the 100 years war

What happened after the war?

It is well known that some stories have a positive ending and some don't. Well this story, this war, has both happiness and devastation depending on the point of view. Depending on the species to be exact. While the Aradrites and Dorgantoses had their happy and joyful ending in which everything was fixed between the two species, the angels and demons had it rougher. Especially the demons. To know why, we need to go back into the past back when the Aradrite and Dorgantoses left the battleground. The clouded city, not being the biggest world of them all, hardly could handle the quantity of soldiers who were on it. But once the Aradrites and Dorgantoses left; there was a lot of space to fight and the angels and demons could finally fight as harshly and as freely as they wanted to, not hesitating a moment to step on corpses of their fallen comrade or enemies. Blood spilled faster, screams of agony were louder and losses quicker. There was no pity left in any of them. Everything only calmed down once the last demon, one hundred years later, fell down and died, his head rolling away and into the void, followed with his blood flowing away like a black-colored river. Then, screams of victory and laughter from the angels, the winners of the war. After a while of celebration, the chief of the troupe clapped her hands together, clearing her throat then spoke, her intimidating voice and fierce immediately shutting up everyone. Anyone looking at her at first glance would think she was a boy due to her square jaw, buzz cut, flat chest and overall masculine body and attitude. Even her voice was quite low, especially for a girl. She also used to swear like a butcher. "Alright, now's the fight done, get all your shit and let's leave." She said, planting her blood-covered sword in the ground to take a part of the ground, took her weapon out of the ground then did the same thing with one of the demon corpses to take both items back to the angel world as trophies to offer to her king. As soon as she was done, the angels deserted the battleground, leaving their dead comrades to rot, and even the angels who couldn't fly anymore were left on the city to their unavoidable death regardless of the fact they were all begging to be brought back with the others. An angel wounded to the wings was not worth bringing back. The way back to their world was long and took about one week until it was finished. Once back home, the chief of the angel soldier told everyone to go back to their home, not without swearing, of course. After that, she walked to the building in which the king was. Sitting on his throne, doing absolutely nothing, the king still seemed menacing to everyone aside from the soldier chief, who wasn't scared of anyone. Once in front of him, she knelt down and looked at the gold-tiled floor. Looking at it was quite painful for the eyes because the sun was reflected in the tiles and directly in the eyes- the king decided to put these tiles so he would torture anyone that came to talk to him without a good enough reason, some of his subjects even ending up permanently blind because of it. He takes out a big and unhealthy pleasure out of it. "With good news only you came here I hope, Aniara." The king spoke, his sentences backward not because he always spoke like this, but only because he wanted to. He also demanded his people to speak the same way when with him. "With good news only I came, indeed," Aniara replied, with almost an annoyed tone to her voice, "The war, we won, the demons we defeated. Oh great king, what we shall do next can you tell us." Calling the king 'oh great king' was something that pleased him greatly, so he decided to make it a law when speaking to him to call him this way. He thought for a moment, rubbing his obnoxiously long beard that was laying around on the floor, seemingly scorched due to the glowing gold-tiled floor. Aniara's eye began to tear up, she hated being in this room, she hated the king, she hated his way of talking and ruling over the angels. All he would do is sit around and do nothing as his people would die in hunger and thirst outside the palace, only the soldiers and royalty getting fed properly, the rest were thrown at the civilians. It's not for nothing the troupes of angel fighters were so large, everyone wanted to enroll no matter the cost, because at least then they would eat, drink and have a place to sleep. All of that because of the self-centered, selfish person sitting on the throne calling himself a king. Oh how she wanted to throw him off the island and into the deep, dark sea to see him beg for forgiveness, to see him drown. To watch him as he finally died to then fix this broken place they all called home. But here she was, obedient, kneeling down before him as he spoke. Aniara missed on the beginning of the instruction given "...world you must go, if needed eliminate them all. Understood?" is all she heard from the king. Of course, she knew she wouldn't see the light of day ever again if she admitted she didn't listen to what he said, so she simply nodded. "Yes, oh great king." She spat his title, but made sure it wasn't obvious. The king smiled, motioning her to go outside and do what he told her to do. Aniara left without another word, not sure on what she was supposed to do, so she assumed he wanted her to go to the demon world and exterminate them. It wouldn't surprise her from the king, that's what they did after every other war they won against other species at the end. "Great. Another useless species extermination. Just great." She grumbled, loathing the king for forcing her and her troupe to do such a vile act against other innocent people. But before she sent the army to another bloodbath, she visited every civilian that had lost someone during the war, the last person she had to visit was Ayesha, the priest's wife. She seemed devastated, but not so much, as it has been already 100 years since he left and she had already moved on, which saddened the leader of the army. Learning this to so many people was the most painful part of the after-war to her, everyone had similar reactions, either they were devastated, breaking down into tears, or they didn't react at all either hiding their emotions or not caring much about it, just like how Ayesha reacted to the death of her husband. Aniara, on her side, had lost her family and her friends during an uprising that happened soon after the king she learned to loathe sat on the throne ten years ago, after which he never sat up ever again and so never left his room to see the poor situation his people is suffering because of him. It was hard for her not to break down into sobs in a dark alley of the city after announcing every death to every person that was close to them. Instead, she hid, planning another uprising against the king, it was enough, they suffered all these years, a change was needed and it wasn't hard to convince everyone, as they all thought the same thing about the king. 'He needs to be killed, to be trapped to never see the light of day ever again! He needs to suffer exactly how we suffered all these years!'