Scorned

Prologue

It was a bleak summer's day in the Deamno Empire... I remember it all too well. I was packing up the rest of my stuff in my dorm room getting ready to move out of college and onto my own, just finished finals, everything was going well. The sun was cold that day, much like the sting of other things. The room was small, with two beds over desks, cold white sanitarium like walls, a wooden door, and a window where I kept an old yellow glass marble from my parents. Just a keepsake really, and supposed to be a good luck charm from what I was told, but ever since Niol disappeared... I still don't know why he disappeared though. My roommate just disappeared out of the blue right after turning in his senior thesis.

He just disappeared one day after we went out for some food, I walked with him to the restaurant. It was just our normal routine for a Friday night. Niol had some kind of errand to do, something to get for class from the book store or something. I went back to the dorms and chilled after we split when he went to get it. A few hours later I got a weird text from him. I tried to text and call him back, but he... he never replied. I only have that one last text from him.

I remember hearing a knocking on the door about when I was done, breaking me out of my trance of thinking about him. I was about to answer it when it was kicked in and a series of guards came in surrounding me and the room, each of them kicking and stomping on me as they entered. I could feel each bruise and potentially broken bone as they did so. Their large metal armor clanging against me and the ground, their spears and shields held so loosely that they could 'accidentally' stab me at any time. Their helms made with large horns and eyes covered in tinted glass to the point where they could be barely called any kind of creature.

When it finally stopped, I looked up and saw her. That figure in a dark robe with the hood up with a black rod cane, but the voice I knew it. Queen Batch, the leader of the shitty city state. An empire to her blown up and out of control ego that she flaunted so much. She and I had some falling outs before, but that was more for me holding her to what she had said to slander and provide biased against me. If I had to watch my tongue, then she should be held the same. Not as if she would stop any crime that would be committed towards me or others that didn't bow down and kiss her ass.

"You," said Queen Batch. "You uncreative, bastard!" She raised her cane and swung it, hitting me over and over with it.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" I yelled, trying to put my arms up to protect myself.

"You claim you don't know of what I speak?" Asked Batch. "Your theft of the crown jewel. You have something like that in your windowsill!" She kept hitting me, beating me, for no reason. That old thing that she falsely claimed to be her's!

"It's not your's! It was a present from my parents!" I exclaimed, trying to defend myself as much as I could, my arms being pounded on by the cane as I covered my head.

"No, it's clearly the crown jewel! There's no doubt about that from your treacherous bastard mouth!" Exclaimed Batch, hitting me harder and harder, trying to hit my head.

"It's been there before the it even went missing!"

"That's not what I saw!"

"It's dated to when it was made, and says 'Made in Xion!' Not even close to here!"

"Then prove it you thievish attention seeking uncreative chicken scratched little..."

"Um... ma'am," said a guard as he picked up the decoration. "This isn't it... The date and location where it was made is engraved here."