Chains and dark chambers are for the restless souls who are in grasps by their administratives...And for The Government, it amends of what it could be clear as a way to inhibit the dark souls into their face.
But none...Krrrr...Had known of how much pain are these inmates lived in the abyss of full dark sea. Krrrr...Neck strapped with a collar variant, in body, he feels he's out of nutrition. Not in physical status but in the mental hiatus.
Hiatus aren't the ones that could be the term of a condition they are in, but disfunction in an ability to think clearly. As could be the extract of a mind came from Arthur, a farmer with a decaying mind resembling the winter season, his body still moves. Struggling with what's left is still weak, an energy felt so in facade that all he could do was a twitch. Krr....Krrrr-Krrr... His brain is still in a mellowy half daylike-dream, even though his body had entered a moon fall wide-eyed view from an intergalatic void of hopelessness of a light that became a dim.
Krrrr.....Huhhhh....Krrrr...Krrrrrrr...Krrrr
Should he struggled to be alive if this chains had encaptivated him for such a long time?
Or should he be pleading when the authorities came so that they could give him at least a sympathy?
Krrrr....I don't know...
It's been how many days now since he is imprisoned...?...Krrrr....I still....don't...know...
...How long....sho-uuld-I....Be suffering?
Ktaeng! Kraakkkk-ke-ke-ke-ke... What's that? A light came from an opening? Isn't that the thick rusty gate that prevents him from being free..? ...Is it them..???
Indeed it is, as heared by their footsteps go Tak, a white cult-like hood came entering the sickening cell to investigate. And how good the prisoner is, with all of the suffering...It is a pleasure to see It is still alive...
So, without further ado, the white hooded man will do his business as usual, and by this day...He will be doing his special duty to move this man into somewhere else...How is he going to do that? Well just grab the skinny inmates arm and brought him to the exit...
But Kraaakkkkk...Oh right, I have forgotten that he is still in chains...
And so he had paused, releasing the man with a Thuk as in contact with the brick floor, due to gravity, falling down as if it was like a puppet doll, the man searched for his keys one by one from his pocket, Cell 128..Cell 622-Cell 555-Cell 55...What an annoying day...
There...Cell 3502, that should be it...and so he inserts the key into the collar chain, releasing the man after so long had been in a movement match a stone.
So guide him to the lights...He will be meeting the leader and finally took some sights...
The noise of a 'Tak' are for the one who is walking, and for the 'Sreeeeeeettttt...' are for the ones who the hooded is still dragging...Dragging passing through the lighted abyss hallways then stepping, Tuk-Tuk-Tuk, going up by the stairs, not to forget with the Duk-Duk-Duk by the thing he is carrying.
Then, finally, they came of what place they are supposed to be entering, The Infamous Ainhanser Castle of The Eastfields. Now that they are in the ground up, there's no time from him to stop.
With walking; paces into a hundred steps, now came to a moment for the big red door to be opened in front of them. Guards beside them, full with armor, now bow-downed to give them some respect, following up as the door, layered with carves of gold, opens them up, to reveal of what's followed...
The Long Hall Of The Summoning
In which, he could take some more steps, of what he could be nearer, to the far sighted end of hall; for an amends of a configure.
Srettttt....Thus, moving on with this almost dead body, he came closer for The Summonings end with as usual, dragging Arthur to be prepared for a brought to make him attend this annual meeting yet a ceremony.
B-ut...for what...cere...m-mony...exactly...? KTUHK, for what ceremony that makes the prisoners prescene in this scene, like the same for Arthur, to be forced to attend this scene if he were just going to be treated as a dirt with no kinds of mercy?
And...Who...I-ss The One...Re-sss-ponsible...For this???
And...For an answer...It lies after, when he just tilts up for an other, which...his eyes shined in fear; when witnessing the source of the one who had constructed the order.
There, up on a throne red and gold and black, lies a king. No wait...He isn't... Maybe..
Because he only wears some white robes, rather than one you would always find on a royalists. But, his features had made it clear...
Hair, brows, lashes and eyes, all lead to a single colour of a red from bleeding. Companions are the cult-like nuns always praying beside him. And for what he stance even when sitting, his demeanor became the sole reason of Arthurs unexplainable sense of fear....
Which is the mind of The Tyrant that believes in totalitarian means.
He would be seeing shadows at first, and he won't be crying, if he doesn't actually meet The Tyrant he would always just rather to die by not giving any food an eat.
But now? He is facing The King! In which he needs to run away from him, as soon as possible with all of the energy he has. Wriggle! As long you can escape from his grasps!
"Haaaaaaahh...Stop wriggling you damn creature."Tuhk! He kick Arthurs head! Falling down as he had fumbled from crouch to below as his body actually became much more nearer towards the king of the dreary.
Arthur could not do anything except crying, he could not run, could not walk and just barely a crouch that can only moved away inches from, and all that he can do...Is to face The King.
He looks for a sight, a shine that he sees from a window so bright, it showcased upon the cultists who are still praying. And the king, resting his chin on his two combined hands, went looking, straight to soul to the farmer.
Tup-tup-tup-tup-tup-tup-tup, his heart couldn't rest at beating! Increase the kings gaze and his heart might just had to force him to faint as of now and today!
And "GARRRRRHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" He could hear, what the hell is happening???
"GAAAAHEU-HEUUUUUU!!!!GAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! I DON'T WANNA!!! I DON'T WANNA BE TAKEN INTO HERE TODAY!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!"
Just what in the nonsense is all of this? A screaming man entered The Hall got dragged out by full force with him wailing!
Why is he screaming like a little kid?
And the hooded man once again, without any kinds of reactions with all of those moments, drags the man and immediately throws him far away from the entrance to the throne which specifically hits below, with his head conveniently positioned for the King to step his head. In which PAK! He do...
Arthur could not comprehend, just earlier he kicked Arthur and remain there for like minutes, but just right after he witnessed the king the same man had reentered with an another man, but though, now this man is nutritious and has energy to fight back, eventhough by his standards, it is impossible.
And not to be forget either, The King is still giving the pressures of the new man his own feet. His screams is just a mumble after all if he does it to this man. So that would be better...
And thus, His Majesty had commanded, "Gavage that peasant, let him entered The Dining Stay as much as he pleased"
"Understood your royal highness." The hooded man bowed down, then proceed to take his orders carrying Arthur with him to the place he had to sent it.
"And as for you.... You'll be honoured to be in this ritual ceremony..."
"HMMMM!!!MMMMHHHHHMMMM!!!!"
Krakk! And he instantly broke his shoulders in a split second, while managing to hold him off using his feet to only let his screaming muted by mumbling. "AMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!"
TAK, TAK, TAK. And here they come the other hooded people with many kinds of physiques when faced, one in bulk and skinny and some are medium, and there is also a women who accompanied them along the trail. The group, immediately came to the man, holding him off, shut him. And took him to the ground and then make a symbol of a pentagram and many other things...
His mumbling just keep on continuing, but there's no use. There are too many of them holding him, and the mastermind just observes from what he is seeing, a sigil almost complete, now time for the real treat.
The man went flying! The hooded figures immediately went releasing him which AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! He screamed maniacally the moment his mouth is released out. Red glow suddenly came up from the symbols, and they lighted up turning into a lighting! Oh wait! No, those lighting then turned into fire blackening, all collected and formed, merging and engulfing the man, screaming in pain once again as his skin felt deteriorating! He couldn't stand this!
And the people around there went silent. IT FORMS, that's what they all are saying, in unison eventhough each are in their minds to project it. Seeing it suddenly a black shadowy hole formed from the activation of the sigil.
Demons from the black hole came out of it, surrounding the man with great laughter's heard by their ears. They encircled, tearing the flesh by eating it, before restoring and giving him newer features. A pair of horns, and wings and white skin. It then explodes to a flash that could not be seen, after that, only darkness that the scene could be seen.
What happens after next? The witnesses don't know, but the source definitely knows. As the strange illuminating red figures came like right out of a space, you'll need to read it eventhough it is far away.
And being it closer, there is only a quote that you should take command and abide to be loyal with it.
"All Hail The King: The †yranny"
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