~ARC I OF SILVERSHORE~
After the mass extinction of the entire human race due to world war, the wolves of Northern America, now called Silvershore, no longer have to worry about humans interfering with their lifestyle and habitat. As a result, two p...
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Hatred was such an abomination back when men ruled the world. It was a subversion of what should be good. Strong, pure hatred was somehow not seen often except when love was betrayed or destroyed in some manner. They hated their ex-lovers more strongly than a person who stole their wallets. They made excuses for strangers and held their loved ones to impossible standards. Yet in the bleak landscape of hatred, there was always paths back to understanding and empathy, though sometimes there were barely threads in a vast wilderness of negative emotion.
However, during the last century of mankind, hatred was all that was left. It would be all humanity would be remembered for.
Years before the end of humanity, the young princess of England, Melanie Castellanos, born on March 21st, 2322, was known across the world to be as fair, pure, and loving as they come.
But, in reality, the girl had a rather disturbing side to her. Although she was able to hide her psychopathic tendencies with her kind and naïve façade, with much credit to her beauty, her only goal in this world was to inflict as much pain as she could in the world, and wasn't afraid to end the lives of the ones who got in her way, including eventually her own mother and brother.
The reason Castellanos did this was because she had been aware from a very young age how the world worked. There was no such thing as a one-hundred percent good person.
The city below appeared as many doll-houses from her closed and bolted windows. As a child she would hover her fingers before her eyes and pretend that she controlled their every move. They were dolls with no thoughts, no feelings or wishes, each only born to serve her. So if they had no use it was their purpose to die quietly and without screaming or speaking of their pains in words or art. So, to keep them on the hangman's tightrope they were born to walk until their inevitable fateful slip, she banned stories and songs. How much easier it was to handle them in their depressed state, so much more efficient.
There was something very evil in the beige sort of uncaring of the eventual queen. Her subjects were free to starve and drown in the filth of the streets, free to meet their end in some freezing field with cold steel run through their intestines, so long as she has her gowns and fine foods.
As soon as Castellanos became queen after murdering her mother and brother, she ordered attack after attack on every country she could think of. She drafted practically half the country to war. Soon, her first objective was complete - to be the ruler of a majority of the world.
The entire world now knew her true nature - the ruthless, psychopathic leader they called their dictator.
How she was able to go this far in conquering Earth? No one would ever know.
The evil queen commanded the grassy playing fields of the poor to become glass shards and sharp flints. The peasants must suffer for their leisure and then suffer during it, for then they will know to their core that they are captive and cease any chance of struggle. A dog gives up when utterly pinned by the neck, does it not? Her sharply pointed crown would slice the air as she laughed upon hearing their language change, their stories and songs retold to convince themselves that there was honor in their suffering rather than see their cowardice, their complete surrender to evil and to live as sickly minions who have lost the capacity to even dream or speak of real freedom.
