put two and two together and laughed slightly, getting everyone uneasy instantly.

''I see what this is, You really think some letter and words can get me, the one who Made Italy what it is today, Resign? Fat chance'' Mussolini said, making everyone nerveous

As Mussolini looked, he did not see Amedeo around, until he heard a loud bang at the door behind him.

He turned around to look, within a second, he felt his entire body shake with a profound sense of fear, something he had not felt in years.

''All Rise and Cheer for his Emperor, The Humble Grace of the Lord, Ruler of Rulers, Emperors of Emperors, Divine Saint of Italy, The Faithful and Devout, Emperor Victor Emmanuel IV!'' Someone yelled

Instantly, everyone rose to their feet to clap for Emperor Victor Emmanuel IV, with such vigor, such passion that not even Mussolini had received such a honor before in his life.

Emperor Victor Emmanuel IV walked down the parliament, in a Suit pure white, with many medals, he wore the Crown of the monarchy, including a Laurel Leaf. As he passed Mussolini he spoke softly so only he heard him.

''Time is up, Thug'' Emperor Victor Emmanuel IV sneered

Mussolini turned red and turned to the PNF.

''What are you doing?! Why are you supporting this man?! He wants to pollute Italy! Look at him! He thinks he is a God!'' Mussolini yelled