Fantasizing a war - A Sanders Sides Trilogy

Destruction

Warning: Kind of a filler chapter and a bit of swearing.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Gasped Thomas as the blood covered, scale coated man walked straight into the room.

Anxiety rushed from Emile and Remy to wrap this man in the tightest hug ever which the newcomer returned with even more strength. The two hugged for a solid minute before the blood covered man pulled away from Anxiety.

Remy took a step forwards to ask what the hell was going on when the bloody man slammed his fist into his face. Remy spun to the ground, grasping his jaw with a gasp of pain. Emile rushed to him, trying to pull Remy close to check for any injuries.

"Well, bastard, could you fucking explain why you took my brother, his thestral and his imps, then returned one imp in an abused condition?" Said the newcomer waving his hand at Anxiety.

Thomas sank back in his chair fearfully. "K-King Deceit?" He guessed nervously.

The man gave him a sweetly twisted smile. "Yep! That's me! And that's my brother, you brat!"

"Can we kill them all brutally, Virgie? Oh, please, can we?" Asked a mustached man excitedly, bouncing happily in front of Anxiety, playing with a blood covered mace.

Anxiety shook his head, "Not these two please, I like them but you can totally kill the other guy."

"Virgil!" Screamed a man in light blue, surging forwards like a lightening bolt, tackling the tall man to the ground instantly. "Oh, my cookies, kiddo, I've missed you so much! I've missed you, I've missed you, I've missed you!" He squealed.

Remy and Emile made quick eye contact. "That's..." Began Remy.

"...Patton," Finished Emile with a nod.

The man in baby blue turned around. "Huh?"

"Uh, Patton, this is Remy and Emile. Funny, Emile uses the same nickname as you." Anxiety introduced from his awkward position.

Patton's' eyes widened. "I thought you two were mutinied against... We heard some of your guards talking about it!"

"Patton, my love, move, I must check Virgil for injuries," Said a tall man, although not as tall as Anxiety. He moved Patton away from the other, looking the man over carefully and instructing for Anxiety to twist and lift certain limbs in his 'check-up'.

"Good to see you too, Logan." Joked Anxiety, whose real name, as Thomas was picking up, was Virgil.

Then a fist narrowly missed his head and his attention snapped back to Deceit. "I'm going to kill you, now. Just like I've massacred your home out there."

"Massacre?" Whimpered Emile fearfully. He stumbled to his feet, running to one of the windows that lined Thomas's' throne room and pulled back the heavy curtains. The pastel man gasped, hand flying to his mouth as tears already began to pour down his cheeks. "Oh my..."

"Emile," Whispered Remy, struggling over to his friend, "What is..." He didn't even finish, staring out the window hopelessly. He pulled his sunglasses from his face, falling heavily against the wall as his knees gave way. "Oh, no... Everything's just..."

Thomas cowered in his throne, but moved forwards. Deceit let him pass and Thomas glanced out of the window and decided he didn't need to see anymore. "All those lives..." He breathed, pressing his back tightly against the wall.

"Virgil, can we kill them yet?" Asked the mustached man.

"Remus, what happened out there?" Virgil ignored the question, locking eyes on the man.

Remus, Thomas guessed, flinched slightly. "Dee may have become a giant snake?"

Virgil's' mouth dropped and he left Logan and Patton on the ground, running to the window. "Woah..." He mumbled in horrified awe.

"...V-Virgil?I-It's actually you?" Asked a voice from the doorway.

Virgil spun around to see a man in regal, white dress, with a red sash. The prisoner stared. "R-Roman?"