Arc 1 - A God’s Wicked Tale
In the Depths of Hellfire, I Write
“You wish to return to the past?” The ‘Snow Queen’ or ‘Yin Empress’ asked the man clothed in dark royal apparel, Lord Kenesis.
The holy Queen who is the sheer image of his beloved, is an entity that guards the dimensions and reflects the person’s most wanted desire. In this case, the Snow Queen reflects a person who had already passed.
“Interesting…” It was unlike the Snow Queen to show emotion, however, for this person to appear had brought life to her cold heart and sparked a question.
“I beg your pardon. I wish to ask a question before I send you off.” Surprisingly, the Yin Empress expressed refined manners with her ice-like appearance, showing nothing but indifference.
Nods. Lord Kenesis nodded his head.
“Was it for love?” The Snow Queen asked a relatively humane question.
Without a hint of hesitation, “Yes.” Lord Kenesis sat on The Ice Throne which the Snow Queen was guarding.
In a matter of moments, “The World’s Conqueror,” Emperor Gene Di Kenesis was being enshrined with Diamond Ice as is anyone who dares to sit upon The Ice Throne.
“Very well.” The Snow Queen walked slowly towards Lord Kenesis before he was fully encapsulated by Diamond Ice and kissed the man. “If only I had someone to covet myself as such. Your lover must be someone special, isn’t she?”
In the ending scene, the Yin Empress who had mimicked the lover of the dead man sitting in front of her shed a single blood tear.
“You’re kind and gentle. I’m glad I met you. That’s why I…” Before his impending death, Lord Kenesis relayed his last thoughts to his first love.
“I want to save you.”
With those last words, the Snow Queen’s heart ranged for the first time in her everlasting life. This shocked the Yin Empress, who was not expecting any life from a person sitting on The Ice Throne. She embraced the man for one last time while tears of blood endlessly poured from the entity’s godly eyes.
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Lord Kenesis had regressed in time and had awoken his soul during “The Poetic Edda Era,” 1440, as a young prince of the small-sized country, Lukedonia.
“It’s done, Geshalt.” Lord Kenesis had finished writing and called for The Sword King, Lord Geshalt Von Tremblin. It’s good to see you again, my old friend. Lord Kenesis instantly remembered his longtime friend, Geshalt.
In this lifetime, I plan on making you beyond a ‘Sword King,’ but, a ‘Sword Saint,’ sooner than you think. Gene was able to have a far laxer time his second time going through his arduous life, however, Geshalt had achieved the Title of “Sword King” at a much later time, in fact, decades from now.
“Do you plan on showing yourself?” Geshalt asked His Majesty if he would finally show his appearance, which, he had never had to so far in this life.
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“No.” Lord Kenesis spoke firmly. In his second life, he did make many appearances in the beginning causing the inevitable notoriety of his prestige. In other words, being known caused more eyes to gaze upon your person, therefore, Gene had resolved to make appearances at critical moments.
“You will act as my messenger,” Lord Kenesis had relayed his wishes to his longtime friend and “Right-Hand of the Sunshine King,” Lord Geshalt Von Tremblin.
“That was your answer, was it?” Hmph! Geshalt was impressed with his liege lord. It was as if the young prince had the entire world in the palm of his hand.
At this time, Lukedonia is at war with its neighboring country, Carceron Kingdom, located west of the Central Continent, Alabastor. Lukedonia is situated at the gateway of the Northwestern Continent, Westeros, and is the entrance to the Central Continent (Alabastor) and the Southern Continent (Valyria). It is an Empire that is far larger than Lukedonia could ever dream of, but, both military forces are at a stalemate in this current time.
In short, the Carceron Kingdom had instigated a war by sending a retinue of military forces at one of Lukedonia’s strongholds, Hollow Bastion. It was a ploy, really, however, the Emir of the small country did not take kindly to the mocking play displayed by Carceron Kingdom.
He should be here shortly. After receiving the Imperial Edict written on a piece of a sacred scroll, displaying the full Royal Edict that must be attended to. Speak of the devil. Many events unfold as the moment progresses.
The “Left-Hand of the Sunshine King,” Ha Jong Hwa, The Assassin King. He had entered the room with a box in hand and kneeled submissively, “Mission accomplished, my Lord Emir.”
Opening the box draped in velvet, the head of the Sword Lord from the Carceron Kingdom came as a pleasant surprise to Lord Kenesis, “Magnificent.”
Shing! Gene unsheathed his Family Relic that is on par with an “Artifact,” Illiyin, is described to be a legendary Holy sword from ancient times forged from the “stars.” The allure of the radiant sword temps the soul of the wielder, eventually succumbing and becoming demolished by the Holy attribute. Only the strong dare wield it. A Family Relic of the Kenesis Royal Family.
Many nations know of the Artifact as is rarely seen in the world but greatly remembered and is enshrined as one of the most famous weapons in existence, “I now dub thee, ‘Assassin King.’”
Tap. Tap. Graceful in his royal movements, the Lord Emir lightly taped his bewitching and radiant sword on the shoulders of the eastern-looking gentleman who looked like a butler.
“Now rise. There is much to do. Your rewards will be granted at a moment's notice,” Lord Kenesis had allowed for a request from the Assassing King. Probably very few are allowed this sentiment from Royalty, it is a sign of great trust.
“Forgive my impudence, my Lord Emir, however, ever since being rewarded with this Artifact, Ceremonial Scalpel, I do not need anything else,” Ha Jong Hwa was meek and humble.
“Indeed,” the young prince had anticipated as such. The Ceremonial Scalpel was something he had created in his second life where it gave insight into becoming a Knife Saint. He had completed it a short time ago and gifted it to his Left-Hand. Thereafter, Ha Jong Hwa returned with the head of the Desilio Rold Gabush, the royal heir to the throne and nephew to the Duke.
“I will dispatch your rewards to your abode. Take some time to rest. I will send for you when the time comes,” Lord Kenesis gave a command to the newly founded Assassin King, the only one in the world.
“There is much to prepare. Even though I lay in the shadows, there is much work to be done. Go now and prepare for their impending ceasefire. Kuku.” Lord Kenesis chuckled at what the foreseeable future was bound to happen, albeit, thanks to this being his second life.
“By your will, Your Grace,” Geshalt who was more known as the ‘Sword Wave’ was just decades away from being truly hailed as a “Sword King.” He had gracefully accepted the scrolls and followed suit to the will of the liege lord.
“For now, I will go and find a ‘Disciple’ to my likeness. Prepare for my absence, Lord Tremblin.” The command was given and submissively accepted.
You should be bandaging that troublemaker who is just like yourself, aren’t you, Krist? Kuku. Internally, Lord Kenesis had fond memories of his Disciple. He and his friends would be vital in making his dream of creating an Empire. Without you, I would not have known what it was like to leave something “worthy” in this world. Thank you for showing me what I was once like when I was young.