He watched helplessly as the number of guards lessened under her ferocious attacks. She never winced, she didn't flinch. She kept moving, as if she never felt pain. The emperor wondered if this woman was still human, but when he watched the last martial artist begging for mercy, whilst she tightened her hand around his neck; he knew that his time was almost up.

Siraya snapped the neck of the crying man, annoyed by his constant blabbering. She stared at the emperor who seemed to have returned to calm. She sneered at this pompous hypocrite. Don't think she didn't notice his fear when she walked in, now he wants to play a brave man?

She threw away the annoying man's corpse, slowly approaching the emperor, who was trying to maintain his majesty.

She didn't ask any questions. Didn't seem to want to know why her family were killed, which stunned the emperor. He expected her to be furious, to shout and scream, but she just looked at him with those same terrifying eyes. Her face was calm, almost indifferent, her actions were disorderly, but she still kept approaching.

He was about to speak when her hand reached out and dislocated his jaw. A shocked groan came from his throat, interrupting the words he was just about to say.

"Don't speak" she said hoarsely, "If you speak, I'll tear off your flesh, strip by strip".

The emperor watched in horror as she bent down and picked up one of the weapons belonging to his guards, he heard her mumbling.

"If I wasn't so hurt, I'd have more time to play around with the little hypocrite. A shame, a shame".

Without pause she grabbed his tongue, that was loosely flailing from his open mouth, and with a pull, it was laying limply in her hand. She tossed it away in disgust, the painful but muffled groans tried to escape the emperor's mouth. Siraya chuckled at the embarrassment of the once powerful emperor.

She didn't stop, quickly cutting the tendons in his arms and legs, rendering the emperor into a crippled, crying mess. She dragged his limp body to the throne room, still mumbling as she went.

"Since he likes the throne so much, let him become one with it".

Looking up at the golden throne in front of her, she felt unspeakable disdain. It was this very chair that led to so much suffering throughout the ages. So many dead for the power that came from sitting in this chair. How many have died just trying to sit on it, died because of the decisions of those that had sat on it. Countless.

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Disgust welled up at the thought. She threw the emperor onto the chair as if he was a rag doll. However she didn't see anything that could be used to join the emperor to the throne, apart from her father's broken sword, but she didn't want to desecrate her family heirloom with the blood of the waste emperor. So she could only choose to turn the once revered throne into the emperors own personal coffin.

The emperor watched helplessly as the monster in front of him started to bend the solid gold throne around him. He couldn't move and he couldn't speak, his eyes seemed to be begging for mercy, but they went unanswered.

Luckily the throne was quite large, otherwise Siraya felt her plan might not work, but seeing the cocoon like throne, she felt a distorted pleasure. However she was worried that the emperor wouldn't suffocate inside it before someone managed to save him, so she thought to drag it out of the throne room.

In the centre of the palaces pathway. Where the ministers needed to pass to reach the throne room to discuss the matters of the country, and where the soldiers stood, awaiting his majesty's blessings for war stood an ever burning crucible.

It is believed that as long as the fire in the centre of the palace remains lit, the country will never perish. Siraya wants to know, will these ministers put out the fire to recover the corpse of the emperor, or let him be burned to ash by the flames of his own country's prosperity.

It's a shame she won't be around to see it. She lifted the mangled throne filled with a desperate emperor and threw it directly into the flames. She watched as the gold started to sizzle, slowly beginning to drip under the constant temperature of the burning flame. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she could've swore she could hear the emperor's scream coming from the flames.

A smile appeared on her blood covered face, showing a morbid insanity, that did not dissipate with the death of the main culprit of her family's destruction. Siraya could hear the sound of the palace gates being hit by the soldiers outside. She admired the construction of those gates. It had taken her a long time to make her way through all the soldiers and guards in the palace, but they still hadn't managed to break down the gates.

She chose to escape from an unwatched corner, this time she didn't care to kill any of the soldiers outside. She simply flashed into the night, returning to the forest nearby to bide her time and heal her injuries.

When the palace gate was finally broken, the princes and ministers rushed in behind the soldiers. What they saw was the evidence of the massacre that had taken place shortly before. Looking at the corpses that led all the way to the emperors bedroom, the soldiers quickly rushed there. Many of the ministers behind couldn't handle the sight in front of them, vomiting right onto the corpses under their feet, however they hand no choice but to listen to the squelching coming from under their shoes.

When they arrived at the emperors bedroom, all they saw was more devastation. The prince's and the ministers knew that these were the emperors most feared guards, yet just like the soldiers outside, it seemed as if a beast had torn them apart.

They wondered if the emperor had managed to escape, but soon saw a lonely blood trail leading out of the bedroom and towards the throne room. Everyone seemed to look at each other, unanimously deciding to follow it.