‘Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!’

Four times the bell rung on top the Church of Apex. the glorious sound reverberates throughput the kingdom capital, Castile; signifying the new king that will lead the Empire. As the morning shine bask through the glass of the throne room onto the armor of the royal guards and the army, the Emperor march forward towards his throne. Like a true emperor, his aura causes the whole army to kneeled down in respect. Those few who manage to stand in his presence was quickly registered inside His Majesty mind. All of which, nodded in awe. The crème of the crème that will be his pawn.

In front of the kneeling mass of armor, stood thirteen who wore a similar red cape. They are The Council. Each represent the many factions of power controlled by the mighty Empire. Although some opposed him becoming the emperor, some even managed to slow his progress. Now, it doesn’t matter, The Council is his to command.

The Empire follow the Church of Apex. where one will pursue strength above all else. Those who are powerful, will lead. Those who are weak, will follow. Those who can’t follow, will die. Resulting the prosperity of the Empire for more than a thousand year. A relentless powerhouse of the strongest army.

For an Emperor, a Sigil is bestowed to him. Imbued on their forehead, a single tear-drop sapphire gem which will represent his or her right as an Emperor. Magically bound by the ancient contract to be able to gained the eternal loyalty of The Council and the Spirit Kings they hold. The true symbol of power yearned by the strong, feared by the enemy and respected by all.

Emperor Charles ascended the steps towards his throne recalling how he challenged the previous emperor for the throne. Or rather the Empress. Empress Sophia was her name, a formidable foe that was bestowed by the Heaven to be crushed by me.

Licking his lips as he eyed at the empress two daughters that is present, he accented the steps to the throne. Smirking as he rises above them all. Those two ex-princess, will be mine. That Righteous Empress Sophia will cry from the Heaven, as he imagines slowly breaking them to become the whore that they are. So what if the they are already married, I can’t wait to see their husband faces when they know what the two Princesses will have become when I finish with them.

Stood on top of the throne, he gazes the mass and remake his mask of the Emperor Charles that the people will follow. Seeing the people kneeling stood up at the signal given by the courts man, he proceeded to sat down on the throne to bask in the glory for he is THE EMPEROR. The one moment he finally let his guard down, it happened.

‘BANG!’

With a loud thud, Emperor Charles was propelled from the throne only to fall down continuously from the stairs. As he finally landed on his face and butt upwards, the throne hall falls into silence and abruptly laughter filled the throne room. Smiles plastered all over the audience as they smiled at their clumsy Emperor.

‘Who dares to dishonor me on this righteous day?!’ Emperor Charles thought