Zene Oneshots

Aku no Meshitsukai (The Song of Evil Pt. 1)

(Servant of Evil, or the official English title "His Significance of Existence".)

(Bold= Gene's thoughts.)

(Italics= Zane's thoughts.)

In the kingdom of Ouroborous, there were two princes of different age. The older was the leader of the military army, meant to sacrifice his own to protect the people. The younger was the heir to the throne, meant to lead the kingdom and it's people.

Angered by the younger getting the throne, the older went on a rampage, slaying the king and queen, and even the younger.

With no other royals for miles, the older claimed the crown and the throne, plunging the kingdom in a miserable tyranny...

The new king, however, had a servant... this servant came from the far kingdom of O'khasis, and was indeed one of the three heirs to the throne in that kingdom. However, no one knew of this expect the king himself... that's servant's name....

Was Zane Ro'Meave.

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The bells of the kingdom's church rang throughout the vast tyranny, blessing the newborns as they cried and lifting the spirits of the murky citizens.

Inside the castle, which was made of wood, stone bricks, and marble, the king sat at the glass and iron round coffee table on the front balcony, giving him the perfect view of the kingdom's markets. His darkened robes were hardly phased by the cool breeze that wafted through the air, as he turned his head to see his loyal servant getting near.

"Zane..." He greeted with a smile, before it turned to a frown. "I was under the impression that you were not feeling well."

"It was only a mere sickening feeling, my Lord." Zane explained with a calm expression, giving a bow. "Nothing can stop me from serving my lord."

"Good." The king hissed with clear bitterness in his tone, turning his head to look back out on the markets. "Make yourself useful and get the ingredients needed for the kitchen."

"Yes, my Lord." Zane obeyed with a nod, turning and making his way out of the castle.

As he passed by one of the largely arched glass windows, Zane managed to catch a glimpse of the outside world.

He wished he hadn't.

The townspeople were rioting all over the place, setting marketing stands on fire and breaking glass pots. Zane noticed the woman leading the riot was heading for the palace, clad in full armor with a sword raised into the air. Her skin was tanned, with long and flowing raven black hair. Glaring straight ahead were two caramel colored eyes, filled to the core with pure hatred. The townspeople began to follow her, specifically a man with white hair and bright green eyes.

Zane didn't need to see the army's soldiers rushing out to stop the riots to know what was happening. The townspeople had reached their breaking point, and were invading the castle to take the king into custody, and then soon execute him.

He ran to Gene's chambers, kicking the doors in as he almost fell onto the neatly polished floor. Enraged, Gene, who was the king, glared at his loyal servant.

"Zane!?" Gene gasped, still glaring at him. "What is the meaning of this!?"

"My lord, you aren't safe here!!" Zane warned him, grabbing onto Gene's arm and starting to pull him along.