《His Lordship》Summa Victoria
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Lev's armies had finally arrived at the gates of Avent's castle. Avent's army had already surrounded the walls with archers and reinforced the main gate. Lev had installed trebuchets behind his main force. Stone balls loaded with greek oil were to be thrown at the gate. Greek fire would arise once the oil touches fire.
Lev's main force consisted of 20 squads, each squad had 10,000 light infantry and 1,000 support archers. Each squad had black leather armour with his Lordships' holy crusade insignia burned into it. Lev's troops were proudly waving the Iraen flag. Lev's generals were ready to commence the attack.
The plan was to distract the archers with reinforced barriers, supported by archers and light infantry. Then once the archers were distracted, the trebuchets would fire everything at the main gate. This would lead to minimal loss of troops and equipment of his Lordships' armies.
After the gate's destruction, Lev's generals would commence the attack. Every squad would pour their way through the gate and swarm straight to Avent's castle. They were not allowed to kill any citizens; Lev needs a workforce to rebuild the city. He didn't want to kill potential slaves for his Dies Iraen megapolis project. Someone has to carve his statues and write literature about his Lordship right?
"Send in the reinforced squad!"
The first section of the plan is being executed. Avent's archers were directing their attention to the nearing squad of reinforced light infantry, supported by archers. The archers had poison bolts and heavy iron infused bows. Avent's archers were falling for Lev's trap. The trebuchets rained greek fire upon the walls. Avent's armies screamed in agony whilst being burned alive.
"Send in the main assault force!"
The main assault force poured in as planned. They ran straight for Avent's castle. Some citizens were unfortunately trampled but his Lordship doesn't care about the loss of weak workers. Lev's forces banged on the front doors of Avent's castle. Nobles were fleeing the complex and were instantly executed if caught.
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"Filthy heathens, slaughter them, they have no place in our empire."
Lev's kingdom had grown to an empire over the months. At first, he only ruled over 2 of Avent's duchies. Now he had all of the duchies, Avent's county was all that there was left. Lev's assault force breached the castle's door. There he was, king Avent, shaking on his throne. His expensive clothes drenched in sweat.
"We got him my Lordship. What shall we do with him?"
"Execute him after this siege has settled down."
After a few hours had passed, the city had been taken. Lev's personal orchestra squad was marching through the streets. Trumpets were exhaling his Lordship's magnificence. Soldiers were singing and flags were waving. The holy cross struck fair amongst this county's folk. A wooden structure had been build for king Avent's execution. Avent will hang for his crimes against the Holy Order. A heathen must die whilst kissing his Lordship's ring in forgiveness.
"Is he positioned right? He needs to kiss the ring when his neck breaks!"
"Yes, we are ready, his Lordship will be pleased."
The citizens that had survived the assault watched how their King was going to die. The noose around his neck and Lev's standing below him with his red gem ring positioned perfectly were Avent's neck would break.
"Bring him down! HAIL HIS LORDSHIP"
That same dark aura expanded itself. The citizens were laughing and applauding their new master. They didn't know what to do. The fear of being executed themselves was overtaking them.
*CCRRRRKKKK*
Avent's neck was no more, his lips fell upon Lev's ring.
"King Avent has released himself of his sins, our Lordship has forgiven him!"
A few months passed after the siege and Lev was ready to look for new prey.
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"My Lordship, this world consists of 4 continents."
"Eropus is ruled by humans, we have pretty much conquered all of it when we killed King Avent."
"The other 3 continents are shredded in mystery. We presume similar civilizations have settled there some 10,000 years ago."
"Good Theta, I will visit them now."
"Now? My lordship you must be joking! It's far away! We have never even set foot on its shores."
"Theta it is time that you stop underestimating me."
Lev shoot up in the air, a blazing trail following him. Theta was shocked.
"Beings like you will never understand my power, Lev said."
Lev was bluffing but this way the only way to ensure Theta's obedience.
Lev flew straight towards the other continents. It took some days to get there, but he eventually found small villages and cities. This civilization wasn't that advanced yet. Lev landed near one of the settlements. He walked straight to the village's gate, smashing it upon and throwing the guards away.
"This land now belongs to me. All who don't obey my rule shall be killed."
The villagers were shocked and ran away. They had never seen a tall man in full black armour with fierce red eyes. The beings all spoke the same language. Lev had programmed it that way, to give civilization a head start.
The village elder came outside.
"What is thy will?"
"To rule."
The elder saw the power in Lev's eyes and instantly obeyed Lev's orders. The villagers that didn't obey were slaughtered at the spot. Lev needed to show his power in order to secure eternal peace.
"I will come back with an army and settlers. We will clean this continent of heathens and build a grand city in my name."
Lev threw a heavy book with a red cross on it to the elder.
"What is this?"
"Study it before I'm back, I will test your knowledge and if you fail, replace you with someone more competent."
The Dies Iraen bible reflected in the moonlight, the Elder started reading straight after Lev's words.
Lev flew straight up with a bang following.
"How was your trip my Lordship?"
"Quite nice, the people are obedient."
"What did you do to them, if I may ask?"
"Just some literature exchange Theta, you'll understand it later."
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