Familiars

prologue

A worry settles on a kingdom, whose fears had been playcated long ago.

The ruler is of age, a tyrant of the nicest ways.

the kingdom thrived and the kingdom flourished, but recently it has more to nourish. Nei's worlds health is at its best, created to give rest.

Kawiska's kingdom rejoices as he smiles and talks, Nei is beloved and praised, but for what he must. Nei has a kingdom, and with that sacrifice, Nei has no family, no lovers, no life.

He keeps his head high, but only in demand, because behind closed doors, that's where our story began.

Well loved and loyal people, the very ones used in a ritual. Only ghosts now know, what Nei has told.

Nei's castle dungeon, a small room of candlelight. The walls coated in blood and in life. In the center was a piece of paper, blood smeared over the illegible writing.

Over and over the bound had given, the blood and the sacrifice reliven.

No noise created, except the movements of a kawiska. The chains rattle, as they take in their surroundings. And now they understand all that gave misgivings. They pull on the chains, the distress in noise, a scream stated, and a knife ready and poised. A magician, a wizard, a witch. The ruler was a user of magic. Dressed in a gown, of velvet attire, a soft green, and a blood pattern. Walking to the victim, a sacrifice now. A spell created by the words bound:

Oh, demon of worlds, oh creature of the life. In this world, you're forgotten, but I still ask for a light. I beg for your favor, I wish for your help, create a kingdom safe. 

A draw of the knife, and a swish or flick, One life for the rest."

Right then with a slash of a neck, a wipe on the paper, a faint glowing creates the atmospheric chamber.

Pained and forgotten, the body held up, the chains let down, as a portal opened up. A tear slides down a cheek, a smile on lips. "I'm sorry, dear friend, this is how it is. To save my kingdom, to save them all, more will have to die, and join the fall."

Riddled with regret, a storm in the eyes. The ruler's palace is not trifled by time. A tear falls on the body, a sorrowed goodbye. Though nei didn't know the kawiska, he still felt them die.

A ruler of the kindest evil's, like the ruler before. The crowned had a line, but now it may stop, for the Jeopssr answer has done this many times, as many rulers before them had, they cried for every loss, even if it was to save many others