A Traitorous House on Traitorous Earth: Shattered Past Book 3

Birthright

Sidriks touched down on the surface of Earth. The snow from the dark skies above the Cosmodrome began to fall heavily as his feet crunched in the snow that had already fallen. The air was crisp and cold. He looked upon the tattered banners of the lair that lay before him; a stark reminder of the shape his people were in under this Kells rule. With the Blade of Luminos on his back and his shrapnel launcher in his hands, he walked towards the gates of the compound. There were no guards, something that was rather unusual. Vosik was the name of the Kell. He ruled like a tyrant, crushing all opposition to his rule. Sidriks remembered that time when he was a baron, an advisor of sorts. He had seen tens if not hundreds of his brethren die at the hands of his cruel policies. Sidriks looked up, and he knew, these times were coming to an end.

The lair reeked of decay and death as if the hive had taken the lair overnight. Sidriks looked over to several of the others who were there, the civilians just trying to scrape out an existence on this alien world. Some were starving, one crawled over to him his body so weak from the famine he couldn't stand. "W-who are you?" He asked.

"I am Sidriks Velkor, I have come in the name of the Goddess to save our people." He replied helping the man up.

"In the name of the Goddess?" He muttered.

"Yes, she has chosen me to save our people," Sidriks replied. "I am the Kishari."

"The Kell of Kells?" He asked his eyes bright with hope.

"I am. I was returned by a spirit after my death, the overseer told me of his vision, that I am the Kishari. I didn't believe, but now, I cannot deny my destiny."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." He repeated over and over returning him to his family. Sidriks, now ripe with rage stormed off for the Kell's throne room. He had hated his people, but he knew he could not let them suffer any longer. The golden knight attracted the attention of those in the surrounding rooms, his armor was etched in ancient Eliksni symbols, symbols that were carved when the first Kishari arose eons ago. The armor of the Kishari always meant hope to all who gazed upon it, it was not just a set of armor, it was a symbol. A symbol that dark times were coming to an end. The guards approached the gold clad captain.

"State your business." The guards said to him.

"The survival of our species." He said coldly. The guards looked at each other and nodded. "You may proceed." They replied stepping aside.

Sidriks walked into the Kells throne room the guards had their weapons to their sides. "Vosik!" Sidriks exclaimed. The Kell looked up from the ground to Sidriks. "You're armor cannot hide who you are Velkor." He stated to him. The others looked upon Sidriks with shock, the traitor, the one who had slain the Prime, has returned. The civilians, they didn't care who he was before, what he did, that didn't matter. He came back to free them. They were forced to sacrifice themselves to feed the Prime so that it would produce ether for them to fuel their weapons and farming complexes.

"That no longer matters, I've come for the throne of Devils." He thundered.

"Oh, and how do you propose to do that?" Vosik asked him.

"A duel, to the death." He replied coldly. A young woman chained to the side of his throne struggled against the steel of the chains. "Do not move or you will die!" Vosik threatened.

"I don't care anymore! Kill me then!" She exclaimed still struggling against the chains. The Kell then took his giant scythe and cleaved her in two. The scythe was large and made out of pure void energy. An ancient Eliksni weapon called the Soul Stealer, said to draw all of its power from years of conquest. Said to be a gift from the old god of death Xirax. Legend has it that the Eliksni were given twelve powerful artifacts from the old gods, until their mother noticed their corruption and tyrannical rule over the Eliksni, forcing them to worship the old gods. The mother Goddess was forced to kill her children to protect her children. Heartbroken she entered a resting period. This time was known as the Great War, where the old gods died, and the Goddess began her eternal, benign reign over Ralterra. Sidriks' eyes widened looking at the corpse of the young woman cleaved in two right before his eyes.