"The book has eluded me, once more. I have temporarily given up my search for it.
*sigh* Nevermind, that is a lie. I have not abandoned my search. Yet. I, soon will. Or, I hope to. My mind has been behaving in a strange manner, recently.
Regardless, enough of my ramblings.
I have, somehow, come across the personal journal of Doctor Robert. The man behind the FREYJA. A most intriguing individual. His behaviour, although eccentric, is certainly refreshing from Charles. It had been, far too long since I had seen a more scientific and practical look on life.
However, it is important to be noted that both Charles and Robert are similar in their nature. Both are men ruled by their inner inhibitions. While, Charles is ruled by his love; Robert is ruled by his overwhelming fear of Queen Lilac.
Truly, a fascinating individual. Although, I feel, I have been trying to find similarities amongst him and Charles. Strange.
Nonetheless, this is Leyah, signing off..."
FREYJA
The castle was located on a mountain surrounded by a massive and dense forest of conifer trees constantly enveloped by a thick fog, a perfect fit for the individual who resided there. The man knew his time had come as soon as her men had come for him, all the way in the Eastern coalition's territory.
He had resisted, even shot a few rounds from his revolver at the royal guards yet it hadn't even scratched their armor. The punch that he had gotten in return, however, had most definitely hurt, even knocked out a couple of teeth. Now as they dragged him from the helicopter to the main hall of the palace, he was unsure of what to expect, except, perhaps the worst.
The doors of the hall opened with a loud creak almost as if it was the first time in centuries that they had been used, which considering the state of disrepair that the whole castle was in, he wouldn't doubt it. The hall was strangely in a much better shape than the rest of the castle; that might have been because of her using this as an impromptu throne room. The hall was decorated with red drapery with accents of purple. A clever nod to the woman she idolized. The main attraction, however, was the massive banner of her Empire; A two headed Golden eagle on a purple field.
As the two guards pushed him onto the ground into an informal kneeling position, he let his eyes wander to the throne itself. And there he saw her, the woman of the hour, the Eternal Queen, the woman behind the disastrous wars which were ravaging their homeland, the Goddess of war, Empress Lilac Von Celeste. The woman was one of an unnatural beauty. He was sure that if the situation was any different, she would have had no lack of suitors.
Her beauty however could not hide the malevolent expression and her dead blank eyes. Her hair, no longer the flawless black mane that it used to be, now had gained strands of pure snowy white.
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Her eyes had been boring into him from the very moment he had been dragged into the hall and as soon as they noticed him looking at her, the malevolent expression on her face morphed. An expression that would not have been out of place on her face, just two or three years back; yet now, that same expression of politeness felt extremely disturbing as if it was something that wasn't meant to be associated with a person like her. Lil- no, The Eternal Queen signaled the man standing on her left. Like a faithful dog, the man turned towards him.
“You are in the presence of Lilac von Celeste, the Goddess of War, the Eternal Queen of the Celeste Empire. Feel grateful that someone as unworthy as you, has the honor of being in her presence.” The man's voice was loud and commanding, every word was infused with authority and a strange reverence.
Yet it seemed, however, that the woman on the throne found humor in his words as she laughed out loud. Her laughter bone chilling, a disturbing symphony which sent adrenaline and fear coursing through his body; a large part of him wanted to bolt out of the hall.
The woman seemed to notice his fear and laughed even louder in that sinister tone of hers.
“Hahahaa! Oh Agony, my dear and faithful servant, you need not be so condescending to the poor man. Can't you see that he's so close to pissing his pants?” She continued laughing while the man, Agony as she had called him, only looked to be slightly affronted at her comment.
When her laughing fit subsided, she continued, “My faithful follower, my most loyal servant, I'll have you know that this man is one of much importance to my plans. Isn't it so, Mr Robert?” Lilac leaned forward in her throne, waiting for his response.
“I am afraid, I don't exactly know, how I may be of use to you,” Robert responded and Lilac looked sourly at him as if she had just swallowed a particularly bitter lemon. Agony suddenly looked at him with interest and there was some sort of recognition which danced in his eyes as they slightly widened before his expression became neutral once more.
“Of no use, you say, hmmmm? Of no use? I had expected that you'd say something like this doctor, your kind are afterall slippery snakes, a scourge on the face of this planet but a necessary one that I must tolerate,” He wanted to interrupt and give her a snarky response but he knew better, he hardly wished for his head to be lopped off, just because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
Lilac smirked at his silence and continued, “You and I both know what I want, doctor. I have seen the research papers that you had kindly submitted to my father and the more detailed ones you had given to my uncle. I know of Project FREYJA, I know what it represents.”
“Then you must know of its capabilities. Of its danger to our species,” Robert interjected before Lilac could continue. Lilac merely laughed at his concern and spoke, “Oh I know of its power, doctor. That is precisely why I want it, nay, that is precisely why I need it. With a weapon like that, there will be none who'll ever dare to wage war against me. None who shall deny my merciful rule, none who shall deny my peace. FREYJA might be the embodiment of death and destruction but in the near future, it will be the very representation of peace and order.”
“The only question is, whether or not you'll make it for me, doctor.” Lilac questioned and leaned back into her throne, waiting for his response.
Robert knew from the moment he was dragged here, into the frontier region that there was no other way to get out alive except making the FREYJA for her; he had long since come to terms with what he must do to attain his freedom, knowing that if he refused her, his death was guaranteed.
In truth, his decision had been made for him from the moment he had been sought out in St. Mariah. In the end, it was only the matter of whether or not he'd be able to live with himself when she inevitably used the bomb. But now after having had time to mull it over in the long ride to the palace. He had accepted that in return for his life, his conscience was a worthy sacrifice.
"I will do it. I will make the FREYJA." And with that he truly bowed before her, accepting her as his one true Queen. Lilac's dead eyes gaining a shine of malevolence and another emotion which was unidentifiable to him, accompanied his answer.