The shiny gates beyond Avius Dominicus' citadel court were densely guarded, up to its neck in steely-clad bird guards patrolling the impressively vibrant garden square. Finding a chink in the palace's defenses was like finding a crack in a well-sculpted masterpiece. The castle frame stood to peek perfection and every nook and cranny was covered by two or more patrols. Nobody rolled up on the gates without scrutiny, and none left without being properly surveyed, either. Though as of late, none came or went at all, the birdfolk continued their vigilance and every single shield and sword remained timelessly flawed and unscathed.
And that's why Ricven stormed through the gaudy court with the multiversers and the Bearded Eel Gang.
First came the explosions. Fire and ice blasting down the gates and more vials of flame and frost continued to fly and explode among the cacophony of chaos orchestrated by Cornelius' twin shooters, Gremlyn's laser zapper, and the Jacks featuring their pistol-popping pirates. The Avius guard broke post and collided with the pirates soon enough, and before those beak-heavy knights could muster much of a successful swing, the bite of winter claimed them still, frozen by Ricven's ice vial grenades.
Well... Some of them.
(Insert big alien cat chasing bird people here).
MEANWHILE! The Sepian and his blazing fairy shot for the palace's main gates. The garden court a piratey concert of rumbling knight-bashing discord and behind them. Opposition remained resolute. The rigid guard ahead of them charged forth with unyielding intent. Fae took the lead, out-flying and outshining Ricven with bullet-blitzing speed and made it her duty to stun every single guard with her self-made projectile attack, firing through them like an aethric firebolt and leaving them stung and writhing in temporal agony.
The birds met the bee right then and there (odd puns).
"SEE!" Ricven hollered, overjoyed as they charged for the palace doors. "Told you it was a sound plan!"
The gloat prompted Fae to chirp. "Watch it! Too much crow is bad for you!"
The palace's final gate was a massive door indeed. Engravings for days, the door reminded Ricven of the mysterious red gate in the deeps of Cruxhaven's underfoyers. As Ricven ascended the many steps, he faced the vacant doorway, its guards groaning meters behind him, and he inspected the miraculous door's divine craftsmanship, for its tawdry inscriptions was nothing more than a supreme avian carving fest.
He always had this seed of indifference when it came to royal domains. He wasn't a political sort and royalty figures were the most run-of-the-mill sort of encounters across the verses. It wasn't that sort of disdain, though. The others were always happy to aid a crown. Klarissa was a princess of powerful elfin blood and Aethenius was the product of some dark kingdom disputes. But Ricven... His presence with royalty was an up and down sort of thing.
So he gave no fucks when he straightened his fingers forward, slid the tips of his digits down the middle seam of the palace's gates, and ONE-INCH-PUNCH-KNUCKLED the massive door wide opened like he owned the whole joint!
The obese boom rocked the whole inner chamber.
"Was that seriously necessary?" Fae obnoxiously remarked.
"Had to show that snobby ass door who's boss."
Then the ninjas appeared—SHINOBI STYLE!
"The only boss here is Prince Daimon!" said one of the birdy ninjas popping out of a puff of smoke along with six others manifesting out of thin air as if. They surrounded Ricven before he could crack a joke, and if he was quick enough to flash Edge Breaker into his grip, an aethric tempest of mythic silver for them all to bite to the death!
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