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FLORENCE ORIGIN STORY: PT 3

Time to write this for the 1-4 people who read this entire thing up to now

AIGHT SO I DO HAVE AN IDEA FOR FLORENCE'S DESIGN 

I'LL POST IT IN MY NEXT ART REVIEW

AIGHT HERE'S PT 3 YEET

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King Crimson watched his daughter weep over her beloved husband's carcass, feeling slightly remorseful of what he'd done, but he still believed that what he'd done was right. He watched her with pity in his eyes, while the rest of his agents looked away and joked around. 

"Valerie," King Crimson said as he stood up from his throne, revealing himself from the shadows, "do not waste your time weeping for that pathetic mortal. You've committed crimes against the Kingdom, and for that, there is a consequence."

"Finally..." A4 whispered to agent B5.

As King Crimson revealed himself, his dark maroon horns and his shiny silver hair shown in the light, and his white garments contrasted his black cape and his crimson skin. 

(hehe more info time hehehehe-) 

King Crimsons skin was the standard skin color for all Crimson citizens, but only he and the agents had the power to drain the Crimson from their skin to make it resemble the ones living on Earth. King Crimson was as mighty as ISTHREYIUS in his glory days and was a descendant of Hunter Van Smit, the one who defeated him. Every King of the Crimson Realm had to use the title "King Crimson" and had to be a descendant of Hunter, the first ruler of the Crimson Realm. 

(ok back to the story hehehehe-)

King Crimsons towering figure made its way to his daughter, only by taking a few steps. He towered over her, his shadow casting itself over her body. He squatted and reached out his hand, waiting for her to take it, but she swatted his hand away and clung to her husband's limp body like it would disappear at any moment, lying on the marble floors of the castle. 

"Valerie, don't make this any harder for me," King Crimson pleaded, "I don't like seeing you this way..."

Valerie stayed silent. She heard her father's plea but refused to respond.

"I guess there's no reason in trying to negotiate with you," the King muttered as he walked back to his throne and sat on the cushion, "A4, bring her to me." 

"Will do, sir," A4 responded with pride, "yes!" He whispered, pumping his fists in the air.

(AAAA I live him sm)

"Valerie, I'm going to have to ask you to get off of him. He's already dead; there's no point in crying."

"Go. Away."  Valerie hissed.

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Go away!"

Unexpectedly a gust of wind started to swirl around Valerie, making A4 fall backward. The ground before Valerie shook, and it began to crack under her. She slowly lifted herself off of the dead body, shaking with rage. She slowly made her way towards her father, the ground sinking beneath her feet. The agents looked at the King; the King nodded, showing no sign of fear or worry on his face. All the agents stepped back, letting her pass.

"I missed you a lot, Valerie, could I at least get a hello from you?" the King sighed.

"Don't even think about uttering my name that casually after you killed the love of my life!"

Valerie charged towards her father, two swords materializing in her hands as she prepared to launch herself at him. She let out a cry as she leaped into the air, but her father held out his arm as she got close and grabbed her by the neck. She struggled to breathe in her father's grasp, saliva dripping from her mouth as she tried pulling his hand away.