As they began to walk to the Embassy. The Elves with open hands touched their chest, specifically where the crown of the Mother Tree was and the 5 twinkling stars above it. Martinez and Angelica followed the General inside the Embassy where they were greeted by an all Elven Staff. The soldiers saluted while the ones in civilian duty bowed their heads. “Thank you for the warm reception. Please, carry on your duties right after I am settled here.” Hearing the deep and softening tone of Jackson’s voice, the soldiers shouted with a quick “Yes sir!”
“General, I’ll lead the way to your room and office.”
“No need for the office. Me and my retinue have our own plans.”
“But sir, it's already prepared.”
“I beg your forgiveness, General Martinez. But me and my colleagues have plans set up that would mean that we’d not be here for long.”
“Is that so? Well sir, at least rest in the room. I’m sure you’ve had a long flight.” Jackson nods as he and the girls are led to the inner sanctum of the Embassy. With gray carpets and CCTVs on every hallway. Not a single area wasn’t heavily watched or guarded.
“General Jackson, as the Diplomat and representative of Earth’s Mankind. I hope you’ll do well in keeping your desires to yourself.” Jackson’s eyes propped up as Angelica brushed her shoulder to his arm, getting his full blown attention. “If an Elf were to ever rest his hand on your right shoulder, that’s akin to a hug to them. Be sure to return the gesture properly.”
He could only nod as they were bought on the second floor where the hallway could overlook the helipad and the Blackhawk parked on it. “Sir, it should be here.” Martinez swipes the keycard next to the door and hands it to Jackson with four extras. “Meal time is seven, twelve, and six, sir and the telephone is connected straight to the Embassy staff and has a hotline to the Airbase if you need any requests, sir.” With a nod, Jackson pats Martinez’ shoulder and he steps aside, gesturing for the women to go in first.
Alana and Elizabeth both elegantly lifted the sides of their skirt and bowed. Walking in all prim and proper while Bahamut rushed to the fridge, opening it and opening a can of coke. This prompt attracted the ire of the Vampire Queen, softly punching the back of the Dragon. “Ack!” She then leans her head next to the Dragon, staring right into her eyes. “Oy, Dragon. Manners.” On the floor next to the two large beds where there personal baggage, already delivered and settled in the place.
The General just shrugged his head and smiled. “I’ll take care of the rest. Thank you again, both of you.” closing the door. He turned to their room.
Elizabeth was the first to start looking around. Her main prosit, being the flat screen TV. She took the remote and turned it on. Quickly browsing the media where she sees there’s a bunch of Korean Soap Operas from the early 2000s to the late 2030s in it. She had the biggest smile he had seen in a long while. “My! Such treasures! My Lord, please prepare my belongings. I shall browse through this fine selection first!” Jackson on the other hand was already looking around, nodding at the large open room they were given. It was modern and full of all the amenities you could find in a suite. A large cabinet with multiple specific spaces for shirts, trousers, underwear, and coats. Another shelf for the women, specifically having hangers for their gowns.
With a powerful temperature control, automatic lights, electronic toilet and sinks, it even had a fully stocked kitchen with blood bags ready for the Vampires to drink. Alongside it were meat for the Dragon, with some already ripped open and the meat taken. All the while, the man couldn’t help but sniff in the air. Being reminded of the many hotels he had been in back on Earth.
The countless business nights spent in laptops and doing paperworks in foreign nations. He had a calmed expression which was broken by Alana scolding Bahamut. Who immediately went for a second round of meat stored in the fridge. “Goodness by the God of Emotions! Do that later, Bahamut! Help us unpack everything!” she shrugs, ignoring the Countess but gets stopped as she grabs the collar of her business blouse.
“Let me go Bloodsucker! I need to eat more! This meat is the one you find in our isles!” He just makes a long sigh. “Something’s never changed.”
“M’Lord, what does she mean by that?”
“It’s Albirutic Cow Meat. The Dragons are known for their methods of specific breeding since they already practice it on each other, they also do it to the animals they’ve domesticated. Cows aren’t any different. They’ve gone ahead and made the best cow breed in the entire world. Even their Potatoes are better than modern potatoes due to the addition of other vitamins in it.”
“And if I cook it, would it be any different?”
“I recommend adding an extra layer of salt and pepper to combat its more succulent taste. It can really make you addicted. But the price makes one stay away from consuming it. Lest you are of Nobility.”
“I might have to ask Bahamut then for any Dragon Recipes.”
“Hah! I never cooked in my entire life till Master had me to help him make our meals!”
“Don’t you atleast know any native dishes from your land?”
“Burned whole cow using fire breath. Good snack for a long flight and fighting.”
“No, Bahamut. Do you have anything that a Human could consume?”
“Master isn’t human right now. He can eat anything.” This made Alana jump a bit as she lifted her hand to her mouth. “My, I’ve been so used to our Lord being that of Man that I’ve forgotten he’s a Vampire. Though I do not know if it's good to make any meals that has blood in it.”
Elizabeth who was casually browsing through the options, trying to find the subtitle button turned to the Countess with a luscious smile. “Well, I do beg to differ. It might be a good way to train our Lord in the ways of our people.”
Alana quickly shrugged and bowed in respect to her. “I don’t think we should do such a thing, Your Majesty. I also do not think our Lord would accept such a meal.” The General then cuts between the two, lifting both his hands.
“Alright, Bahamut. Listen to Alana, let’s get all this stuff unpacked and for my meal, just make a normal human meal.” Hearing his order, the Dragon was left dejected and started opening the crates of clothing the Vampires bought. “Ugh. So much cloth. If only I could eat this, would I accept bringing so many articles of clothing..” she gets a light slap from the back of her head from Alana. “Don’t you even dare to think about it again. Some of those gowns were made by the finest tailors in Rose. That blue one is a family heirloom from my Mother.”
As she takes the gowns, carefully lifting them up and bringing them to the wardrobe. “We all need them for the possible parties and meetings we might have to endure. The Elves have so much time in their life, they spend most of it leisurely resting and attending festivals.” Bahamut once again sighs and starts unloading everything with an empty expression. “I want to eat.”
After getting everything laid out, Jackson then had everyone sit down on the small glass table. “So. Are you guys all ready? Since we’re here on the account of a Diplomatic mission. We have to attend a Senate Meeting with Angelica.” No one spoke and the silence left with him was more than enough of an answer.
Making a call, a convoy was once again quickly assembled just after an hour of their arrival and the party got on the vehicle once again.
Immediately, they got into an armored SUV that drove out of the Embassy gates, the horses and stagecoaches of the Elves not reacting harshly to the presence of the vehicle as it sped past them. Being on the right side of the road, Jackson got a good view of one of their parks that was nearby.
With young Elves playing in some sort of a specialized area. They’d use their magic on the differing types of soil that’s laid in front of them. Some would create flowers, others to conjure moving bipedal constructs that they’d order to fight one another. Their parents, being far gone in another place, one where there was a monument. Seemingly to that of a Great Elf who felled the Dwarves that once lived there.
“I’ve come to realize something. Elizabeth, in your era. The time of the Third End Time, the Third Era of this planet. How come in the Fourth one, the Sword of the Hero was never pulled? Did you put a spell on it?”
“Of course not, My Lord. That sword is not subject to curses any creature that walks in this plane could conjure. Though in terms of it not being used, I believe the Countess is the one to ask as I’ve been entombed by the moment the hordes of Vitas and of its Cosmic compatriots would have walked through those mountains and lusted for domination.”
Looking at Alana, she looks up to the ceiling of the car as it swerves to the left, giving Jackson a good look at the massive fountain and park that they are circling. “From what I’ve been taught. The King of Vitas sent a special team to retrieve it. Usually, years before the coming of the hordes of Demons. The Kingdom of Vitas would have been preparing and weakening the lands. With Her Majesty’s action of stealing it beforehand, I think he did something along those lines and stored it somewhere.”
“And the species did not unite this time, did it not?”
“No. M’Lord. Everyone was tired after Her Majesty’s decade long campaign of taking the entire world. There was no energy left to unite. It was only under King James who used the Sword of Kings, with its magic to put all those who look to it with great courage, did a Hero rise.”
“Did anyone join Mankind here?”
“No, M’Lord.”
“Hmph.”
As he turned to look outside, he couldn’t even mutter a word at how gleaming the buildings of the Elves were. Even though their exterior was filled with veins and branches, the inner color would still scream out as their porcelain detailing was magnanimous.
Everywhere he looked, there was a seeming bloom encroaching within his eyes and a tranquil wind that could make him sigh in relief even in his eternal form. The structures they built, nothing of the like mankind could ever conjure. Mixed with beauty and efficiency, with the tinge of elegance in every crevice.
He often could remember the corridor of the Elves in the University. The hallways alone could not make up for the true beauty that the timeless creatures could make. Even though the Vampires themselves were ageless, they did not focus on the love but instead the despair and goth of their long lives. The Elves on the other hand, celebrated it, wore it upon their chest and shoulders, proud and prideful.
A few blocks away. Tucked between the numerous tall buildings of the Elves, where balconies with arches were as frequent as the finely decorated pillars were a massive Pantheon that’s next to a hill that houses an absolutely massive palace of sorts with towers and gated walls. “Woah… that’s it?” Elizabeth nods. “Yes, My Lord. I’ve been there before. Surprised to see little has changed since all that time.” Rather than a front door entrance, the General was driven in the back where there was an extremely guarded path which led to a lot where gold encrusted carriages with folded wings were parked alongside horses of varying types. Those with wings and others having just rarer complexions and larger sizes.
The black armored SUV looked as if it was the poorest thing there. With a monotone paint and chrome rims. All that really made it stand out was the grills and the Cadillac badge. Waiting for him on the door was the 1 Star General Martinez. Saluting alongside his men in their black and blue parade uniforms. The white visor hats were fully polished and gleaming.
Opening the door for the 5 Star General, Martinez immediately smiled as he used his body to stop the door from opening further. “SIR!” he salutes. Wearing his green uniform and behind him, three wonderful women in elegant gowns and one, in a more modern office ladywear. “Follow me sir. You are seated next to Miss Ange. Your party members are on the Guest stand all the way in the back.” entering the hardened alloy door was a High Elf.
With a puffed up plate armor, each of it had detailings and the feather on his helmet was giving off a holy aura. The cape he wore had a gray color to it and fur on the shoulder point. “General Jackson?” he immediately bows with his hands on the sides of his body and gave him a respectful gesture, resting his hand on his chest. “Yes, That’s me.” he then looks at him. “I am Royal Guards Sergeant Inis Peltuna from the Twentieth Royal Army Corps. I’ve been assigned to escort you when you're around here and answer any queries you might have.” Jackson could only make out his extremely pale complexion. Aside from his tall height and purple eyes, his entire body was under layers of armor.
But what caught his eye more was the golden blonde color of his hair in a ponytail, it was long and well brushed. More than enough that it could give Elizabeth’s a run.
“Very well. Lead the way then.” The Royal Guard then swiftly turned around and led them through the corridors. Even through the protected path, everything was given thought to how stylish it must be. With his hand on his curved sword handle, he kept a constant pace. Slowing down in feeling with them. “Ahem.” Hearing the voice of a woman, he turns to his right and lowers his head. “May I ask what happened to your Tower?” Elizabeth with her question piques the man. “Tower? Madam?”
“The Tower of Dominion?”
“Ah, that olden relic.” he kept walking in a marching style. His heavy sabatons made a thick sound at the woolen carpet. “It has long been destroyed. The last living Heir of the Dydares Family had it torn down after the death of the Great Emperor and his Son.” he quickly then swifts his face forward. Jackson just shrugged at the extremely routined and robotic movement of the Elf.
Suddenly, something glowed in his belt’s satchel. Reaching for it, he pulls out a translucent gem which he put Mana into. On the other side was a familiar face that the General immediately remembered. “Wait… Isn’t that the Elf we whom met in the Vampire Church, Bahamut?” The Dragon then peeks over his shoulder and nods. “Yup. That’s him, Master.”
Just standing next to the two of them, the Countess then puts the tip of her nail on her chin. “Ah, Jafre, was it?!” Alana then quickly shoves Bahamut out of the way as she sees the man they humiliated in the Court of Houses on the Orb talking to the Sergeant. The woman quickly pinched her Lord’s sharp ear. “M’Lord. No lollygagging nor mentioning of your victory in our Court.”
He just scratches the back of his head, giggling. “I’ll try, I’ll try. He is such an asshole though.” Alana then quickly pinches his cheek and starts pulling it. “Your words, M’Lord. Don’t even try anything.” he quickly gestured, zipping his lips and she let go.
Inis on the other hand closes the Communication Gem and stops. “Lord Jackson, Prorex Jafre wishes to meet with you on the doors before the Senate Pantheon.” He nods as the man is then brought to the door that leads to a dead end. “Please do not touch nor interact with anything.” Martinez on the other hand tugs him. “Sir, be sure to keep your Mana in check. Last time, I almost got myself sent to space.” he nods and Sergeant Inis flicks a button and presses another. Looking as if its selection for which floor to go to. Clicking on the center one, the floor quickly started to move up.
“Sergeant Peltuna, may I ask you something about the Empire?”
“Of course.” With such a soft and quick reply, Jackson just tugs on his jacket and straightens it. “Right now, how many soldiers can your Emperor call to war?”
“About three hundred thousand. Though the Board of Vetus has the last say on the amount of soldiers each region may send to the Emperor.” Jackson then looks to Alana who leans in to him, standing on the tips of her toes. “It's where the Eighteen Kings, leaders of the Eighteen Regions of the Elven Empire, sits.” With a nod he once again turns to the Sergeant with his finely decorated armor.
“And does your country have any idea how much the Human Kingdoms could bring?” Peltuna didn’t even turn to look at him. Merely putting his hands together as if to conjure something. “I believe the Kingdom of James could call about fifty thousand soldiers, Gareth around thirty thousand, Meilurous thirty thousand.” This left with the General scratching his head. “That’s all?”
“Indeed. Though the wretched Dwarven Tribes scattered about the lands, hiding in their Mountains, unyielding to any disaster outside of their caves might be able to call upon sixty thousand of their kin. But they're all detached from one another, selfish like how they’d empty the insides of entire valley mountains for ore.” With a sigh, he then puts his fists up his hips. “And the Dragons?”
“A thousand Dragons, General Jackson. Though we may never know their true strength as the Dragons were never to join the Great Battles for Threa.” Bahamut just replies with a pff. Gaining the attention of the Sergeant who notices her long inhuman horns. “May I ask, Lady. Of what Species are you?”
“I am a Divine Dragon! A Black Dragon born from an Ancient Red Dragon Father and Ancient Black Dragon Mother. I’ve come with Master on his diplomatic mission.”
“It is my great pleasure to be under the visage of such a grand titled Dragon. Your age must be older than some of the mountain ranges our Empire gives great care to.”
“I actually am!”
“In my religion, that of Forrus. It is said that in the great battle for Alioloc, will the Dragons show their true form and fight for Threa and the free people that lives within it.” Jackson once again leans to Alana. “Alioloc is the plane above ours, M’Lord. It's where Great Elves come from.” he nods and keeps walking with the Sergeant.
“Since your Religion seems to be way more intune with things… Do you have a name for the Outer Gods?”
“I believe it's better to ask a Priest such a question. Though in my entire life, I’ve only known of one. Named the Dark Tyrant, it is he who corrupted the once valiant and magnificent Human Kingdom of Vitas. Corrupting its King, and the Gods, punishing the once wise leader by burning his land. Turning it into the darb and dark place it is now.”
“Dark Tyrant… has this Dark Tyrant ever made an appearance?”
“We’ve only had text from the Elven Hero who joined with Deus Vrax in his campaign against Vitas. It is said that he dons an armor of black, his face enshrouded by a great Evil, whose golden eyes could snare even the Noblest of people.”
“Golden eyes…” looking at Bahamut and then to the Sergeant, Jackson could feel shivers even in his Vampiric form. “What can man do against such Evil. An Evil God of all things.”
“Believe.'' This made Jackson perk up, hearing this from an Elf of all places. “One should not dwell in defeat, as that is acceptance of such a possibility. Be like us, General. You are a Vampire, you must know out of everyone what accepting defeat will do to you. A Vampire’s despair is so great that it may bloom Blood Roses from where you lay for your final breath.”
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With an extremely fast acceleration, they were there before he knew it and exiting out into a massive lobby, on the gilded pillars were statues of women in Toga, with her long sharp ears with wreaths on their braided hair, they held up bowls that exude flames that warms the area. “Please, with me.” They soon climbed the twin stairs. The width is enough for an aircraft’s wing to be sat on and the carpets color changing to a green with a yellow on the sides.
Waiting for him on the top was a familiar face. With all ten of his fingers holding expensive rings. He then leans to Elizabeth. “What's Prorex again?” she shrugs and facepalms. “Think of it as a Viscount but hold a bit more power with the politics of other regions that’s not theirs. A Viceroy-Viscount of sorts.” he nods as Alana drags him to her size. “M’Lord, control yourself. You are one of us now, you must be composed at all times.” She then jogs a bit to reach Bahamut. Eyeing her intensely. “Alright, alright, Bloodsucker. I won’t do anything.” she wasn’t having it and walked shoulder to shoulder with the Dragon.
“Kissing a Human in front of the Head of the Elven Foreign Ministry. You better not.” reaching the top, Sergeant Peltuna got on his wings while Jahfre in his extravagant Toga reached out his hand. “A gesture of greeting for you foreigners, yes?” Taking it, the two exchanged handshakes. “My, Sir Jackson. You’ve truly changed. Last I saw you, you were a mere peon. Now, look at you. Even titled Lord from what I’ve heard.” he giggles but then stops. “Titled Lord? I believe that was just a rumor of sorts.” he turns to the girl who shrugs.
“My, Is that so? Explains the Dukes apprehension when I was going to collect the Duchess and have her transported here. But he seemed to have calmed down in the afternoon.”
“I think that is due to us meeting and having a conversation.”
“Very well. I believe in the civility of the Vampires. I do hope you are prepared. On the left of the Pantheon Seats are those from the Private Sector, the Center for the Military, the foreigners and guests usually sit to the right of them and further down that is the ones representing Her Greatness Forrus.”
“I’ve thought of this now… but Lord Jahfre. How come you don’t have any Churches?”
“Goddess Forrus ordered us to take care of the world and the things she helped build. None of her orders were to build Icons of her, to make prayers or to build sites of worship. Just to look after what her and the Gods have built. Though we may revere her, we do not have any of the practices the Holy See does.”
“That’s…” Jackson couldn’t wrap his head around the concept but nonetheless nods in understanding. “So. About the Duke… did he say anything about my potential Lordship?”
“I apologize as its been a few days but I oddly remember him stating something about you being a Human. I myself thought you were… till I guess the Vampiric allure even got to you.”
He then turns to Elizabeth who shrugs once again. “A-Ah… is that so? But, what rank was given to me, exactly? Just Lord?” Jahfre the tilts his head. “I believe it was Baron.” His eyes opened wide as he nodded. “I see… wow… Though in the end, it's up to the King’s decision.” he then turns to Alana.
“You have to talk to me about this later. If I actually become a Vampire Lord, I might need to give my land to you.”
“M’Lord, we aren’t in the Kingdom and I think it's best to just leave that plot of land empty, I might go and build a statue there in honor of you.” He then scratches the back of his head. “Right… Oh, don’t you have a branch here or something? You said it's near the ocean?”
“I do, M’Lord. But the one in Elvennur is not big due to the ridiculous foreign tax of the Elves.” This made her look at Jahfre who only replies with a smile. “The big one is in the Port City of Oceanowa. In one of its floating districts.” The Prorex on the other hand swipes his toga of white and red into his back. “Ah yes. I do believe your expenditures this year’s first quarter seem to be looking good. I do hope the Tax Breaks we promised will ensure further cooperation, yes?” The Countess elegantly bows, lowering her head and not daring to look at his eyes. “Of course, Prorex Jahfre.
The Minuits had done business with the Curates since the birth of our Kingdom and we shall continue to do so.” He nods and turns around. “Please carry on. I was just curious about what happened to that brazen Human General. Looks like becoming a Vampire has neutered that rebellious attitude of yours. Very well, welcome to Elvennur. Gem of the Curates.'' He stepped on the sidelines as the Sergeant stood up and gripped the golden handles of the heavy thick two door.
“The Senate also holds representatives from the Sixty Eight Regions of the Elves.” he breathes in and puts his chin up. “Formerly from the eighteen Elven Kingdoms that hailed before the Empire and the Two Hundred and Fifty Three Tribes.” he then twists the vertical knob. “One autonomous zone and four autonomous districts belonging to the Wood and Dark Elves. I welcome you to the Main Pantheon, General Jackson and Party.”
It glowed and opened. Engraved onto it was the Giant Tree the Wood Elves had for their Capital. It’s sliced in half as the gleaming beauty of the interior of the Pantheon was seen in full view. Walking in, Jackson couldn’t believe his eyes at the absolute beauty of architecture that was bestowed to his sights.
The dome ceiling above him has a square illusion as lights from the Star enters it giving full light to the entire place. Sitting in his own special podium that’s surrounded by massive stands with seats and tables with a stage in the middle was the Senate of the Elven Empire. Hanging from the various pillars were the flags of the 68 Regions that serve under the Emperor, with the special ones sitting right in front of the Emperor’s Balcony while the Kings themselves of the 18 Elven Kingdoms sat upon their own special balcony.
On the Emperor’s Balcony itself was the Empress, donning an everlastingly white gown with a veil over her face. She seems to glow even from afar while to his right as a younger looking Elf in a Toga. One with long white blonde hair that seems to astonish even Elizabeth herself.
The session was in full. With the UN getting grilled by the Senate of the Elves while the Emperor himself had his head sitting on the top of his index finger, listening quietly. His solemn pale face as he wore a wreath of pure platinum that’s encrusted with jewelry and behind him were the flags of the Allies of the Elves. The Blood Rose, the Holy Sword of James, and the Shield and Griffin on the Gareth Kingdom.
“Miss Angelica Dalia. Are you fully assured of your masters with the decision to transfer technology to the Vampires? What makes you think that this action won’t cause destabilization amongst the balance that’s been going on for Centuries before you’ve arrived?” She was barraged like a machine gun nest had its sights on her. Though the Elves’ tone was soft and casual, with not a hint of malice as he sends one sentence after the other.
But she didn’t relent. Being the only one wearing a suit in a sea of Togas, she turned to the Elven Lord and eloquently raised her hands. “I apologize for any disruptions this might’ve caused. But as you know, we are currently in a war in Schon. We need the Vampire’s guarantee of non intervention. We have had the Board of Vetus’ approval for this, so I am quite surprised you weren’t aware of this transfer. We mean no harm with it.” Suddenly a Vampire appeared near her. Scooting over in a Human General uniform, the Elves all started to whisper to one another.
Ange on the other hand breathes a long hard sigh. “Ah, that perfect timing. Thank you, General.” Jackson on the other hand gives her a wink as he sat next to her. “Is that… a Vampire in an Outworlder General Uniform?”, “That is odd. Who is this person? I thought Jahfre said that Jackson was a Mong’krol?”, “A Vampire? Does the representatives of Rose know of this?” The rumors came and spread like wildfire. But then the Emperor raised a staff made of black gold and platinum, silencing everyone. “Continue with your line of questions Magius Reyul-Il-Bath.” he once again gets up.
“May I change my question from the Outworlders to the Vampires with us here?” He then turned his body to the opposite side where standing on the edge of the Senate corner was Duchess Morgana Tempest of the Voltaire House. She first bowed to the Emperor, then to the Magius then to the Countess. Her final vow was to the UN representatives having been placed on the front of the stands, just before the railing.
“Yes, Magius Bath, how thee may I answer one's query?”
“May you stop with the old Common speak? I know the Vampires speak new common like everyone else. It may help all of us to understand each other better.” Jackson was thrown out of the window by just how calm and informal he was. This made Elizabeth rest her hand on his shoulder. “My Lord, focus. I am trying to do my best not to stand out here.”
“I know, but it's so odd. There’s no show or circus here. It’s like a circle of acquaintances having a normal talk.”
“Is it not such a sight normal in Earthling Congress?” He had a smile on his face as he shrugged. “No. But the showmanship of our politicians often makes these insanely boring conferences into something interesting at least.” Suddenly, his line of thought was cut by the Duchess’ deep and loving voice. “Mayhaps. But due to circumstance. Thine must speak in this way. Doth needs to keep the air of my species in such a foreign land”
“I understand.” she didn’t relent to the Elf who quickly went below his table and raised a bunch of papers. “What is this?”
“I believe it's paper from the Kingdom.'' The room was silent but there were some hints of giggles as the Magius laid it to the table in front of him. He then presses a button that teleports it right to her desk. Taking it, she didn’t react. But the list was written in Common and translated in Vampire language. On it was the stamp of the Men of the Woods and the UN Headquarters in Woodstock. The paper she was given was three pieces, two were translated report essays and another, a genuine military cargo paper from the UN.
CARGO MANIFEST:
10x M1151 Humvees
10x LAV-25
500,000x 5.56 NATO FMJ
500,000x 7.62x39mm
5x AK-12 Assault Rifles
5x M4A1 Assault Rifles
1x M109 Paladin
2x EMD SD70 Locomotives
20x Wellcars
60x 53ft Container Vans
She quickly lays it back down and just smiles.
“What is that manifest about? We got this last week from a source. Emperor. Heed my call. The Vampires might be planning something. An exchange of this size must not be for mere border conflicts with the Rogues.” The Emperor then opened his palm and the three papers were transported to his palm. Jackson detected the magic, it was precise, powerful, and efficient. The Emperor then laid his gaze on the lone Vampire on the Private Sector’s side. “Duchess… explain yourselves.” His voice rang out like the Gods itself. A being out of this world walking amongst the physical.
The Duchess on the other hand just turned to him. “It is not for us.” The Magius then lifts his finger up his chin. “Explain.”
“Tis’ not. Thy deal with the Humans of’weth other worlds only having aged steam trains and carriages that they have no longer use for. Tis’ was delivered to the Minuits Warehouse as they are the ones in contact with the UN. Tis’ has nothing to do with the Kingdom itself. The King allows the Houses to do as they please.”
“Then. Where may I contact a Minuit. They must explain their closeness with the Outworlders. They have sown seeds of distrust with us.” He then turns to the main Pantheon itself. His hands still together and his stance, that of a calm and composed person.
“How come you Vampires get special treatment by the Outworlders? I understand the Continents of the Free peoples have long been strained by your previous actions.” The Duchess took a quick glance at Alana who was with Elizabeth on a Guest stand, in the sea of crimson togas from the military.
Down below, the Countess immediately senses the gaze of the Duchess and lifts her head to look at her, proceeding to slowly shrug and Morgana then says something silently under her lips and the Countess tilts her head for a moment and in a brief second of silence, nods. “Thou’st would like to be given time to call upon the Patriarch of the Minuit House. Thy would like to apologize.”
Magius then nods as he then points his attention at Angelica. “Representative of the Outworlders.” She immediately stands up, her hands together. Though the Elf had no hint of malice, it made the conversation even more heavier as the Diplomat had to contend with her emotions all to herself. “Care to explain? I do not know of the customs of Earth. So I’d like to apologize for being too forward. But time is of the essence in such a discussion with mortals.”
“As Lady Tempest had said, Magius Bath. Our deal only includes old vintage steam trains and carriages. Alongside were sets of tracks and blueprints and engineering schematics. That is all. I believe these trains and military vehicles are meant to be just stored in the Vampire Kingdom till proper transport could be arranged and they could be brought forth to the frontlines.”
“You bring these trains to the frontlines?”
“Yes. I believe the General here could explain better but our logistics is mainly dependent on the building of railways as pallets were given to the commercial economy to provide lift to our deepening burden of war.”
“Understandable, but I have yet to see the reason why you must pick one of the most prolific Houses for such a mission. May I remind you that the Head of House Minuit is a close relative of King Timothy. Do we need to go around this issue again in terms of the diplomatic chaos your sudden action caused within the Empire?”
“No. Magius Bath.”
“Good. As this transportation system of yours will surely put the economy of the Vampires into overdrive. Beating us all by hundreds of years even if these were the older steam locomotives. You forced us to accelerate our research in all fields… what is it with you Outworlders and your near obscene levels of obsession with the bloodsuckers?”
“I cannot help to explain the complex relationship we’ve built with the Vampires in a single session, Magius Bath. But the shortened version is that they are in a perfect buffer zone to the Kingdom of Vitas. But due to their strength, the Demon Kingdom do not dare lay their Goblin and Orcish armies to their borders. It's perfect for us and our war that’s thousands of miles away from our factories.”
“Then we shall return to this case at another time. I’d like to have a Minuit representative to be taken to this Senate. Emperor, please.” he only lightly nodded and the Magius sat back down and the Emperor himself took the attention of everyone. “I believe we have a new guest in this Senate.” Those words sent shivers to Jackson’s spine.
“General Paul Jackson of the United Nations Joint Army Staff. Five Stars, he was titled to be the first ones to respond to the… Mechanical Machinations they’ve unleashed on this land and the ones responsible for the destruction of the Third Calvary Arm of the First Army Corps sent by the request of the Sword Saint a year ago.” Whispers rang out but were quickly silenced upon the Emperor speaking.
“He had killed fellow Elves, though we Elves had also killed them. When they first came here, the Outworlders went on this charade about the Servant trade we had, calling them… Slaves.” The whispers had all stopped and everyone had their eyes locked on him. “We all quickly united, even with our lifelong enemies and butchered those who tried to stop it. Now, they bit us back and we learn much. Who knew they were hiding such weapons… such Generals…” he then rested his back on the Throne and stylishly crossed his legs. “He is also the man responsible for the historic and monumental peace between Humans and Vampires.” immediately, he got stares that were steeled like swords and daggers. “It's thanks to this man that we are now on the verge of being beaten by the Vampires economically even though we dwarf them tenfold.” the Emperor on the other hand lifted his hand and their stares stopped.
“Be not heightened with him. If I were a Human, I’d brand him as my King. Men… Men like him must be remembered, honored, and respected. Even the mighty Twentieth Army Corps hailed his accomplishments and personally welcomed him to our city.” he then switches the cross of his legs. Resting his cheek on his palm. “He is here to support the Pope’s endeavors to allow Beastmen into their ranks.” He instantly raises his hand, not giving a chance for the Senators to speak. “I know this matter is highly debated. But I’ve heard…” his eyes then started scanning the room. The golden blue hue of a being far beyond that of normal Elves looking at every last one of them.
“That some had taken things into their own hands. May I remind you that we are civilized people. We shall not resort to the methods the Humans would use against those they hate. Now, General Jackson.” he then stands up. Saluting the Emperor. “Yes, Emperor Dydares, sir?”
“Pfft. No need to speak in such a militaristic way. Call me Emperor.”
“Of course, Emperor.”
“Tell me, why should I support this? We Elves are civilized folk. No matter whom you may, we will listen and understand.” He then makes rings in the air, creating moving depictions of the Curate Empire getting sacked by a combination of the Beastmen and Humans. “This… alliance has a long troubled history with us, Elves. If you know our history, which I believe you do as you came from Janishaire before. What says you?” He then removes his hat. Slowly putting it under his armpit as he stood as a soldier in formation.
“Because this is no ill-will to you, the Elves. This is for the survival of the Humans in Geraldia. This has got nothing to do with history, it might rhyme but it's an entirely different story. I do not represent the entirety of Outworlders but I do represent the Military and our will to have a peaceful and lasting future for everyone.”
“Ehhhh… the Pope said the same thing yesterday. Before he stormed out in rage. Then, what’s it for you? The Outworlders? What do you have to gain to go this far?”
He looks around, unable to answer. “To us?” the Emperor’s giggle rings out the entire Pantheon. “Please, do not make us for fools. We’ve been asking Miss Angelica here since the start. What is it for you Outworlders? To take such a specific stance must mean there is a specific end goal. What is it?” Angelica then tugs the cuff of his jacket. “Do not answer that. We still do not know what the Elves themselves want from this entire thing.” she whispers. Jackson then looks back to the Emperor. “I apologize, but I cannot answer that till we know more of why so much of the Elves stand against this even after specifying that this has got nothing to do with you.”
The Emperor lightly nods and gestures for him to sit down. On his chair, Jackson is surprised he didn’t even feel the weight of what just happened. He then turns to the corner of the Senate Stands and instantly notices Duchess Morgana looking at him with disbelief. He himself couldn’t believe the beautiful woman with her long shiny Silver hair that made her stand out even in a sea of Elves in colorful togas and accessories could make such an expression.
Though in the moment's notice, he looks around for the Admiral they’ve been eyeing. The Elves were all flamboyant in their style, with long straight hair with braids, they seemed to be Divine in their poise as they all sat silently. Listening to their Emperor. Though the man himself, Dydares has his eyes taken by the horns of Bahamut. Resting his cheek on the fists of his hand, he stares at her intently.
“My Son, do you see that humanoid over there?” sat next to him, the Grand Prince of the Empire nodded. “I believe there’s more to this Outworlder than meets the eye. We should invite him to the party, shall we?”
“I believe so, Father. What’s happening now, it's something we’ve never encountered before. The Human Pontiff’s appearance has also been a shock to the Empire. I believe we need to rest the session for now and plan ahead.” The Emperor then leaned to the right of his seat, closer to his son. “Do you agree with what is foreseen?”
“I agree. It's been done before in the Second Age. I am more than willing to come.” The Emperor then leans to his left, the Empress who had been silent and sat aloof the entire time slowly turned her head to her Emperor. “Bannah, what had the Mother Tree said? Had Forrus conveyed new orders?” She shrugs her head. “Kelvin, I do believe the bringing of that horned woman here is no coincidence. We must be on their goodside. I will talk to the Board of Vetus later on.”
This made the Emperor sigh as he tilted his head to the other direction, still staring at the horned woman. “I should’ve prepared a better ensemble. I did not expect a Vagnamus to appear in this Pantheon. This must be a first since Deus Vrax visited Elvennur.”
“Kelvin, we must be at our utmost best. I will have contact with the University. She may be what we’ve been looking for.” he nods and stands up. “The Senate session is over. Next week, Mondar. Let us convene once again. As it seems like no concessions will be made again today. I apologize on behalf of everyone, including that of the Church of Deus Vrax.” he then raises his staff.
All the Senators then bowed their heads as lighting shot out his hand and into the middle of the Pantheon. It then travels upward into the skies and creates a word that all the Elves living in the city shrug at. Quickly, he turned around and went to the back of the balcony, where his Retinue sat waiting. “Call the Holy See Pope to my Palace. I shall talk to him personally. I believe it has begun, the wheels of fate have started turning.” Everyone then packed their things unceremoniously. Jackson left looking around dumbfounded.
“Eh? No end of speech or stuff like a ritual?”
“General, the Elves only do that if a concession is made. None was made so they're just preparing for the next one.”
“I see. Miss Angelica, you did very impressively there.”
“Thank you. I’ve been dealing with these people since day one and it's never a boring day with these types.”
“Hm. I’ve only been here for a few moments and it already feels like it's been hell. It’s just so weird with the Elves. I can’t help but want to think their talking with malice but I can’t detect anything… and their voices are so calm and casual.”
“You’ll get used to it, General. The Elves are strange people, not even I can fully decipher these people.”
“Yeah, I can see why. So do you know any Elves with the name of Thydis?”
“Thydis? General, that’s the commander of the Navy Air Forces of the Elven Military. I think I’d suggest you go around and talk to people around here first before going for such a person.”
“Errrr… Exactly what’s my best bet?”
“The military. The Elves, as much as they want to keep the powers of the Military away, their influence is still felt throughout. Many of the Senators here have been to war.”
“Alright, who should I speak to then?”
“Hmmmm… why not the Twentieth Legio Ultrus?”
“Legio?”
“It’s Colonel in our ranks, General. He is curious of you, enough to warrant the legendary Twentieth to give you an entrance ceremony.”
“What is it with the Twentieth? Gah, alright then.”
He then shakes hands with her and he stretches his arms and legs. Walking out to the exit where he sees Alana and Morgana, both talking while Elizabeth and Bahamut were both on the railings. Many of the Elves looked at the Dragon who had to make her horns appear to remind them that she’s not a Human at all.
Joining in the conversation, Morgana immediately stops and cups Paul’s face. “My… Alana was correct. Just what kind of brain do you have? Are you mentally ill? To let go of your humanity for something like this?” Jackson laughs and scratches the back of his head. “Yeah, yeah… It's kinda insane but it had to be done.” The Duchess on the other hand wasn’t entertained by this. Her face gives the complete opposite as she had a light frown to her. “My… just why? I do not think you were the type to give up the very core thing that makes you, you for the Government.”
Jackson shrugs. “No. It’s not for them.” He makes a quick glance at Carmilla then back to Morgana. “It’s for someone important to me.” But the answer only made her bury her face in her palm.
“Haaaah… you better turn back to a Human, General Jackson.”
“I will. Its guaranteed.”
“Good. Now, how was your first session here?”
“It was uhhhh… scary to say the least.”
“But you handled yourself well. It was as if you were born for this. An entirely different man from the one I saw humiliate Sir Jahfre in front of the King.”
“Humiliate is a bit too far. I just kinda proved them wrong.”
“But still, what a show you gave… And I still hadn’t forgotten that dance we shared.”
Jackson scratches his cheek as he gushes. “R-Really? Heh. I was just doing what I thought was right.” Morgana on the other hand touches his cheek then trails her hand to his wide shoulder. Ending at his hands. “You truly are one of us…” he smiles at her. “But it's not permanent.” He then held her hands, their position back when they danced on the moonlit balcony of the Vampire King’s Castle. In that snowy evening, where a Man proved his worth to a Vampire Duchess.
Morgana immediately smiled and the two ended the dance with a bow. The Elven Senator around them clapped as one of the female Senators took the hand of Jackson and got into the dancing mood. Tapping her shoes on the carpet, some of the Elves started clapping to the tune of a local music.
Her dance consisted of mostly three legs, kicking it high up and then back down. Not knowing the local customs, one of the male Elven Senators with his hands lifting the bottom of his Toga then enters the dance floor, he matches her and then his movement being the complete opposite of the Elven woman. Seeing this, the two Males exchanged a quick nod and even in his Oxford shoes, Jackson took to the floor and the clapping only got more rhythmic as the two got into the mood.
Elizabeth on the other hand didn’t waste the moment and took to her Bat form. Flying about and reading that she could on the papers the Elves left about. Bahamut and Alana on the other hand with Morgana, watching the Vampire Man dance in the local style.
Soon, the dancing was over and the Elves all threw flowers they made with Magic, it was either a Starflower or a Daisy. There was so much he couldn’t collect all of it. One of the Elven Senators making a wreath. Putting it on top of his visored military cap. Before long, he did his bows and the crowd dispersed.
Now with Morgana and outside the Senate Dome. The large park in front of it had Elven children playing about the trees and a playground that uses Mana. The children freely use Magic as if it's nothing dangerous to power some of the recreational equipment. One of the devices that caught his eye was one that you’d power with your Magic. It would then make a root bloom a small tiny tree and kids would constantly try and try again till they were exhausted. He immediately notices the ones gifted more in it. Having the ability to grow not only a full tree, but one with tiny flowers on it too.
The Duchess and the Countess on the other and both bowed to one another as Morgana then gave Jackson a flying kiss as she departed.
“So, what was that about?”
“Haaah… just paperwork, M’Lord. It seems that getting involved with the UN had more things to it that I’ve been avoiding unintentionally.”
“Eh, who could blame you? You're out adventuring.”
“I know, but still… haaaah. Your Majesty, what about you?” Silently rubbing her chin, the Queen then looks to the Countess. “Ah, nothing. The ones that stayed were the ones that were more… open to the idea. None of their papers really had things that concern us.”
“I see… Alana, Elizabeth. If it's true then, that’s a lot of people then.”
“But, My Lord, alot also left. We might need to bolster our side more.”
“Hmmmm… that Twentieth. We should visit it.”
“I believe so, My Lord.”
“Alright. But…” looking around, Jackson does not see Bahamut anywhere. “Where the Hell did that Dragon go now?” The two Vampires look around and Alana then points right behind Jackson.
Turning around, he sees a tall lady in office wear. The long pencil skirt and white long sleeve blouse and Dragonic horns standing by a stall. Walking to her, he notices the Dragon was eating skewered chicken and vegetables that’s heated by fire magic. “Hmmmmm! Master, you should try this!”
“Bahamut, how much was this?” the Vendor on the other hand shrugs. “Please, no need. I saw you trio exit out of the Senate Dome. Take it as a gift from us Elves.” Jackson smiles and nods. “Thank you. But I’ll be sure to remind her not to do this again.” The Elf just shrugs once again. “No, no. Please, take some more.” He then skewers some more chicken and vegetables on the stick and hands them to each one of them. “Welcome to our beautiful city.”