As the doors to the Imperial Tower slowly open, I briskly enter the great hall. The beauty never ceases to amaze me. Pillars over limestone and tables of quartz shine with a cleansing white light. The room presents a feeling of invitation and hospitality. I walk through another set of doors and view the grand staircase. Reaching all 144 floors of the tower, these stairs have known hundreds of years of imperial rule. As I began my ascent, I mentally prepared for the exhausting day I would face. Floor after floor. Step after step. Finally, I had reached floor 144. The Emperor's throne room. The royal guard, their armor shining like silver, salute me as the pearl encrusted doors slowly open, revealing the bright and clean room. The throne room is mostly empty, expect for the marble throne that faces the door. I assumed my stances behind the throne, and awaited The Emperor's arrival.
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Azrael
Historical FictionIn alternate world, where cars and guns were never created, we follow one man and his adventures.
