ɬɧɛ ɱąɖ ƙıŋɠ//℘ʝɱʄʄ

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Once again, it feels good. So damn good. He sucked in a breath and exhaled contently. He could feel the soft material pressing against his body, trousers hugging his legs, feet standing on cushioned dressed shoes. This time, he was dressed in all black but his blazer was covered with linings and patterns of red and gold, fine stitches drawing out dragons and fires. His rich red cape was even bigger and longer this time, draping from his shoulders down to the ground with a golden dragon head crest stitched onto it.

This time, he didn't feel like a king, he knows he's a king. King of Inferno, to be precise. A week had flew by and here he is, standing in front of a big mirror all dressed in the finest clothings. His brunette was parted to one side, exposing his forehead, silver earrings dangled from his ears and left hand decorated with rings. He left his right hand empty of jewelry as he will be presented with a Ring of Honor by his mother, also the one who nagged at him to get rid of his rebellious looking accessories but of course Jimin ignored her because guess who's the king now? This man right here.

He could already feel the thrill in being a king when he ordered his own mother to shut up when he got fed up by her annoying critics and pulled the I'm your King card on her and she immediately went silent. He could only imagine the endless thrill when he sits on the throne.

Honestly though, Jimin's father was a good king even Jimin himself agreed but sometimes, good can only bring you so far. Jimin will be a great king and the only way to do that is to eliminate those who are great or becoming greater. Fern Kingdom.

Jimin poked his tongue in his cheeks and narrowed his eyes at nothing as he felt the urge to conquer the growing kingdom as soon as possible but he had to establish his throne first and them he will have his entire kingdom on his back, ready to conquer Fern Kingdom. Then again, he can't just head straight into war with them without the proper procedures or else he would dethroned even before he even get crowned. He rolled his eyes at that thought. If only he's in stage 7 now, he could've easily mind control his people and they would obey without questions.

But as of right now, he's obligated to follow the traditional procedures of colonialism, treaty and negotiations then agreement but if they trip over one of the procedures, either side can declare war right then and there which honestly sounds way more interesting than sitting in the hall for hours just to sign some shitty papers. Jimin wanted more than that. He wanted full control and govern over the kingdom, dominating it as his very own and papers won't do justice but war will.

Speaking of war, the bedroom door opened and Namjoon entered with a wide smile plastered on his face. He stopped just a few steps away from Jimin and bowed 90 degrees, making the brunette chuckled. "Here, this is the colonization letter. We need your signature before sending it", Jimin glanced at the paper that had the Inferno's dragon crest and Fern's leaf crest. He smirked at it and signed without reading it, knowing well that Namjoon's work surely is perfection.

The blonde smiled again and bowed. "Well, go take your throne, your highness", Namjoon joked and patted Jimin's shoulder before exiting the room. The brunette shook his head with a smile before checking himself again. "Let's get crowned", he whispered when he heard trumpets going off and thundering marching below him.

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"General Black Adam! Urgent call from the palace!", her earpiece buzzed loudly, making her winced. She swung her double sided black sword up and into the scabbard on her back before mounting onto her big Friesian. Full black leather cuir bouilli armor and black steel chest plate with feathery details. Hard steel curved in patterns around her forearms as an arm protector. Finally a steel helmet with only two cut outs for her eyes. She was armored in full black, carrying a double sided black sword, hence the nickname Black Adam.