Revolutionary *ABANDONED*

Violet Assassin

*This is abandoned as of 05/22/20, may be picked back up later*

The night was crystal clear, not a cloud covering the shimmering stars above them. That night was a beautiful night, one that was considered the perfect night. Queen Feferi Peixes had been set to give a speech on this particular night. She had memorized forty-five minutes worth of words, all explaining the governmental wrongdoings.

She took many steps onto the balcony, causing an outcry. Some celebrated her arrival, while some disputed it.

She began with a pledge. "As your designated queen, I will do my best to give you, the people of Alternia, what you want and deserve." The crowd clapped and whistled. As she went through her speech, some of her statements became impromptu, her heart began going into it. She looked down. Her kingdom was down there, beneath her. Every blood color.

She felt sick to her stomach. So many people of the lower caste were cheering her on, but for years she had ignored them. 'Not anymore.'

In a cry of passion, Feferi bellowed, "The lowbloods shouldn't be treated as a separate entity. We, as a people, are given a pallet of equal rights; this pallet of which seemed non-transferable to those of lower ranks. They knew nothing of the simplicities of life received by being born into nobility. They knew nothing of acceptance, only of pain and abandonment." The crowd erupted when she paused to take a breath. Several bronze and gold bloods cheered, some even weeping profusely. On the opposite end, there were higher castes, rays of indigo and violet, unwilling to change their opinion. For as long as life had been, these still-ranking castes were known for being lowly peasantry. Their lifespan was millennia shorter, causing medical facilities and other essential infrastructures to focus on the higher castes, durable enough to last longer. While the speech seemed to be a big hit amongst some, there were several bands of anti-conspirators. They made their presence abundantly clear.

All through the night, Feferi spoke of freedom. She spoke of equality. She spoke of happiness. Of everybody living as one. Alternia would no longer be divided, she said. A small voice remained unheard in the crowd.

"She is feeding us bullshit." The voice belonged to a hooded woman, no older than thirty. "She doesn't know what she's doing." The hooded figure said, long, winding, obtrusive horns shaking incredulously. She put a lit cigarette to her lips, taking in a deep breath. She held it in for a moment, then let it all out. "She has no right to say anything about how we feel. She has never had to lift a finger." The person in the cloak slowly removed it, getting a better view of the balcony the Queen stood on top of. It was a small woman, only standing around 5'0. Her lips were painted red with mascara to match.

Next to her she heard a scoff. "Tell me about it." She turned to look, seeing a man with a purple streak in his hair. This man, who she had learned to call 'Eridan', shook his head. "She will never understand the complexities that come with being... Lowblooded." Damara nodded, crossing her arms.

"Now is the perfect opportunity. All of the guards are distracted with her." Damara said. She gestured towards the front door of the palace. "We can easily get in. Do you have your knife?" She asked, a devious smile on her face. She dropped her cigarette, but waiting for him to answer. She knew the answer. She began the walk to the palace. Behind her, Eridan had picked her cigarette up off of the ground, pocketing it.

"It's the perfect time."

The two trickled in, noticing the distinct lack of people in the palace. Damara slowly ventured forward, never having been in such a magnificent building. Her eyes widened, imagining living in the luxury surrounding her. Anger overtook her.

"She gets this, while we get to live in rickety houses. Our sinks don't work, our beds are firm and creaky, and she gets porcelain pillars! I've never seen this many vases in my life!" The rust blooded woman turned to look at Eridan. He was looking at his feet. Her demeanor changed immediately, from one of aggression to one of concern. "What's wrong?" She asked, suspecting something to be off. She stalled for a moment before taking a step toward him. "Did you hear some-"